#the problem is that I KNOW that none of them use the internet. anyway.

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

Three Frat Houses AU pondering right before I go to lay down to sleep is: there’s so much potential for unhinged-yet-oddly-plausible ““crossover”” long distance relationships among the cast. And we’ve done nothing with this. (Probably because it’s Fire Emblem and I’ve already assigned my pairings ahead of time, but! The potential is there! Waiting for us to unlock something as cursed as the Evil Old Dude Polycule.)

[eisthenameofme]

i wonder if there's the potential for a solution to the doxxing fucking over marginalized people specifically thing and/or the some people only being able/knowing where to engage with community online thing if we we were able to like. weaponize the relative lack of actual anonymity in the opposite direction.

like for one thing, instead of doxxing just resulting in problems from others in person, using that information to actively support the person instead, and for another for the other potentially more targeted use of the internet to find people to engage with in person (although that one you'd have to be even more careful about in case it worked in the opposite direction. I'm just thinking it would be nice to have something more structured/widespread than happening to find out your internet friends are in your local area, that could potentially be used to circumvent people not meeting in third spaces/other issues people have initially finding local community in person.)

It would be nice if instead of exclusively finding offline solutions/telling people how to be more careful we could also use what's often part of the problem to our advantage when it does happen. Like, having a way to address it that isn't only preventative.

[hamilando]

ੈ✩‧cherry blossom in Suzuka (smau) ੈ✩‧

pairing : charles leclerc x hamilton! fem reader

summary : an official statement wins it !

This is part 4

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

tw : hate, cheating, rude comments

a/n : This is a series and it finally comes to an END ! anyways enjoy ! also feel free to drop in a request or a question ! ALSO would be great if you could drop what you would want for my next series !

·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ

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f1wags It was none other than our Tifosi Charles Leclerc and Y/N Hamilton!!

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user1 and I oops-

user2 BRO WHAT !?

user3 what in the plot twist

user4 Hell no, charles was the one cheating !?

user5 we hated on y/n for nothing ?

user6 men are the problem to everything

user7 oh ma gawd

user8 bombastic side eye

user9 hell no, what about Alexandra?

user10 they played Alexandra 😭

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leosmom so you are telling me they are dating in these pics !??!

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user1 this is so messed up

user2 fr tho-

user3 CHARLES FUCKING LECLERC HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ALEXANDRA

user4 ew. Cheating men

user5 I knew it was Charles

user6 ew. men

user7 if Alexandra got cheated, what about potatoes like us -?

user8 MY Parents 😭😭

user9 I am a product of divorced parents

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alexandramalenart the paparazzi have certainly picked up the best photos ✨ @ f1wags would request if you could post the same photos without me being cropped !! I knew about Charles and Y/N, and me and Charles have split respectfully. I respect him and all my love for Y/N!! But before we could announce the split, it was obvious that the whole internet was against my girl, Y/N. It was my idea for Charles to post the tweet and let the drama subside before announcing our split and their relationship. This is just to make things clear, there was no adultery involved and it was a amiable split!! All my love to Charles and Y/N 🩵

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charlesleclerc thank you alex 🩵

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otherhamailton brb, gonna cry 😭

alexandramalenart love you bubs 🫶🏻

lewishamilton thank you for supporting them Alexandra !

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lilihye 🫶🏻

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franscica.gnomes 🫶🏻🤍

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landonoriss finally it's out 🙌🏻

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charlesleclerc the queen, ladies and gentlemen 🙌🏻🤍🫶🏻

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landonoriss so which Hamilton do you prefer ?

charlesleclerc so which way of dying you prefer ?

maxverstappen1 congratulations!!

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lewishamilton you know who am I crashing into if my sister complains of a fight

charlesleclerc EVERY GRAND PRIX I WILL HAVE A DNF !?

lewishmailton what do you mean -

lewishamilton Charles Leclerc, why the fuck are you fighting with my sister before every fucking gp ?

charleclerc @ otherhamilton

landonoriss @ otherhamilton

daniel.jpg @ otherhamilton

otherhamilton calm down lew, Charles loves to joke

charlesleclerc I don't -

george.russell mate-

otherhamilton Lewis, Suzuka GP 🫶🏻

lewishamulton done princess 🫶🏻

george.russell it's Lewis Hamilton using emojis, you certainly aren't even starting the race Charles

scuderiaferrari can I now pls get a picture with @ otherhamilton ? - admin Noah

charlesleclerc no.

otherhamilton yes 💌

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otherhamilton love this pookie 🫶🏻 p.s. lew, pls get this idiot in Suzuka 🫶🏻

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lewishamilton anything for you princess

charlesleclerc you want to see your boyfriend dying ?

otherhamilton yes.

lilihye AHAHAHAHAHAHA BEST COUPLE

otherhamilton NO, YOU AND ALEX

alexalbon thank you @ otherhamilton

alexandramalenart love 🫶🏻🩵

otherhamilton thank you so much alex 💌

oscarpiastri parents 🙌🏻

landonoriss step-dad 🙌🏻

charlesleclerc wha-

otherhamilton he is my son leclerc, any problem ?

charlesleclerc no ma'am 🫡

otherhamilton good

landonoriss 😁

daniel.jpg 🩵

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maxverstappen congratulations 👏🏻

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scuderiaferrari 3rd slide is our reaction when we get another 1-2 in Suzuka !!

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user1 not the official admin making fun of Charles

lewishamilton you did not just expose my son Roscoe like that.

mercedesamgf1 we would never

scuderiaferrari apologies @ lewishamilton and STAY AWAY @ mercedesamgf1

user2 not the admins fighting over some Hamilton or the other -

user3 glad to know all the drama has cleared up !!

otherhamilton 🤞🏻🫶🏻

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user4 lots of love for Ferrari and Y/N !!

charlesleclerc you did me dirty -

scuderiaferrari pov- you just found out your contract with Ferrari is not ending

user5 ADMIN 😭

user6 ADMIN 😭

user7 ADMIN 😭

user8 ADMIN 😭

user9 he is getting fired yall

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@dark1paradise @dannyriccsupremacy @nichmeddar @revrse @velentine

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[grison-in-space]

honestly so much of the way we conceptualize autistic special interests is predicated on there not being anyone who shares them with us? and like. have you met humans. have you talked to any autistics. because lots of them are pretty interesting actually! and autistic people are often pretty good at infecting you with their interests so that you share them too even if you're not as motivated to fixate happily on them for their own sakes!

huge whorls of autistic-generated human communities exist, and people who aren't used to autistic people never seem to realize that Yes Those Are Also Autistics, often because people are used to autistic special interests occupying some very limited contexts like Computers because Computers were a big new societal innovation and community spinning up right when people also started thinking about autism as a Distinction Among Humans. Also Pokemon. And the Internet. Nineties kids know what I mean, eh?

anyway here are some heavily autistic communities that allistic people never seem to realize tend to concentrate autistics and be driven by them:

every non-commercial domestic animal fancy ever, including dog, cat, pigeon, chicken, and horse people; also includes a fair chunk of the commercial kinds but there are slightly less of these

fandom of any kind (for some reason--it's misogyny--no one seems to realize that this also applies to female-slanted forms of fandom focused on storytelling and modification as well as male-slanted ones that involve information curation)

religion. especially any kind that involves any kind of organization--less the charismatic ones that involve manipulating other people, more the kind that draw people interested in the way that religion works. less/more is not all/none.

kink and sexuality generally and also gender. we think a lot. it's a problem. and we get snagged on stuff. plus sensory shit ties into everything. just saying. e v e r y t h i n g.

academia. look we get. we get interested in things. if you get interested enough in things people call you an expert and sometimes they give you money. money is nice. it lets you buy more objects of special interest.

acting. we wear masks all the fucking time and we get caught up in it. which makes you think about structure, eh?

comedy. ditto.

building shit. admittedly the allistics have largely noticed that engineers concentrate us by now but it has taken a surprisingly long time to realize that this also applies to other, older crafts.

fibercrafts and textiles. what about "we like textures and also figuring out how things work" is a surprise to you. also math. again the answer to how the allistics keep failing to notice this one is "there's lots of ladies in there."

