#this is all i csn think of right now

[st4rlvr]

Chasing You || CSN

I think the worst part wasn’t watching him fall for someone else.

It was realizing that somewhere along the way, I’d become easy to leave.

San had always been there. The kind of presence that didn’t need announcing. He showed up like sunlight through a window — soft, steady, unnoticed until it was gone. People talked. Said he liked me. Said he had for years. I brushed it off. Not because I didn’t care — I think deep down I knew I did — but because I never let myself think about it too long. I didn’t date. Never had. I always told myself I wasn’t built for all that messy, complicated stuff. But maybe that was just an excuse.

They told him there was no shot. That I’d never feel the same way. And maybe they were right. Maybe I didn’t feel the same.

Maybe I felt something worse.

Something messier.

Something that couldn’t be named until it was too late.

I noticed the shift when he stopped texting first. When “let’s hang out” turned into “I’ll let you know.” When his laugh — the one I knew by heart — was being shared with someone else across the room.

He looked happy. And she looked at him the way I never let myself.

Because I was scared. Because I didn’t know what to do with feelings that sat so quietly in my chest.

When he told me about her, he didn’t say it like it was news. He said it like he was already halfway gone, like he was easing me into the idea that I didn’t matter the same way anymore.

I told him I was happy for him. And maybe some of me was. But most of me was just… tired. Tired of pretending it didn’t sting. Tired of missing him while he was still standing in front of me.

The truth is, I did like him.

I liked the way he always waited for me to finish talking, even when I rambled.

I liked the way he remembered the little things — how I liked my coffee, how I hated thunderstorms, how I hummed when I was nervous.

I liked the way he looked at me, like I was something.

And now, he looks at her like that.

We were never together. Not really. So I don’t know if I have the right to feel like something ended.

But it did.

And I think the saddest part of all is that when he moved on, I didn’t just lose a chance at love.

I lost my best friend.

And I don’t know how to tell him I miss him without making it sound like I want him back.

Even though… maybe I do.

⸻

It had been over ten years.

I was in my late twenties now, living in a different city, with a different kind of life. The kind of life you build slowly and half-heartedly when you’re trying to prove to yourself that you’re over something — or someone — you never really had.

I dated.

I tried.

But nothing was like him.

It wasn’t that they weren’t kind or sweet or handsome. It’s just… none of them made me feel like me the way San used to. None of them looked at me like I was a song they couldn’t stop humming.

I thought I had moved on. Really, I did. I knew San had. He’d been with her for over a decade. Her name was everywhere — tagged in photos, mentioned in mutual friends’ stories, tied to his smile. They were getting married. I saw the post. Simple. Elegant. He asked. She said yes.

I stared at it longer than I should have, then turned my phone off and went to sleep. Or tried to.

So when I got the call from Wooyoung, I didn’t believe it at first.

“San called it off,” he said, like it was just another update.

“What?”

“The wedding. It’s not happening.”

I paused. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

There was silence, but it was loud. Everything in my head started spinning — memories, old regrets, half-buried what-ifs.

I thought about how sure they had seemed. How in love he looked. I thought about all the years that passed, all the chances I didn’t take. And for a split second, I wondered if maybe this was the universe offering me one last chance to make sense of what never did.

But then I stopped myself.

It wasn’t my business. Not anymore. Whatever had happened between them — that was their story. Just because something ended didn’t mean it began again. And even if it did… where would I even begin?

I hung up the phone and sat there for a long time. My apartment was quiet, and so was my heart, but in that aching, tired kind of way. I didn’t cry. I didn’t smile. I just sat.

Because I didn’t know how to feel.

Was I relieved? Sad? Hopeful? Guilty for even feeling anything?

I had spent so long convincing myself that it was over — that he was over — that I didn’t know what to do with the tiniest spark that flickered up in my chest at the thought of maybe.

Maybe he still thought about me.

Maybe he wondered too.

Maybe this wasn’t the end of everything — just the start of something we’d never had the courage to explore.

Or maybe… maybe some people are just meant to haunt each other quietly, forever.

It was a Thursday. Gray skies, light drizzle, the kind of day that already felt too heavy before anything even happened.

I wasn’t expecting anyone — much less him.

But there he was.

San.

On my doorstep.

He looked different, older in the way we all were now — sharper jaw, tired eyes — but still him. Still the boy who used to sit next to me in silence just to be close. Still the boy I never had the guts to love out loud.

I froze. My heart practically stopped.

“How… how did you—?”

“Wooyoung,” he said, breathing hard. “Of course.”

Of course.

I stepped aside, unsure if I should even let him in, but he walked in anyway — like his body moved faster than his thoughts.