I bet I'm missing plenty that I'm just not thinking of but my god, man, look at how many of these things touch us! look at how they shape our understanding of one another and ourselves! how cool is that

[im-not-your-nice-jewish-boy]

we've got long memories

I am not the least bit surprised by any of the tidal wave of antisemitism the left has spewed since October 7th. Every single post saying Hamas did nothing wrong; every single targeted attack on my fellow Jewish people on this site; the number of people who proudly paraded misinformation and disinformation to the extent of funding organizations actual Palestinians have said outright don't help them in any way just because it's against Israel which means that it must be good. None of this is surprising to me.

Now, maybe you could say that I'm a cynical bastard, and you'd be right. But you'd also completely be missing why I'm a cynical bastard. I learned this from my mother, who was beaten up just for being Jewish as a child. I learned this from family who disappeared between my ancestors fleeing the countries they came from and looking to see who made it with them. I learned this from the story of one of my grandfathers picking a new birthday because his birth certificate had been burned when the Shul was destroyed so he had no idea when it was. I learned this from people using "Jewish" as an insult in school and watching a girl I knew break down in tears because people were calling her a Jew when she wasn't. I learned this from holiday after holiday that repeated the same verse of people trying to destroy us and us celebrating our survival.

We remember these things because the rest of the world is very good at deliberately forgetting them.

"It's not that bad because it happened to the Jews. It's not an actual problem because Jews are white anyway. Was the Holocaust really even so terrible? Why do you want to be oppressed so badly if not to use it as a weapon against people who you're oppressing yourselves?"

Some variety of every single one of those is something I've seen in recent memory.

So, dear Passionate Goy Internet Leftists who have spent the last few months attacking and accosting every single Jewish person who dares to speak on the issue in any way that doesn't make them a Good Jew?

My dear friend, just know that we will remember you. You can try to go back to normal. You can try to just sweep it under the rug. You can try to act like it was all just business as usual and there was no harm done to any "Good Jews" and just to the "Evil Zionists" (both of which deserve their own rant post and have multiple of them from people a lot smarter than I am).

We will remember what you did

You will never be able to make us forget you calling for our deaths

And most of all, we will outlive you, just like everyone else who ever bayed for our blood

[popponn]

a boyfriend package. [itoshi rin x reader]

summary: itoshi rin is good at soccer. itoshi rin is not good at jokes and cheering up, but for you, he tries anyway. (aka, you are stressed and rin is there.)

notes: this fic had so much thought but the main is "if you have itoshi rin on your side you could probably do anything". to everyone at uni and school, good luck. warning: other than minor curses, none. fluff, reader's gender unspecified, post canon au, reader is a student struggling against exams & essays.

“You are not done yet?”

You, a student who had probably resembled a zombie more at this point, lift your head up from the materials you were supposed to finish within two days. There were certainly other problems you were facing, however, you had no strength to gaze at them at the moment. Instead, you landed your eyes on your boyfriend, leaning against the doorway of your room with two cups of store-bought coffee. Which was hilarious—Itoshi Rin, a solid football career, an aloof reputation which was very true, and no educational deadline because of said football career.

Wait—does Itoshi Rin even drink coffee?

Your brain couldn’t really remember that piece of information.

It could curse out your very lovely and handsome Rin out of envy though. You wished him a very slow internet connection until your freedom next week.

Hearing how the voices in your head had started complete nonsense, you shook your head and returned your focus back to the wall of letters that didn’t seem to have an end in front of you. It would be better for you to save your words and thoughts for this seemingly unending hurdle, instead of using it to say things about the very kind Rin who bought you coffee.

Though, you did remember what one of his friends posted on Finestagram yesterday. A picture of a bunch of guys having fun outside. A hand around his shoulder in an act of friendliness and a very clear time that was spent pleasantly. Without pressure too, on top of that. Fuck—you tried not to cry—you are so jealous of them.

“Hey, did you hear me?”

Oh, right.

You forgot to reply to him.

“Not yet,” you smiled bitterly, “there are still some more left.”

Which was an understatement. Around two thick piles of papers awaited you.

As it was, Rin didn’t even bat an eyelash at your response nor to the faraway look you gave to the tower of books on your desk. He, however, did put a cup of coffee right beside your left hand. On that cup, a smiling mascot with a peanut shape said something about enjoying your time. You didn’t know if the correct choice to that was to bawl or to laugh like a madman.

You were half-asleep after eight hours of cramming and your brain felt like it was burning. In the end, even a tear or a chuckle was a bit beyond your capability at this point.

“…hey,” Rin said again, flatly. A hand awkwardly placed itself on one of your shoulders.

“You sure say a lot of ‘hey’ today,” you noted, leaning your head, slotting it on his stomach. His muscles were hard, but the proximity did comfort you. “…what is it though?”

“…if I drive, and you say ‘stop, deer’,” Rin began awkwardly, out of nowhere with a voice that trembled slightly as if he was under an incredible weight, “I will say ‘yes honey’.”

You stopped breathing at what he just said. No matter how scattered your brain was, you immediately snapped him a bewildered look. You knew you were on the verge of insanity, but Rin—

“What.”

You had been dating him for two years and more and Rin—as much as you love him—is definitely not a joke guy. Did he got possessed? Was it because he drank coffee?

As you ransacked your brain for an answer, you watched an explosion of red on Rin’s face reaching his neck. As that hue stayed on his face, unbudging, Rin’s face turned sour and darkened as he muttered some violating insults that seemed to be directed at Bachira and Otoya.

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Rin. What? Huh?” you repeated, trying to grasp the situation. “Who put you into this?”

You knew you were risking your study in what could end up being a prologue to two murder cases, but that joke was bad enough that it restarted your brain. You would risk a 4-hour delay because honestly what could make Itoshi Rin joke—

Oh.

As the silence between Rin and you stretched, you realized how he seemed to lose the courage to see you in the eye. A red face that was as bashful as it looked like a face belonging to a terrible stomachache patient, yet the comforting pressure Rin gave to your shoulder as he rubbed his thumb���suddenly, it was as clear as day.

This fine dumbass of yours was trying to cheer you up, it seemed.

You laughed out loud at that—perhaps a bit too high-pitched with too much wheezing. However, imagining Rin taking a page from his friends’ books—fuck you hate those words so much still right now but yet—just to cheer you up, it is adorable. And, Rin seemed to accept your ugly chortles as his eyes finally moved to you again.

“Did—” you wheezed again, your whole body still shaking as you pressed your chin to his hip. The smell of Rin’s detergent was your preferred fragrance, widening your smile even more, “—did Bachira and Otoya put you into this? Is that why you cussed them out?”

“Don’t come up with your own conclusion,” Rin scolded with a tone that spelled out relief and fondness.

“Then, what is it? Tell me—you just made a joke. A pun. That’s something,” you teased. In the back of your mind, a heavy static was still present, yet you really couldn’t mind their presence with Rin beside you like this.

Rin grunted and messed up your head, looking down at you with a look that was certainly too soft for his cold & cool guy brand. “Shut up. That’s none of your business.”

“Aw, come on! Tell me!” you protested. Rin shook you off as you started to try and pull his cheeks with your grubby hands. Walking away, he pulled a stool that he had left behind in your room after his tenth visit to your house many months ago.

“No,” Rin said curtly, leaving no room for protest as he tapped your laptop screen lightly. “Now get back to studying.”

At the reminder, it was your turn to wear a sour glum on your face. “Ugh.”

He glared half-heartedly at you. Bumping a knee against your chair slightly. “Don’t fucking say ‘ugh’.”

“But…” you wanted to say that you still wanted to tease him a bit more. You wanted to just do something with him a bit longer. Returning to the passage of curses meant that you couldn’t do that.

Rin looked at you for a moment. You couldn’t fathom what went through in his mind as you glanced at him. However, whatever it was, it pushed Rin to get his face closer to you.

Then, before you could even react to it, Rin pressed a light kiss on top of your forehead.

It was soundless in the way it was surprising. Your eyes were wide as Rin pulled away and returned to his previous position. This time, the red hue and his inability to look you in the eye returned. Looking towards anywhere but you, Rin perched his chin on top of his palm.

“Hurry up and study,” Rin ordered once again. “I will accompany you today, so stop whining.”

There was a prime chance for you to tease him about not practicing instead. Yet, for a solid 30 seconds, all your brain had become was a mush and an incoherent noise. Rin probably should take some responsibility and you should demand so—

Yet, you could only smile and return to your study. Hooking your ankle with one of Rin’s just so you could feel him close still.

“You owe me a kiss and a treat after this.”

“I bought you coffee already.”

“Oh, Rin—come on, I need motivation—”

“Fucking finish it first.”

Afterward, you pulled out a miracle by finishing everything within 3 hours and the rest was history.

[mikimakiboo]

Okay okay okay story concept again including bad sans poly but you can see it as platonic too

I thought about it while washing my hair lmao

Under the cuuuuuuut

So they all come from different time periods, Killer is a thief from the Antiquity during the Roman Empire around the years -30, Horror comes from a Viking tribe around the years 900, Cross is a knight in medieval times around the late 1200s / early 1300s, Nightmare is a high noble during the Renaissance around the years 1600 and Dust is a minimum wager in our current time period

They were never supposed to meet but there was a glitch in the timeline that caused them to get ejected in another time period, and where did they end up ? In Dust's backyard (he lives on the first floor of an old building)

Problem is, they all speak different languages: Killer speaks Latin, Horror speaks Old Norse, Cross speaks Old French, Nightmare speaks Classical French (I set them in France cause that's the history I know best lmao) and Dust speaks modern English, so that means Killer Horror and Dust cannot understand anyone, Nightmare learnt Latin and can manage to understand some of Cross's French but Cross struggles badly to understand him and doesn't know any Latin, and none of them speak neither Old Norse nor English

Luckily Dust has his phone so he uses it to try and translate but it is still difficult to have a good translation of Old Norse and Old French, so Nightmare has to translate Old French into Classical French for Dust to translate and for Old Norse they let Google do its things and hope it's accurate

But anyway, they manage to understand each other a little while Dust also needs to monitor everyone because they are all very frightened by everything modern around them and clearly don't know how to act in a society, especially Horror

And then when they are all semi-aclimated to their surroundings, the timeline glitches again and they all end up in another time period, this time being Cross's, so it's his turn to monitor everyone and teach them how things work, except this time they don't have Google because there obviously isn't any internet connection at that time

And then the timeline glitches again and they are transported into someone else's time period and it keeps happening until they eventually visited everybody's time period

But then Error arrives, a God, who just spent a really long time localizing the glitch and localizing them to sent them back to their respective time periods, but the thing is they all became very attached to each other, managing to understand each other without translator, going on many adventures through time periods, teaching each other some things from home, and they really don't want to lose their connection with each other, so they kinda force / beg Error to let them see each other, and at first Error doesn't want to and just wants them to go back to where/when they belong, but they are being insistent and he doesn't want to deal with it, so he ends up giving each of them a ring that they can use to open portals and jump from time period to time period to go see each other when they please

They're all very happy

@ancha-aus tagging you because I know you like bad sans poly and story concepts even tho I'll probably won't work on it before loooooong if I ever decide to work on it that is 👀

[xtramaletf]

My Friend Borrowed my Dad

Dammit my dad is looking way too hot again! I should never have agreed to let Paulos borrow my dad’s body!

A few weeks ago, my best friend, Paulos, called me over to his house, excited to show me something he’d bought from the internet. Turns out it was some sort of “swapper” device that let him, well, swap traits around on people without them noticing. His model was apparently “premium” and allowed him to determine exactly who would know which swaps had occurred and how the world perceived those changes.. Everyone else would be none the wiser. Actually, it was only after we’d been talking for a while that he revealed he’d swapped my clothing with his baby brother when I got there! I swore that my whole life I’d worn nothing but onesies and diapers even if I was perfectly potty trained and it was normal for his baby brother to be wearing a graphic tee and jeans! After he switched us back I realized how stupid I’d probably looked and sounded arguing in only a diaper and a pacifier around my neck!

It’d been a pretty wild ride since then, we’ve been in the forms and lives of professors, threatening our friends with bad grades; cheered for the football team from our own bodies as varsity girl’s cheerleaders; and even spent a very weird day as dogs everyone else regarded as people (they could even understand our barks!). Anyway, one day Paulos really wanted to borrow my dad’s body. I had no idea why he’d want to be in the body of a middle aged man, but he had some kind of explanation about wanting to use his “perceived age” but also “wanted the complete look” or something. I should have probably just said no, but you see the problem was I had a huge crush on Paulos so I couldn’t really say no to him. 

Well now I find out his family and he are on vacation in SF and I definitely saw my dad’s body walking in a “Leather Daddy Catwalk” on Paulos's story. As disturbing as that was, it’s not as bad as having to live with my crush’s body right next to me for the next two weeks! Even my dad’s manspreading while watching TV is unbearable now!

[versegm]

Coming out of my self-imposed tumblr ban cuz this is the third post I see along the lines of "man we gotta jump ship" so here are some other ways to be social/do fandom/ect. I'm not gonna call them "tumblr alternatives" because I won't lie to you these are gonna be very different experiences from tumblr. But if you use tumblr as a way to meet new people/post your thoughts/do fandom/keep up with folks, then maybe one of these is worth looking into.

COHOST

I don't use Cohost so idk if it's good or not, but all the people who use it tell me it's A Whole Lot Like Tumblr. Got pretty mixed reviews on this one, people seem to either love it or hate it, either way you could check it out it's free.

PILLOWFORT

My main bitch, so I can actually talk about it.

Pros:

Lots of cool privacy features

Porn is allowed

Website has been consistently getting updates and listening to the userbase

No ads because it's user-funded

Cons:

Being user-funded means the website is frequently struggling with money

NEOCITIES

This one isn't really a social media, it's a host for websites.