He looked around once, like he couldn’t believe I was real. Like he didn’t know whether to cry or scream or both.

“I’m sorry for just showing up,” he said, voice shaking, “but I couldn’t stop thinking, and if I didn’t say it, I was going to lose my mind.”

I swallowed. “Say what?”

He stepped closer, eyes burning into mine. “Do you think of me too? Do you think of me the way I think of you?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because what do you say to the ghost that never really left?

His jaw clenched. His voice cracked, but his words came hard and fast.

“Y/N, I can’t keep pretending like what happened between us didn’t hurt me.” His fists clenched at his sides. “I love you. I love YOU.”

He shouted it like it hurt to say.

And maybe it did.

Tears welled in his eyes, and I knew the anger wasn’t really anger — it was pain. All of it was. Years of unspoken things, all crashing into one brutal moment.

“You don’t get to do this now,” I finally snapped, voice rising. “You don’t get to show up now and throw that in my face like I didn’t spend years wondering if I made a mistake! You moved on, San. You left.”

“I waited! I waited for something — anything — from you! And all I ever got was silence!”

“Because I was scared!” I shouted, the words cutting my throat on the way out. “I was scared of losing you, of ruining what we had — and I lost you anyway!”

His tears spilled over, mine not far behind. And suddenly we were both yelling. Shouting through ten years of built-up regret, of longing, of missed chances. The kind of yelling that only happens when the silence has lived too long.

“Do you know what it felt like?” he yelled. “Loving you and knowing I was never enough for you to say it back?”

“You were everything to me!” I cried. “And I was too much of a coward to admit it! Don’t you get it? You were it. You were it.”

Silence.

His chest rose and fell like he couldn’t breathe. I could feel the pain radiating off of him like heat, like it was mine too — because it was. It always had been.

“I don’t know what this is anymore,” he said finally, voice barely a whisper. “But I know I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second.”

And I broke. I broke in the way people do when they finally let go of pretending.

I took a step forward, shaky and small.

“I never stopped either.”

His eyes searched mine — wild, red-rimmed, desperate. Before I could say anything else, he grabbed my face like he was afraid I’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. And then he kissed me.

Rough. Unfiltered. All emotions and trembling hands.

It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t pretty — it was years of love and longing and pain crashing together in one breathless, heartbreaking moment. It was him pouring everything he couldn’t say into that kiss, and me drinking it in like it was the only thing that had ever tasted right.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged, voice shaking.

“Y/N… it was never her.”

I stared at him, lips still parted, eyes wide. My heart felt like it might shatter.

“I wasn’t happy,” he said, chest heaving. “Do you know how often we fought? She knew. She knew it was you. I didn’t have to say it — she saw it in everything I didn’t say.”

His voice cracked, and his hand dropped to my waist like he needed the anchor.

“I proposed because I don’t even fucking know — I thought maybe if I committed, it would stop hurting. I wanted to be done. I wanted to move on from you.”

His voice broke entirely, and he looked at me like he was begging me to understand.

“But I can’t. Not when you’re still here.”

My hands gripped his shirt, knuckles white.

“I’ve always been here, San,” I whispered. “You just stopped looking.”

His eyes slammed shut, and he let out a shaky breath, leaning into me like he needed to fall into something real. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him like I should’ve done ten years ago.

Because after all the pain, all the silence, all the almosts — he was still him.

And I was still his.

Even if we never said it before — our hearts had known all along.

We didn’t get it all back at once.

That first night, we didn’t make some big, sweeping promise. There were no dramatic declarations, no sudden fixes. Just the two of us sitting on my couch, knees touching, hearts still raw. His hand found mine, fingers lacing slowly, like he was asking, Can I still hold you like this?

And I let him.

He stayed the night — not in the way we used to dream about, but in the real way. We fell asleep fully clothed, tangled in old blankets, with the TV playing low and his head resting against my shoulder. It wasn’t romantic. It was comforting. Familiar.

The next morning, we talked. Really talked.

About what happened. About her. About the time we lost. About how love — the kind that sits quietly in the corners of your life — never truly leaves. He told me about the ring he never really wanted to buy. I told him about the nights I cried over the thought of him belonging to someone else.

We both apologized. For the silence. For the fear. For the decade of “maybe.”

And then, we tried again. But slowly.

We didn’t move in together right away. We went on actual dates — movies, museums, late-night drives where the windows were down and the world felt soft again. Sometimes, we argued. Sometimes, we cried. But every time, we chose each other.

This time, we said the things out loud.

Two years later, he proposed. Nothing big. Just him and me, sitting on my old porch swing, the one that creaked too much and leaned a little left.

He handed me a ring and said, “Let’s not waste another ten years.”