Pros:

You can do whatever the fuck you want here

Cons:

You have to code it all yourself

If you didn't immediately skip this rolling your eyes, here are some ressources to get a blog running with minimum efforts, and a cool zine to figure out what to put on your blog.

FANLISTING

Ye Old internet way to find new peeps in your fandom. It's a list of fans. I'm listing thefanlisting.org here because it's the biggest hub of fanlistings out there, but there are plenty that aren't listed so if you've got a topic dear to your heart it might be worth googling up "[fandom/ship/character] fanlisting" and see what turns up.

Pros:

It's literally just adding your name to a list of fans. Low spoon effort.

Cons:

If you want to talk to any of the people on the fanlisting you have to actually manually contact them via email or website or whatever they provided for contact. High social anxiety effort.

Anyways that's all I got chief. You probably already heard of half of those and the other half might have made you go "hey wtf that's not at all what I use tumblr for why would I need these" and the answer is it's not my problem. I discovered these when looking for ways for me personally to do social media so if you do social media differently sorry I can't help ya. But hey maybe you'll discover something new who knows.

Preemptive answers to things I am sure will clog my notifications for years to come:

None of these are like tumblr! Look bestie this is like the fifth time people consider abandoning tumblr at this point you have to make your peace with the fact that there is no other website like this one.

The websites you mentioned are nearly empty there's no one in my community here! Bro if you want a website with lots of people you don't need me listing off where you can go you already know where people are going (aka: Bluesky) If you're so scared to be alone then invite your buddies to move there together so you can chat together idk. Be the change you want to be in the world.

I'm not gonna use these. Then you've got my blessing to not use these. I assure you you don't need to reblog this post just to tell me you won't use these. I don't care.

Anyways. Peace. Dunno how many people this is gonna be useful to, but if you wanted to branch out of the usual reddit/bluesky/twitter, hopefully this will help.

Bunch of pillowfort invite codes under the cut since I got a bunch. Sorry I got no cohost as I said I don't use that one.

[gryficowa]

Watching videos commenting on miracolous episodes talking about racism is interesting (Especially when I'm older than when I watched them + I'm European, specifically Polish)

Note, if you are outraged by Chloe's defense, I'm sorry, but Europe and the US don't really have the same approach (Which can be frustrating for non-white Europeans)

First of all, the text about sushi… Sushi was created in China and then came to Japan, which means that this particular text by Chloe is not entirely racist, I know, shocking, but Thomas didn't do his homework before writing the episode, so it came out strangely

As for Chloe confusing a Chinese with a Japanese, unfortunately I have an explanation, it is related to the fact that in Europe they speak collectively, i.e. "Asian", so yes, if we assume that Chloe only dealt with Japanese, and not Chinese, it was unconsciously confuses them with each other (I remind you, this is Europe, not the USA, here the topic of racism is more complicated), anyway, I don't believe that she's the only one who confuses Asians with each other, because we're talking about Europe, where such confusion is more "Normal" (however it sounds), why is she the only one? Why don't any adults do this? This is unrealistic and distorts the reality in Europe

Besides, the very fact that the series is written by a Frenchman who has no clue about racism says a lot, hello, you live in a country where Muslims are persecuted (There is a ban on wearing hijabs), so what more can I say about all this?

It's unrealistic that only Chloe confuses a Chinese and a Japanese with each other, older generations should also have a problem with it, because the action takes place in Europe, not in the USA, plus, older generations are more racist than the younger ones (Because the younger ones have access to for information), so it doesn't make sense that none of the adults are racist, Thomas, do you know what country you live in?

So yes, taking the action in France, i.e. Europe, in practice made Chloe's racism seem even more strange, because they could make it seem that she is not the only person in the whole country who has a problem with it, but it is known that Thomas Astruc prefers to pretend, that in his country and in the whole of Europe racism does not happen (And only a white fourteen-year-old child is the only racist… Yes, it sounds bad)

Europe is not the USA, you could have searched the Internet for information about current acts of racism in your country or Europe itself to present them in your series, but you decided to do something that makes no sense because of the place of action which is France, it looks so unrealistic, when you are European and you know the approach of people from Europe, antagonizing Chloe for racism when she is a fourteen-year-old living in Europe (where such racism is more common, because it is not the USA), to punish her for… As a European, she does not have an attitude like Americans and she took bad examples from adult Europeans

Thomas' attitude towards Chloe is even worse for this reason, he forgets that children are not born racist, they acquire this through adults, the Internet and other media (Like the news), throwing Chloe on the pile for being racist is harmful, yes, we should talk about racism and fight it, but hate a child for being a racist, because adults taught her that? A child's mind is still developing, it shouldn't be done, educating children is necessary, so Thomas, you fucked up the whole series

As a European, I have more reason to criticize this series for how it ignores the very topic of racism in Europe in order to antagonize a child (Fictional, but a child), if you want to show racism, then use information about it, not create worse versions of racism from the 70s -those from America

I had to describe it because it's frustrating how Americans hate Chloe for racism and they have no idea what it looks like in Europe, instead of bashing Thomas for showing racism in such an unrealistic way, they attack a fourteen-year-old cartoon girl, it's fucked up on many levels

Thomas doesn't know anything about racism, especially in Europe, if he did, only Adrien and Marinette would know it's racism, and the adults, including Chloe, wouldn't see it as a problem because they're fucking adult Europeans and we have unrealistic shit that pretends to be that it is progressive because it talks about racism, but the truth is that there is nothing there, no realism in this topic (Compare to US productions from the 70's, even they did it better…), this episode would be better if it showed real racism, and not the one just to show how stupid Chloe is -_-

Yes, I had to get this out of the way because a lot of people in the fandom are Americans and they look at Chloe from an American perspective, the problem is that Chloe is not American, she is French and that changes the perspective, yes, racism is bad, but remember that in Europe operates on different levels and Thomas Astruc presented it so badly that if you are from Europe, you it hurts

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Visiting Hours Are Over

Kim doesn’t want visitors. 

His brothers come to see him, of course, and his father; he doesn’t get a choice with them. But he refuses to see anyone else. Not that there is anyone else, really.

Regardless, Kim is tired. He wants to be left alone to lick his wounds in peace. Is that too much to ask for? 

Of course it is. There’s no other explanation for the door to his room being opened, admitting not one of the many nurses, but the last person on Earth Kim wants to see right now. 

Kim doesn’t acknowledge him. He thinks maybe, if he ignores the problem, it will go away. That’s never worked before, but Kim doesn’t have any other options here, trapped in the hospital bed as he is. He isn’t strong enough to face Porchay either way. 

“Kim.” 

He doesn’t respond. He won’t.  Instead, he lies there with his eyes closed, trying to feign some sense of peace; enough to convince the other boy he’s asleep. 

Porchay, of course, isn’t fooled; just like Kim knew when Chay was feigning sleep, that time on the couch, Chay sees right through him, now. 

“P’Kim, come on.” 

“What do you want.” His voice comes out a tired rasp. He can’t find the energy to make it a question.

“I wanted to check on you. See how you’re doing.” 

That is almost laughable. Chay could have looked him up if that’s all he wanted; news of Kim’s “accident” is all over the internet. He couldn’t avoid it even if he wanted to. 

Maybe that’s why he’s here. 

“Satisfied?” Kim bitterly asks, finally turning towards Chay. Let him see the violent hues of his skin, stained in all shades from near-black to sallow green. The mottled pattern continues down his neck, his exposed collarbones, and beneath his clothes. Hell, the bruising is the least of the damage he’s incurred. It’s also the most he’s willing to reveal. 

Chay doesn’t do anything dramatic like gasp or clutch his heart; Kim has come to learn that after the life he’s had, it takes more than a beating to upset Chay. He didn’t even have to witness this one. 

Kim finds himself searching for a reaction anyway. Even now, starving for some sign that Chay still cares about him, even if Chay no longer wants him, even when Kim was the one to put that cold look in his eyes. He wants to ask why Chay is really here. If he noticed when Kim went missing—no one else did—or if he missed him.

Kim does none of these things, and the corners of Chay’s mouth turn down as if he knows the questions Kim isn’t asking. Or maybe Kim is reading too much into things, as usual, and Chay just doesn’t like what he sees. 

“No,” is all Chay replies. Then he turns to leave, and Kim—damn it all—finds himself calling out. 

“That’s it?” 

Chay pauses with his hand on the door.

“What else is there?” 

Kim doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know what else he wants there to be, but not this; he doesn’t want them to be strangers, two people that happen to share the same house and nothing else. Not when it used to be more. 

“I don’t want to see you hurt.” Chay looks over his shoulder to softly add, “Get better soon, P’Kim.” 

[azaliyas]

Hi! I saw this cute tik tok where Alhaitham is autistic and his weighted blanket was being washed so he was very grumpy snd couldn’t fall asleep so like kaveh decided to lay on top of him to try and emulate the blanket.

If it’s ok can you do that but alhaitham x reader, romantic and established relationship? Sorry if it’s confusing 😭

summary : alhaitham is a man of simple requests and simple needs, but when they're not met, like his precious blanket not being on him for the night, it can become quite the problem. luckily for him you, his amazing lover, have a solution that he will gladly enjoy (but he will never admit it).

word count : [ to be added later ]

genre : fluff.

cw / tw : none.

characters : alhaitham.

note : omg me?? posting?? what a rare occasion �� yes i'm not dead and i'm still writing! i just forget to post '^' anyway anon i'm sorry for the delay 😭 you have the right to bonk me if you want, i deserve it anyway ;-; this idea was so cute tho, i need to see that tiktok even if i don't ship haikaveh lol // i have more pieces ready they just need proofreading (if i can find the will to, otherwise to hell with that :D). on a serious note 1) i didn't understand much about weighted blankets so if this piece is off eeeeehhhh i tried 2) internet said that habibti was the right word, but if habibi is the one let me know please! hope you can enjoy this, sorry my sporadic appearances 🫠❤️

a few years into your relationship with alhaitham you learned quite the number of curious facts about the scribe that many didn't know — not because alhaitham kept them a secret, but only because of his reserved personality that didn't make him open up to the first person that was in front of him.

the scribe liked his coffee burning hot with no sugar and just a little sip of milk, enjoying it sitting at the same spot of the kitchen table every morning. he also liked working out mostly in the evening and take a shower right after. alhaitham loved sleeping on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat a comforting lullaby.

speaking of sleeping habits, alhaitham could only sleep with his weighted blanket wrapped around his body. because of this, the scribe was very attentive in washing it during the day so it would be dry for the evening. that was one of the first things you taught yourself to do in order to help your boyfriend, a gesture that had the dendro user fall harder for you.

at least, that's what you succeeded to do until today. the rain didn't allow the blanket to dry during the whole day, and so by the evening it was still dump. impossible to let it be used, even when you had hung out the blanket before starting cooking dinner for tonight. by the time you and alhaitham had to turn in for the night, it was still wet. and cold. defeated, you had to put the weighted blanket aside.

you found alhaitham standing near the mattress in your shared bedroom, pyjama on and ready to crash the bed and fall asleep. that was, but his blanket was amiss.

your groan came out sounding more like a whine noticing this scene. you cursed the rain while scrambling your thoughts trying to find a solution.

«it's fine.» alhaitham said, turning on his feet to look at you. you knew he was lying.

«it's not! how are you supposed to fall asleep without your blanket?!» you whined again, a sound of exasperation leaving your throat right after.

«i can put more blankets on top of each other. it's not a problem.» your boyfriend rebutted, walking toward the wardrobe.

alhaitham pulled out some blankets and started laying them on the bed one after the other. deep down the scribe knew it wasn't the exact same thing, but a weighted blanket had its purpose in the deep-pressure touch that brought calmness and comfort. and that deep-pressure touch was given by the heavy weight. by logic, more blankets on top of each other had to be enough heavy.

but for once in his life, alhaitham was wrong. it was a weird feeling, but not as weird as tossing around back and forth, incapable of sleeping for more than five minutes before waking up again. his movements and his grumbling had you waking up.

you turned on your side and faced your boyfriend, just in time to meet his gaze. he furrowed his brows as soon as he noticed you staring at him.

«sorry for waking you up.» he murmured, annoyance clear in his voice. not at you, of course, but at his incapacity of falling asleep.

you looked at him, eyes focused, and alhaitham knew you were thinking hard about something, but what that something was he didn't know.

without a word you dragged yourself on top of alhaitham, who laid on his back as you took place on his chest, your blanket wrapping around both your bodies. your head rested in the crook of his neck, your hands gently pressed on his chest, right above where his heart was.

«habibti... what are you doing?» alhaitham looked at you like you just grew a second head on your shoulders.

«well, the comfort of a weighted blanket is in its weight, right?» you asked, raising your head to look at him. alhaitham slowly nodded. «hence my position: i will act as your blanket for the night.»

to say the scribe was flabbergasted was an euphemism. he didn't mind your wonderful mind and colorful ideas, after all it was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if you the hamster running on your wheel wasn't actually high on something.

«it doesn't make sense.» he rebutted.

«this is where you're wrong, haitham. it does. weighted blankets have their purpose in their weight, that brings comfort thanks to the fact they mimic a hug, helping you release serotonin and dopamine, hormones that soothe you and help you sleep.»

you concluded your explanation with a satisfied smile, chin resting on your knuckles while you looked at your speechless boyfriend. it was a very rare occurrence to leave the scribe without anything to say, and almost all of the times it was because of you.

sighing and subtly rolling his eyes, alhaitham decided at last to try your idea and sleep like that — although, your chest was a much better pillow than the feather ones his head was currently laying on.

...

oh what a delight was to see your boyfriend's stunned face the next morning, the heaviness of sleep still clinging to his god-touched features as he was blinking away from the sun rays pouring from the window.

«don't.» he grumbled.

your smile turned into a knowing smirk.

«told ya!» you happily chimed.

© azaliyas 2023 do not copy repost translate or feed to ai

[impactedfates]

“And Action!” - Various HSR Boys x GN! Reader (Modern School AU)

Summary: Getting the lead role in the play for school was one thing, but now your love interest in the play is your crush?? AND THERE’S A KISS SCENE????