We got married in the fall. Nothing fancy. Just people who loved us, leaves turning gold, and vows that felt less like promises and more like truths we’d finally learned how to live.

It wasn’t perfect. Life never is. But it was ours.

And that made it everything.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Buffalo Springfield - Florida Field, University of Florida Gainesville, Florida, April 10, 1968

My infamous brother is over on the Dollar Bin blog, once again tearing mercilessly into a defenseless Stephen Stills solo LP — this time 1978's Thoroughfare Gap. How can an album with a song called "Can't Get No Booty" be that bad? I don't know.

But I do know that just a decade earlier, Stills was cruising at a high altitude, with Buffalo Springfield's tumultuous two-year existence coming rapidly to a close and the soothing harmonies of CSN right around a Laurel Canyon bend. Before splintering for good, the Springfield spent the spring of '68 touring all over the USA with the Beach Boys, playing enormous arenas and football fields.

We can hear them on the latter via a (new-to-me) soundboard recorded at the University of Florida Gainesville. Was a teenaged Tom Petty a face in the crowd, furiously taking notes? It seems likely that he was; almost thirty years later, he'd induct BS into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It's a short-but-sweet performance — curiously, there's no Neil Young lead vocal showcase ("Nowadays Neil Can't Even Sing"??!!). But Shakey and Stills get into some serious guitar action during the closing extended "Bluebird" jam, as the Springfield brings a little west coast magic to the Sunshine State. Then, they had to hightail it to Jacksonville for a late show. Those were different times!

I interviewed Richie Furay a few years back — here's what he had to say about those wild Beach Boys package tours:

"When we got together with the Beach Boys, that was a whole different world. Like, oh my gosh, what have they got going on here? Flying on private airplanes and on these big buses. Those guys were great, too. Of course, Brian wasn’t traveling with us. Bruce Johnston had taken his place. But Dennis, Carl, Mike and Al, they were wonderful guys. Dennis was just as crazy as you’d imagine. He was having fun. Life was good for Dennis Wilson, that’s all I can say. Carl was just one of the sweetest, gentlest guys. I think I knew him best out of all the band. We were all pretty young. To be able to be on that tour, was one of the most amazing things, because this was at the end of the Buffalo Springfield. The tour included the Box Tops, the Strawberry Alarm Clock, the Buffalo Springfield and the Beach Boys. They had two sound systems kind of leapfrogging each other. We were doing three concerts in three different towns on the same day. I never saw anything work so efficiently. We didn’t do that every day, but it was usually at least two concerts a day. We would be leaving the first place and the Beach Boys might not have even gone on yet. We’d be off to the next town. It was an eye-opener, something I’d never experienced before. We were driving around in cars before and now all of a sudden we’re flying from place to place."

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (00i) csn route: what makes him, him

WORD COUNT. 823

WARNINGS. fluff! san is just v san what can i say

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU SEE HIM. AND YOU KNOW HE SEES YOU TOO BY THE WAY HIS EYES WIDEN WHEN HE MEET YOURS.

All the contestants had packed the stage for the award ceremony. Ateez stood pretty far away from the crowds eyes, unintentionally shielding you from their vision.

None of them had spotted you until they were announced as the winners of the silver prize. Yeosang somehow saw your figure in the hoards of people, waving with excitement.

The seemingly innocent action also brought you into his view.

Choi San is currently freaking out, the image of your flawless smile etched deeply into his brain.

While thinking about you might be his favorite pastime, he really wishes that he could muster up the courage to go up to you and spill his heart right now.

Sadly, that won’t be happening. Even if he wasn’t so scared of the potential rejection, who says you would even agree to see him?

He lets himself fall on the couch with a dramatic sigh. Until suddenly, he hears the loud voice of his best friend. San doesn’t think much of it because Wooyoung has never been one to follow the rules of basic social etiquette.

“Yeah, San says he wants to talk to you.” He hears Wooyoung say as his voice gets closer.

Before he can even begin to decipher what that’s suppose to mean, San is greeted by you holding a small stuffed animal, and being pushed trough the door by Wooyoung.

He quickly rushes to his feet as you take a confused look around the dressing room.

“You didn’t have to push me. I would’ve come willingly.” You say with a small chuckle as he walks over to you.

San is about to open his mouth when he he’s interrupted by the voices of Seonghwa and Mingi yelling, “Good luck Sannie!” as they close the door.

A wave of both relief and embarrassment washes over the poor boy, who’s now blushing profusely.

You smile and give him a questioning look. “So what did you want to tell me?”

“Oh. I didn’t ask Wooyoung to go get you, he made that up.”

As your face facial expressions drop and disappointment spreads over your previously cheerful features, he realizes his mistake.

“Oh-”

“No no no, wait, I didn’t ask him to do anything but.. but I still want to tell you something.” He stutters.

You don’t say anything, only nodding for him to continue.

He takes a deep breath, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“Yn, I.. I like you. Scratch that actually, I.. I love you. Yes, I love you and I’m sorry that I lied to you. I can’t deny that I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time, but I promise that my feelings for you are real!”

The sheer amount of passion in his voice pleasantly shocks you. You’ve never had anyone speak to you with that amount of love.

“San, I—”

Before you can even start your sentence, he’s clinging to your waist, hugging you like this is the last time he’ll ever see you.

“You don’t have to say that you love me back, I understand, I promise but I— I just needed you to know how much you mean to me.” He breathes out.

You laugh at his words, quickly rubbing his shoulders. You feel them tense up at your reaction.

“If you had let me finish, you could’ve saved yourself that whole monologue.”

He pulls away to give you a confused look. You continue to hold him close.

“I feel the same way, San—"

Once again he cuts you off, this time by placing his lips on yours.

The action catches you off guard, but you’re quick to return the affection. It’s as if San tries to put all his emotions for you into the kiss. His warm hands find their way under your shirt while your own hands cling to the fabric of sleeves.

He chases your lips when you part from him as air runs out, much to both your dismay.

You smile each other, love writing in both of your looks.

“You sure have a thing for cutting me off, huh?”

He laughs shyly. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything. Eyeing the toy on the ground, you bend down to retrieve the stuffed animal you had dropped in your passionate exchange.

San whines at the momentary loss of contact.

“Here you go.” You hand it to him, returning to your position.

He stares at the cat plushie in his hands before breaking out into a big smile.

“I’m gonna name it Yn Junior.” He smirks, and you have to fight the urge to facepalm. You might shoot him a disappointed look, but you both know that you don’t mean it.

San might cut you off and name a cat doll after you but all those traits make him.. well, him— the milky way you’ve been searching for.

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[bwoahtastic]

need max and oscar being big scary guard dogs for lando. maybe there's been a customer coming into lando's bakery who's been flirting a little to much with lando which like is fine, he's a big boy, he can handle it that's unfortunately a by-product of customer service sometimes but then he spots the guy waiting across the road when he's closing up alone and that spooks him a little.

He calls oscar who walks down the block to come and walk lando home. For the next week one of them will make sure to walk lando to and from the bakery, even when he has to be in at 3am to start baking (lucky max is usually still up at that time playing games).

There's no sign of the guy again so after a week lando tell's them he'll be ok and he doesn't wanna keep making them go out of their way. Then a few days later the guy turns up again as a customer, maybe its a day where Charles is helping lando out and the guy walks in right as they give each other a little kiss and he just starts yelling at lando calling him a tease and a slut and other sorts of degrading things for "leading him on" and well Charles wont take that laying down so he starts yelling back at the guy which while lando appreciates his honour being defended isn't helping to de-escalate the situation.

Lando text's their group chat hoping one of max or oscar will be free telling them what happened and that charles might be about to get punched. Less than a minute later the two of them come bursting through the door max wearing a leather jacket covered in patches (made by oscar of course) and oscar is for once in a a short sleeve shirt that stretches very nicely across his muscles and shows off all his tattoo's.

The guy is trying to grab charles over the counter while Charles keeps yapping at him like its his job. Max growls like a feral animal which draws the guys attention away from Charles and Lando and oscar's just like "I think its time to leave mate." as he rests a hand on max's shoulder like a handler ready to release the attack dog.

the guy drops his hands after seeing max and oscar but can't help and throw out a parting remark about lando being run through as he slinks to the door.

Oscar huff's out a little laugh and takes his hand of max's shoulder "go on maxy."

Suddenly max is right up in the other guys personal space, pinning him in place without touching him. "I suggest you find a new cafe, I dare you to try setting foot in here just one more time, I dare you." He smiles at the man baring his teeth clicking the little bauble of his tongue piercing against his canines and he turns and walks towards Lando and Charles trusting that the man was already scrambling out the door.

Lando's slouched behind the front counter now with oscar's arm around his shoulder breath coming heavy but when max comes around to check on him he giggles a little delerious and says something like "if I wasn't recovering from a panic attack I would be jumping your bones that was so hot."

(i feel like i should just write something in this verse for realsies instead of living in your asks box lmao but I like it here)

Oh pls! Lando noticing the guy waiting outside the bakery and being smart enough to call Osc, who comes walking over from his shop down the street to walk Lando home with a protective arm around his shoulders. Pls normally max or Oscar will walk him to anx from work now, Max is still up when lando goes to work anyways skkssk(pls it's their little quiet bonding moment and Max is so excited when Lando reaches out to hold his hand on the short walk one day!!!)