Characters Included (Separate): Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha, Welt, Dan Heng, Sampo, Gepard, Luka

Genre: Romantic + Fluff (hopefully lol)

Warnings: None (Well, this is debatbalty proof read if you wanna count that)

Extra: I swear I am not bias to certain characters, some characters were easier to write for then others for this prompt for me/srs // Reader is shorter or the same height to the males

Jing Yuan is probably one of the top 3 candidates for the lead role so you shouldn't be all too surprised when you found out he was going to be playing your love interest in the play.

What did surprise you however when you were reading your script, was the kiss scene. Your face heated up as you continued reading the lines, too concentrated on the words and actions to notice a sleepy pair of golden eyes peering over your shoulder.

"Then he leaned in and gave them a long sweet kiss"

Came a voice, reading out one of the lines of the script, your head whipped behind you, and you felt it heating up more as you stared at Jing Yuan, who was looking back with a sly smile.

"Hm, if we want the play to go on well, then we should practice no?"

He speaks, a teasing tone in his voice as he stared directly into your eyes.

Did he know you liked him...?

"How about it, want to practice now my dear?"

Oh he definitely knew.

.

.

.

"Jing Yuan, the plays over, we don't have to-"

He cut you off promptly, planting another kiss on your lips. As his hands lay rest on your waist. He let out a low chuckle as he leaned in, his face right beside your ear.

"Y'know...we didn't actually have to kiss for the scene, we could've just faked it...but this gave me a GREAT excuse to give you a lot of kisses"

How Blade managed to land himself as the lead role made many scratch their head. No one exactly doubted his acting abilities, they were willing to give him a chance it's just...the lead role he got was expected to be given to someone kind, charming and sweet...3 things Blade was not and no one could really see him as those as well.

No one could tell what he thought about it either, he had his usual expression on his face. But hey, at least he took his script and read through it with no problem right?

He actually read the script with you, and you both paused upon reading about the kiss scene.

"I think the director said that we don't have to do all scenes exactly, so we won't have to do this if we don't want too"

He speaks, looking away with the slightest blush. His grip on the paper seemingly tightening a bit before he glanced at you, leaning in to see your reaction to his next question.

"Which would you prefer? We fake a kiss or an actual kiss"

If I'm being honest, Luocha doesn't seem like the type to audition, at least voluntarily. If the school made it mandatory for everyone to audition he might get the role, mainly due to his looks.

However, if it was voluntarily auditions, I feel someone may have signed him up and he went to get it over with. In either case he didn't expect to get a big role, especially not one of the leads.

But now that he got it, he decided to just do it anyways. No harm done really. After he's done with reading the script and finds out he'd be able to kiss you, he seems happy enough to do the play, even if it ends up being fake. Being close to you is enough for him.

I actually see Welt and yourself being teachers in the school instead of students. You wanted to show the students the play that they'd be doing however...someone lost the CD you wanted to use. Welt was about to suggest to just look for it on the internet or even buy another one but...Himeko insisted that instead of that, the teachers should just re-enact the play. And in her words.

"It may give the students a confidence boost to try out"

Welt wanted to counter argue but gave in as Himeko seemed adamant about this idea. She was quick to assign you and Welt as the two leads of the play and as the two of you were practicing together, not knowing what to expect from the play. (Himeko chose it out and didn't tell anyone)

Your voices both died down as you saw the kiss scene laid out in words on the sheet.

"Himeko...surely we can fake the kiss?"

"C'mon Welt, we gotta make it realistic, you two have to kiss"

Welt was about to speak up about it when you intervened, stating it wasn't so bad and it was just one kiss right?

So he agreed, after it was recorded, Himeko showed the school and the students were rather surprised it was the teachers in the video instead, a collection of gasps was heard when they saw the kiss scene between you and Welt though.

Himeko simply laughed at the embarred faces of the two of you as she hid a certain CD in her bag.

Dan Heng probably wouldn't audition either. He'd much rather just watch on the side lines. However he was okay tagging along with March so she could audition.

When March saw you in the audition room she was quick to quietly urge Dan Heng to do so as well. Trying every thing in the book.

"You'll get to see them everyday! Well…when the play is in production"

"You might be able to get close to them"

"WHAT IF YOU GET THE LEAD ROLE AND THEY DO AS WELL SO YOU CAN KISS."

He shot down all her attempts though. As much as he imagined giving you a kiss, he didn't want to force you. Still...when March knows you two share mutual feelings with one another, she could not sit still.

Cue wingman March as she secretly signed Dan Heng up, and much to his annoyance, it seems he can't unsign himself up. He managed to get a lead part, much to his AND Marchs surprise (she was excited though once she found out you were the other lead)

Dan Heng, although he didn't want to do the play, he still took the time to read and memorize all his lines. He suggested to you that youse could fake the kiss scene. If you agree to fake it he will agree (ofc) and fake the kiss scene. You two do grow close after it even so.

HOWEVER, if you ask if you could actually do the kiss, he'd be surprised by agree. His kisses are soft and sweet :))

THEATRE KID ALERT/j

Sampo is the most dramatic person ever during the plays and even during the kiss scenes. At least at the start of practising, he does actually want the play to go on so he does eventually tone it down and properly act. He actually knows that the kiss scene could be faked, but he found out that you liked him and hey, he likes you as well, unless you show any form of being uncomfortable with the kiss scene, he'll happily do it with you.

Actually...after the successful 3 nights of the play, he might as well confess to you right? (This happens whether or not the kiss is faked)

Gepard is also definitely part of the top 3 best candidates for the lead role. He was happy to do it as well! Though when he found out about not only the kiss scene, but it was YOU he'd be kissing. He ended up internally panicking at the thought of kissing his crush.

Thankfully someone did tell him it could be faked so he did that, h o w e v e r.

During the first night that the play was officially opened up for showing, Serval who was also part of the act and even in the scene thought it would be a good idea to subtly push Gepard to ACTUALLY kiss you.

He could only thank the aeons that the curtains fell for the next scene. The play went on without any stops, you and Gepard were able to stop your blushing faces thankfully, but after the play Gepard was apologising so much as Serval was snickering nearby.

But hey, he can't blame his sister too much, he in fact got himself a partner, that being you :)

There's meant to be 3 in the top 3 candidates for the lead role, and who do I think the 3rd one is? Well Luka!

Luka is very enthusiastic about the role and cannot wait to practice, especially with you!

He read the kiss scene with you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable he opted to just faking the kiss. However he did ramble to his friends about wanting to actually kiss you...which you one day heard.

He's rather embarrassed but admits his feelings for you, this happens before the play is officially opened to the public, so after you two got together shortly after the not so planned confession, you decided to give each other sweet kisses not only in the scene but quick ones before you both were on :D

I had this idea in my head for awhile now, but never had the motivation to write it...until now :D

Posted right before school starts so hopefully you enjoy this while I’m suffering at school ♡

[seeminglydark]

Idk if this means anything to you but I'm a comic artist who's had a hard time doing art for a few years. The first four was because of life hardship and lack of time/chronic pain, but now lately I've had time but a mental block. I'm creeping up on 30 and felt bad about myself for "missing out" on my opportunity to be a comic artist. It was really validating to see you post about being 41 (correct me if I'm wrong) especially since you have such wonderful comics that I've been following for a while now. It makes me feel less like I'm wasting my time putting my things in order when I "should" be drawing.

Hopefully this doesn't come across as offensive or anything. It was just comforting and validating. Anyway, big fan! Love your characters a whole lot and hope you have a good day!