Lando not seeing the guy again so assuming it's all okay now so he doesn't need Oscar and Max to walk him home again (they still do when they csn cos it's nice). Charlie coming to help one day and it's not too busy so there is enough room for some chaos and a few sweet kisses (Charlie gets paid in kisses that's the rule lol)

The guy showing up just as Lando kisses Charles for cleaning the front of house area and the guy starts yelling at them! Charles ofc won't back down easily and starts yelling back coa he wants to protect Lando! And Lando knows to text their gc cos he is afraid it won't exactly de-escalate this way...

Pls Max in a leather jacket and Osc in a tight shirt showing off his muscles and Osc holds Max back from instsntly jumping the guy who almost reached over the counter for Charles!

The guy still snapping smthn and Osc let's Max go then, going to Charles and lando himself as Max gets right up in the guys face making sure he knows to never ever come back here again!

Max turning and going from guard dog to golden retriever boyfriend tho, fussing over Lando and Charles and even Osc lol. And Lando just slinking into his arms murmuring he would jump him for how hot he is if he isnt coming down from his panic!

Pls i would love to read it if you write smthn for them but don't disappear from my inbox lmaooo

[ritzcuit]

i could barely sleep so had to think abt tormenting datz like literalmente. imagine its a night out theyre hanginnnn theyre with their friendssss at the rebel sympathizer club. and theres this newish guy but hes been around for a while now so theyre chill. and he gets dhurke a glass of Drink and datz jokingly takes a swig of it first bc he is a menace...

And its fineeee for a while but maybe an hour passes and oh!dead datz. Well not dead but he passes out somewhere. oops! dead datz. kidnapped datz. goodbye datz. he wakes up tied up somewhere abd hes likeWHAT THE GODDAMN ... he was in comfy clothes so he doesnt have any of his usual rebel bullshit with him...no choice but to sit and wait...and try to figure out what happened and where he is

and then inga comes in and datz realizes it was a mole situation. Fuckkk. BUT WHEN? HELLO? datz never has his spirits broken so hes fine and mocks inga to his dumb beard face but inga sneers like oh its fine. we dont need your info anyway. we just wanted to give ya front row seats .. and datz is liek wtf are you talkin about. and ingas like. We got your mannnnnnn 🤪

datz runs cold then, smile knocked right off his face, like, what?! and ingas like yup we finally poached that annoying dragon!! we're gonna parade his corpse around the kingdom tomorrow and youre gonna watch!! Smiles. And leaves to go do inga bullshit. and datz is like ... ... ...W well thats. thats not true. Haha. Surely. Pfft. does he think im stupid?

but then thinking back... he realizes that wine mustve been poisoned, and even though datz did drink it before dhurke did, it was slow acting, so dhurke drank it too...but datz passed out first. which means he really doesnt have a clue if dburke is okay.

So its just him in this dinky room waiting the hours away...its not at all his first time with the secret police so even though he gets roughed up a bit when they come in, insisting dhurkes dead so he should give up and spill everything, he doesnt give in at all...the more they say hes dead, the less he believes it. still in the silence between those interrogations, doubt crawls in. because. like. what if he really...?

and they said oh we'll show you, we're parading it around town. you wanna see it? the corpse of your disgraced leader? thatll crush those delusions of revolution alright...! grabbing datz by the arms and hoisting him up and leading him all bruised and sore and hungover, out of that room... and datz thinks. surely he isnt dead. he cant be. but then where are they takin me?? they cant have a parade of nothing. so, do they have somethin' to show? ...is dhurke really...?!

but its not datzs first time. so in a split moment where the hold on his arm falters, he bucks and headbutts, frees himself, and runs off. escape king! slippery guy! he refuses to be led out by their design. he'll find the truth for himself! cackling mad and uh, panicking. and still tied up. he runs into the streets and escapes..

..there's no parading.

oh and then he gets grabbed into an alley with a hand over his mouth and hes like?!?! SCREAM only to get hushed- datz!! shut up do you want us to get killed!!! and it's, not dhurke but it is a rebel, like a friend, like someone he knows and trusts, and theyre like where did you go man?! dhurkes been freaking out all day! and... datz had been telling himself that dhurke was fine, no way he was actually hurt, but actually hearing that he's *fine* ... god he could drop dead of relief right then and there. but he cant. obviously. he has to see him!! he grabs the other dragon like where is- where's dhurke?!

that alley has its own manhole, so its not hard to return back to the dragons hq. theres plenty of other safehouses but dhurke's here, furiously texting (burner phone) to anyone he csn get his hands on, trying to find any trace of his right hand man that disappeared so suddenly ... only to look up and see a very familiar head popping out of the ground Yayyy

and dhurkes like Datz! and datz is like Me :D!! but inside his heart is singing, bc he knew it, he knew it!! dhurke couldnt get taken down so easily!! he nearly leaps into dhurkes arms, if not for The Bruises, and the rebel hes with explains how they found datz .. running through the streets like a madman (as always) and datz explains it. yup secret police. that one guys a mole Can we kill him. BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY DHURKE ARE YOU..??? Bc the poisoning!! And!!

dhurke scratches his cheek like oh yeah i conked out. i slept like a rock. i should have known i wouldnt sleep that good unless something fishy wad going on. Did yousay they killed me

And datz is like, cackling and joking like always ... he spent all this time thinkin dhurke was dead but he was just a sleepy bear!! haha!! dhurke asks the other rebel to leave and spread word that datz is safe, though he'll be putting out his own message too. smiled. and once theyre alone datz stays silly ... but yuppp dhurke holds him close and checks over the bruises and most importantly makes sure hes Alright Emotionally. hello!!

Bc dhurkes already been through mock execution so he has no doubt they would have staged his own funeral just for the sake of crushing datzs spirit... they need 50cc of Holding gentle on a couch and also painkillers and also water

[adri2-brgr]

The Altamont Festival : the day the hippie era died

Hey everyone, I hope you're all doing well despite all of the exams. For this week's post, I wanted to share a story I recently came across : the Altamont Free Concert (or Altamont Festival).

So, what exactly was the Altamont Free Concert ?

It was a festival originally created by the Rolling Stones in 1969. Their goal was for it to rival the Woodstock festival, which was already hailed as one of the greatest and most important rock festivals of the time. The particularity of the Altamont Free Concert was that, well, it was free (shocking I know). This was done in order to respond to the critics about their albums being overpriced.

As you can see on the poster, some rather big names were scheduled to play : Santana, the Grateful Dead, CSN&Y and of course the main event, the Rolling Stones themselves, to name a few. This impressive lineup seemed to prove quite promising, as around 300.000 people were reported to have attended the concert. The problem, however, came from the security of the event. The people to ensure that the festival went along without any hiccups hired weren't trained staff, far from it, as security was assured by non other that the infamous Hell's Angels.

The Hell's Angels were (and still are) a gang of bikers that were reputed for their violent tendencies. Second indicator of the mayhem to come, they weren't paid with money but with free beer. Now, I'll give you some time to think about why giving a role of authority to a gang of drunk bikers known for being really short tempered people who aren't afraid to pick a fight with anyone. If you figured that it was the perfect recipe for a disaster, then congratulations for having more foresight than the organisators of Altamont.

As it was to be expected, while the festival seemed to begin just fine, after Santana's performance things seemed to go downhill very quickly. The crowd began to become more and more riled up, and the increasingly drunk Hell's Angels did nothing to quell their excitation, being all too eager to beat people up. Cars were stolen, drugs were taken and fights broke out left and right with the performers and organisers being none the wiser. Tragedy struck during the Rolling Stones' performance, as during their third song a man by the name of Meredith Hunter was stabbed to death by one of the bikers.

Moreover, three more deaths are to note : two people were run over in their sleeping bags by a driver under the infuence of various drugs and a man drowned in a nearby canal.

Even today, this festival holds a lot of infamy for being one of the prime exemples of an event going completely haywire. It is considered by many as the final nail in the coffin of the hippie ''peace and love'' era.

For the sake of brevity I omitted a lot of details, but if you're interested two documentaries exist about this particular event, one from 1970 (''Gimme Shelter'') and a more recent one, who came out around 2020 (''Days of Rage: the Rolling Stones' Road to Altamont'').

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Jomike 

why Jojo was raised by nuns👨‍👩‍👦🚫

-Mike-

Jojo had gone to say hi to the nuns after selling. He’d given me a quick hug (and a discreet kiss) and bounced off to go talk to them. He’d been in a really good mood when he left so i wasn’t expecting him to be crying when he came back. 

Bur he was. He was practically sobbing by the time he buried his face into my pillow. 

I tentatively rubbed his back 

“Joey? are you okay?” I asked, not sure what to do. Id only ever seen him cry when he was extremely overtired or scared. He shook his head and i kissed his hair

“csn you tell me?” I murmured. He inhaled shakily

“th-they- didn’t-“ He managed between sobs “what did i do?” he said, his voice rising in volume and pitch.