Dear Anon

I am 41 years old. I have wanted to make comics my entire life. before my dad got sick, and my childhood kinda fell apart, all i did was draw. after that, i used the stories in my head to cope. life moved on. i was convinced not to accept a partial scholarship to an art school in California. life got hard. i worked at a hotel, and after i escaped an abusive relationship at 22 i hitchhiked/bused far far away to start over. i tried to make comics again, but i had to survive, and so i got another job doing the only thing i knew how to do, hotels. and i worked. and worked. and life got harder and times got heavier and i didn't get time to draw and i worked double hours, 15 to 17 hours a day. and i went four years without drawing a single thing.

i kept working myself into the ground. i was 29 now. i picked up a pen again and drew a red haired boy. he had a hard life and no love and no friends. his problems were on the outside, for everyone to see. he ran away but his problems went with him.

i was 32. surely i was too old now. my time to be an artist was gone. i had no school. no hope. i was so far behind the younger gen i saw online. i cried. all the time. i wrote stories in my email drafts while i worked shifts. i stayed up late trying to learn how to draw again. i cried some more. the boy grew. i called him Fiach. worthy. a raven. later i renamed him Avery. he was like a bird, he had wings, he was my hope. i started writing some friends for him. the people i wished i had around me.

i started finding time and space. i got a new job, something where i was lucky enough to set my own hours. for the first time i had a partner who believed in me. things were hard. but i was drawing now. and that helped.

i went on a road trip and i started drawing pages of an unnamed story on 6 by 8 paper in a sketchbook. i drew 20 of them. 'what could i call this?' i thought. Nothing Seems as Dark...no says my partner. Seemingly Dark. he made me a logo. i was 35. i bought an ipad, i cant do this on paper, its too much story i have too much to say. so i learned how to draw digitally by tracing my own trad art pages.

I spoke to my dad for the last time on June 17th, fathers day that year. he said 'you're good. i'm proud. and you're gonna do amazing things. none of this is your fault. and we will speak again soon.' i didn't know id never hear his voice again. he died a week later.

i turned 36. i kept trying. i'm old, i don't understand the internet. how can i share this?

i stumbled across Lore Olympus. i was introduced to webcomics. id read comics online before but the thought never occurred to me. i opened an account on Tapas. and then i stared at it. what if no one likes it. what if its bad. my art isn't good. i should wait til i'm better. but will i ever really be better? or will i always believe that tomorrow is better? do it now. if even one person gets something out of this story, this story about a boy who is you, a boy who looking for hope, a boy who might make it, then that is enough isn't it.

June 17th 2018 i launched Seemingly Dark.

SD's five year anniversary is in a week. 0ver 700 pages. leaps and bounds in progress with my skills. a printed comic under my belt as of monday. i was always a storyteller. but i was always an artist too.

I am 41 years old, dear anon. I did not truly embark on this journey til i was 35. life got in the way. even now, chronic illness gets in the way. but its worth it. its never ever too late. i believe in you the way my dad believed in me. i reset my life again and again. but I was always an artist. and if thats who you are, and who you want to be, even if things dont go the way you wished they could, you're an artist too.

im 41 years old. i speak about my age, even though i often feel too old to belong in spaces, cuz really, in this case age is just a number. take care of yourself. do what you need to do. and little by little, when your able, carve out your space until it becomes more of a habit. sometimes i think about all the years i lost not drawing or creating. but there's a lot of factors that make me believe had i made my story then, it wouldn't be the story it is now, i needed to live a bit. i needed to find myself. i know this was long, but i just wanted you to see i also had to put my life in order, and getting notes like this reminds me it wasnt at all a waste. im glad i could offer you some comfort. thats honestly the best compliment i could ever receive.

TL;dR I was 35 when i sat down and seriously started making comics, because life always got in the way and so did my confidence. i always feared being too old. im 41 now, still going strong.

[explodingstar]

Simon’s Caretaker

Warnings: talk of alcohol and drinking. Pairings: Some of TF141 x reader

“Oh come on darling, come hang out with us!”

You look at the two big military men sitting on the couch in front of you. “I don’t like going to bars Simon, you know this.” You look at him and he basically has his puppy dog eyes begging you to come with him. “Oh one time won’t hurt. Right Johnny?” “Right!” Johnny says looking up at you from the couch. “I said no now go have a boys night and call me if you need anything.” You smile at them as they get up from the couch. “Bye!” They both say goodbye back in unison and walk out the front door. 

You head to bed and put your phones volume all the way up just incase you get a call from them while they are out. A couple hours go by and you wake up to multiple dings from your phone. “What the fuck?” You turn on your phone to see you were invited to a mass group text between you and all the guys on the task force. You start reading the messages and then you get a call from Johnny. “Hello?” “Hey bestieee!” Johnny slurs over the phone. “Hey look you have to come pick us up  things got a little bit wilddd and Price and Gaz joined us and now Simons throwing up cause he drank too much and none of us can drive safely right now sooo you have to come get us” He says over the phone trying to use his charm so you say yes. 

“Dammit Johnny. What bar are yall at?” You say rubbing your eyes while trying to find a pair of shoes to throw on. “Oh you know the usual. Simon im on the phone with Y/N!” “Okay ill be there give me like 15-20 minutes.” You grab your keys and head out of the house. “Okay thank youuu!” He hangs up the phone and you put yours down and start driving over to the bar. You get there in like 15 minutes and everyones outside. Johnny and Price are kind of holding up Simon to lead him into the back seat of the car. They get him in and sit on both sides of him. Gaz gets in the pssenger seat and you start the car back up. 

“Simon you okay?” You ask looking back in your review mirror. He gives you a thumbs up and you look back at Johnny and roll your eyes. 

“Thank you for coming to the rescue again Y/N. Johnny says. “No problem guys.” 

You take Price and Gaz home and start driving back to the house you share with Simon. “Johnny do you mind staying the night so you can help me get him into bed” You laugh looking back in the review mirror and seeing Simon curled up in the backseat asleep. “Yeah I dont mind” Johnny looks at you and laughs. Yall get back to the house and open up the car door. 

“Comeon big man” Johnny says as he tries to pull Simon out of the car by his arm. Simon wakes up and stumbles out of the car. “Heyyy loveee” Simon looks at you and smirks. You smile and unlock the door while Johnny is basically carrying Simon at this point. Everyone heads inside and you lead Simon to the bed and help him lay down. “Thank you Johnny for helping I would not have been able to do that myself how much did yall drink anyways?” “Only likeeee a beer n a half” Simon slurs. Johnny bursts out laughing “maybe like a bottle and a half for you alone!”

“Seems about right.” You laugh and go into the kitchen to get a glass of water and a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich for simon. “Johnny feel free to eat whatever you want im gonna go lay down and try to make him eat this.” You walk back into the bedroom and hand Simon the sandwhich and glass of water. “Here eat” He takes a couple sips of water and a couple bites of the sandwhich before handing both back to you and passing out for the night.  “And this is why I dont like going to bars” you fijish the rest of the sandwhich but put the water on the nightstand along with some medicine for his hangover in the morning. You lay down and wrap your arms around him before going to sleep yourself. 

A/N: I have no internet right now so Ive been bored outta my mind just writing away. (I skimmed over this at like 5am so if there is any errors im sorry lol)

[oldiesstationlover11607]

*Jumps down from podium* Hello there! 😀

Yes, I’m aware how cringy that was. Anyways, hi! It’s me. 💛. Your favorite miscolored internal organ emoji. First of, I want to say that I LOOOOVVVEEEEDDDD the blurryface fic. I actually really enjoyed how you wrote blurryface. To me, I feel like it was like Tyler had just enough control over him to keep him from fully coming out, but not enough to stop him completely, so he was rude, but not to the degree of blurryface he could be.

Now, I come to you almighty one shot lord with a new request. I recently saw a video in Twitter of Josh playing with someone’s kid (IDK if it was Tyler’s. It was a video where he jokingly tried to take a bite out of a kid’s piece of bacon before saying he didn’t want it because it was gross. Yes, I know. I’m great at describing things). Anyways, it was adorable. Thus, I was wondering if you could maybe do the fic where the reader sees Josh playing with a young child (could be Tyler’s kid(s), could be a random child. Up to you.) and the reader kinda gets baby fever and decides to talk to Josh about possibly having them in the future.

I understand that this topic may be one you’re not interested in writing and, if that’s the case, no problem. You are the artist and I am but a humble freeloader. 😊

Kids - Josh Dun x reader

Relationship: Josh Dun × Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1273

A/N: I'm glad you liked the Blurryface fic and you saw my vision :) I searched the internet for the bacon video and found it! Definitely helped with writing the fic. Josh is so cute with kids it's adorable. I went through 3 different versions of this before finally landing on this one. I did write a water fight fic for another fandom on this blog but idc bc this one fits well. Hopefully it's not too short.

P.S. 💛 the image of josh will make sense at the end lol. I was looking for one and cackling over this.

2015 had been both an amazing and stressful year for Josh and I, Blurryface had released and we’d both been on tour together. Mark and I had both been working on vlogs and social media for the album cycle and tour, tiring us out just as much as the boys. Luckily, we had a couple months off to relax before they started working on the next album. My parents had agreed to let us stay in our family vacation home in Florida, meaning I was going to get to see our family friends and their kids–all of whom were half my age. 

The sun was blaring outside and to avoid the heat I was sitting in the living room working some editing. Josh had decided to wander the neighborhood, getting to know the area I’d been telling him about for months. As I saved my project and put my computer away I heard a loud screech. I ran outside, curious as to what was happening. 

“Josh, stop it!” cackled Amelia, my mom’s best friend’s daughter. Josh was chasing after her, a water gun in hand and aimed perfectly at the back of her head. A whole group of kids had come out of their houses to play, some with water balloons, others with pistols, all of them laughing. I remembered when Tyler and I would run around here, our parents close friends. One Christmas he’d been given a skateboard and we spent the winter break trying to learn how to do tricks. Tyler and Jenna had decided to stay back home in Columbus for the holidays, preferring the cooler weather than the Florida heat. I tried desperately to fight off the smile growing on my face while I sat on the porch steps. Josh caught up to Amelia, picking her up and carrying her so the other kids could all soak her. Amelia managed to get away, running in the opposite direction towards her friends. Josh had a grin plastered on his face. 

“I’ve got ammo over here!” A small hand reached up above a bush, waving in the air. Josh ran over to refill his gun before sneaking back into the war zone of kids. 

“Okay, team Josh huddle!” He stretched his arms around the group of kids he’d clearly chosen to be on his team. I could hear the faint whispers of the kids before they split up, creeping towards the other kids on Amelia’s team. “Ready. Aim. Fire!” he yelled, prompting all of the kids to either fire their water guns or throw their water balloons. It looked like a mini tsunami, water flying through the air and soaking everyone in range. I couldn’t help the smile growing on my face, Josh was so good with the kids. We’d been together for 3 years and hadn’t spent that much time with kids. We had the conversation about spending our futures together months ago, but I never found the time to have the really important conversation with him. Kids. Tyler had dreamed of having kids for as long as I could remember and Jenna had been on board since day one. I wanted what they had, it was hard not knowing if Josh wanted what I wanted. “Okay okay! I’m soaked so I’m gonna go get dry.” Josh wrung out his shirt which was sticking against his body. He waved goodbye to all the kids before turning towards the house. As soon as he saw me his eyes lip up, arms open to give me a hug. 

“No! No!” I laughed, holding him back while he tried desperately to kiss me. Finally I gave up, letting him pull me in close. We were definitely going to need to dry off together. 

“Let’s go inside,” Josh ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. I followed him into the house, going into our bedroom and grabbing a new set of clothes before joining him in the bathroom. He was running a comb through his dyed red hair, a towel wrapped around his shirtless body. 

“You know, you’re really good with kids,” I said, sitting on the counter. Josh looked up at me, his eyebrows raised. 

“Ya think? I mean, I’ve got two younger sisters so–” Of course, how could I have forgotten? I handed Josh a clean shirt once I’d gotten dressed in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. Looking out the window, I could see the kids still outside throwing water back and forth. I wanted to talk to Josh about the kid thing, but I couldn’t tell if this was the right time. If I did mention it and he didn’t want kids then I was risking him leaving me, risking everything that made me, me. I wanted to be honest with him, we were always honest with each other. Josh continued to talk while my thoughts bounced about in my head. “My mom used to pay me to babysit them which was fun but obviously when I started touring that stopped–”

“Josh,” I interrupted, reaching down and grabbing his hand. He looked up at me, a worried look on his face. 

“What? Are you okay?” I took a deep breath before continuing. 

“Do you–have you ever heard Tyler talk about wanting kids?” I was trying to frame a way to start the conversation whilst having no idea what I was doing. Josh nodded, staying quiet and listening attentively. “I–I know you’re only 27 and I’m 26 but we’ve never talked about kids before and I really–do you?”

Josh laughed, folding the towel he was using and placing it on the rack. “If you’re trying to ask what I think you’re trying to ask then the answer is yeah, I do.” I jumped off the counter and ran into his arms, pressing my lips to his. 

“God I love you,” I smirked into the kiss, cupping his jaw and tangling his wet curls between my fingers. He kissed back, pulling me close so I was straddling his waist. 

“When I say I want kids, I don’t mean right now, you know? Touring and work is putting enough stress on us and we’re not even engaged yet,” he said, breaking the kiss. I nodded, glad he was thinking exactly what I was. 

“Of course. We’ve still got so much going on and the band is getting bigger and bigger. I think we should enjoy the time we have alone before we start worrying about bringing smaller versions of ourselves into the world,” I agreed, pressing my lips to his once more before getting up and grabbing Josh’s wet clothes off the floor. 

“Where are you off to?” he asked, standing up. 

“I’m putting your clothes in the laundry and grabbing us a snack. I’m exhausted from watching you run around and I need a nap.” I threw Josh’s clothes into the laundry basket before going into the pantry and grabbing a bag of honey-roasted nuts, my favorite snack that I’d made Josh add to the band’s rider for the entire tour. 

“Can I join you?” He reached his hand inside the bowl, taking a handful of nuts and pouring them into his mouth. I nodded, walking into our room and getting into bed, Josh sticking close to me. “I’m so tired,” he chuckled, placing his head on the pillow next to mine. 

“You know, kids will do that to you,” I yawned, my eyes feeling heavy. 

“And that is why we’re waiting,” he returned the yawn. 

I scooted closer to him, bending my knees and rolling onto my side, drifting into sleep within his arms. 

“Goodnight love,” Josh whispered.

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Can't wait for the next request!