“honey- oh honeys-“ I said, pulling him up and into my lap. He made a very distressed sound and hid his face in my chest, still sobbing. I slipped my hand under his shirt and rubbed his back gently. He was shaking like a leaf as he sobbed into me. I squeezed him

“Joey, honey, baby, what’s wrong mahal ko? (my love)” I said, kissing his hair. He sniffed and peeked up at me,tears staining his adorable face. I kissed his hair lightly, nuzzling it. He always had very soft hair. He was sobbing still

“Joey what’s wrong?” I tried again. He. Wiped off his face (unsuccessfully) with the heel so his hand, sniffling

“i-I wa-was t-talkin t-to the n-nuns-“ he managed to say shakily, still crying. I nodded, kissing his forehead gently 

“A-an’ they’s t-telling m-me-“ he said, sounding more and more choked up “th- tha’ t-th-the reason theys had me-“ he choked out, shaking more violently now. I winced internally, kissing his forehead. I thought I knew where this was going. I’d always had a suspicion it was why Jojo was raised by the nuns.

“Th-they-“ Jojo choked out “m-my par-parents-“ he whimpered loudly and buried his face in my chest “they didn’t want me!” He sobbed, clinging tightly to my chest. I squeezed him, still rubbing his back

“Hey, hey, mahal ko? (my love)” i murmured in his ear “just breathe, in and out, okay baby?” He tried, inhaling shakily. His exhale just turned into another sob. Oh god i hated seeing him cry.

“Wh-why didn’t they want me Mike?” jojo sobbed, still clinging to me, I released him momentarily to pull a blanket around him. He pulled the blanket around himself tightly,still sobbing as he kept his face buried into me.

“Maybe they couldn’t take care of you” I murmured, rubbing his back “and they didn’t want you to starve so they gave you to the nuns so you’d have a much better chance of surviving?” I murmured, Mainly trying to get him to calm down. 

I don’t even think he heard me. He sobbed into my chest

“M-Mikey wha-what did I d-do?” He cried, shaking “why didn’t they want m-me?” He whimpered, squeezing me. I gathered all of my small, shaking, sobbing, blanket-wrapped boyfriend into my arms and pried him off me. He looked at me with a betrayed looke in his eyes. i kissed his nose

“Joey, Sinta (cherished one) you didn’t do anything” I said to him, onw hand on either if his cheeks, making him look at me through his tears. He opened his mouth to protest and I cut him off with a kiss

“Just listen for a moment, okay? I’m not trying to shut you up I promise, you have a right to be upset” I said, kissing his forehead “but maybe they couldn’t take care of you? and they didn’t want you to starve so they gave you to the nuns so you’d have a much better chance of surviving?” I tried, kissing his forehead. He shrugged, sniffling as he cried. He was a bit calmer now. I smiled, wiping off his tearstained cheeks

“S still a shitty thing to do” he mumbled, looking down at his lap. I nodded, kissing him

“I know it is Joey” I said, kissing him. I winced at the thought of how i would’ve given anything as a younger kid to have been raised by the church. I mean I knew they weren’t the best but helll it would’ve been better then my mom. I figured it wouldn’t be a good thing to say to him right now though, so I wrapped him in a blanket and held him against my chest as he cried himself out. I gently pet his hair as I whispered sweet names to him

 “Joey, Sinta (cherished one), Baby, Irog (sweetheart), it’s okay you didn’t do anything” I said, kissing his temple. He looked up at me, he’d almost completely stopped crying now.

“you promise?” He said, giving me doe eyes. I nodded.

“Yes Giliw (my joy/happiness), you didn’t do anything” I murmured to him, kissing his nose gently. He gave me a small, shaky smile. I grinned at him, hugging him tightly against my chest

“Its okay baby, I know it sucks and I know you’re upset,” I said softly to him, rubbing his back “but it’s okay,” I said, kissing him gently. HE nodded shakily

“O-Okay-”

 “BEsides, they missed out on an amazing son” I said, kissing his lips softly. He shrugged and kissed my chest lightly as he rested his head on it.

“They did! JOey you’re fucking amazing!” I said, squeezing him tightly “You’re cute and handsome and sweet and nice and adorable and *diyos* (god) you’re perfect, Joey.” I said, kissing him all over “And I don’t know why they left you with the nuns, but they missed out big-time. They missed out on my boyfriend who is an amazing guy, I mean just look at him he’s perfect! *diyos* (god) I love him so much. I know you dont think it right now but *diyos* (god) he’s *amazing!* ” He peeked up at me, he looked like he was gonna cry

“You promise?” HE said. I nodded

“Yes I promise!” I said happily, kissing him. I felt a bit of wetness in his eyes as i kissed him “hey, hey, dont cry Giliw (my joy/happiness), its okay,its okay!” I said, kissing him. He nodded

“S- s happy cryin” HE said, clinging to me happily. I grinned down at him, ruffling his hair. He let out an indignant squeak, huffing dramatically. I giggled and kissed him again

“I love you mahal ko (my love)” I said, ruffling his hair more. He squeaked again and buried his face into me

“I love you too amor” He said, his voice muffled against my chest “and thank you” He added, peeking up to kiss my freckle. I felt myself flush red and hit my face in his neck. He giggled and squealed happily as I covered his face in kisses. He giggled as he cuddled into me, kissing my lips. I grinned down at him

“Better?” “Much” HE said happily

“Good” I hummed, kissing his lips “I love you Irog (sweetheart)” I ruffled his hair and kissed his face. 

“I love you too MIkey!” He squealed happily, snuggling into me.

[memorieswillneverdie]

uhm hello 🙂‍↕️

im fellow magnifico defender and ive been having a blast reading your blog!! your artworks are (wait for it) magnificent and your posts and reblogs always hit the mark for me 🤲🏻

so, if its not too much trouble, csn i ask what are your fav headcanons for Magnie? and if you ship him with someone, who would that be?

Hi! 👋🏼 I'm glad that someone else found some peace in my corner! Your caring really cheers me up!

Thanks for asking, I'd really love to share some headcanons about our cinnamon roll (I really like this nickname for him, it sounds delicious and creamy!)

So, where do I start...? Ah-ha!

I will start with the first one:

✧• His Zodiac. According to the behaviors I saw from him (and the similarities that exist between me and him), he has the zodiac of Aries (same about Melody) and his birthday is around the beginning of April (you consider the tenth) BUT, but his horoscope is Leo, what most of you guessed and it really reflects his personality. He has the awe and power of a lion.

✧• His originality. Magnifico is a kind of hybrid. His mother, Rosa, is Spanish, and his father, Arnold, is of Scandinavian origin (almost Norworigin). The fiery spirit—and the Viking in him—is just like his father's, as well as their appearance. While his mother is calmer, more compact (but she can also be more fiery than them!) And his father used to tell him stories about his ancestors and was very proud of his origins.

✧• This one is a bit trivial but I like it. His hair is actually a bit wavy-curly, just like his mother's. But because he uses a lot of magical softening solutions, its material has become smoother and silkier.

✧• Another trivial but obvious thing, he is a cat person. Even some of his behaviors are like one (and maybe because he can turn into a cat lately- thanks to Melody)

✧• Maybe someone else mentioned this one before, but I also like it and keep it in my favorites. He is a foodie guy with high metabolism, and he has a sweet tooth– It should be noted that caffeine and sweets do not have such a positive effect on him.

✧• While he has a slightly stubborn, arbitrary and defiant personality towards anyone who doesn't know him properly (which is due to his traumas in my opinion), he lets his guard down in front of the person/people who understand him well and sympathize with him. He opens the gates of his heart to that person in hopes of understanding his decisions and intentions more, but well, most of the time he just gets stabbed right in the heart because they get a wrong impression of him. That's why he is more careful and withdrawn than ever.

✧• What all of Magnifico's defenders and even others know now is that he has PDSD. It's not something new, but it's VERY IMPORTANT because it's a basic foundation in his personality and some special behaviors, that's why he is paranoid and cautious in making decisions. I thought he might have OCD, but I found these symptoms mostly in Melody (as well as DID for her)

✧• I think this big guy knows a little bit of ballet (I mean, look at his shoes and the bandages wrapped around his legs, aren't they familiar?) And this seems to have been taught to him by Amaya (because the ballet dancer at the beginning of the movie is Amaya) and it makes sense if we put these together. So I come to the conclusion that he has a very flexible body ✧.*

✧• In addition to the dignity and awe of a king with iron fists, he behaves more like a quirky princess in his solitude. He acts a bit dramatic and sings to himself songs with irrelevant rhymes– especially if he wants to vent his feelings (he is not a professional musician, so you should not expect a masterpiece from him)

✧• He's still a little kid who has a replica of his own kingdom and plays with his wooden citizens, but only when no one is around. This human is very fond of glittery things, you can find some in his clothes and cape.

I think that's enough for now because the rest will be written in my story - I don't want to spoil his whole character here.

And about shipping him with someone.. Yes, I ship him with my OC, Melody. (Maybe they have a ship name like Magnelody or something, It's easy and fluent to say it.)

Although, I know some people's interest was slightly dampened when I decided that Melody was no longer Magnifico's daughter and I completely changed the story when I started writing it, because I already had another story with a character with the same name and character, then I decided to link them together. The cups were swapped at the last moment!

There are also headcanons for both of them together, if you want, I can tell it in a separate post.

[qiangweirosa]

late nights

" Artem receives an uncharacteristic text from Vyn on a late night. Feelings ensue.

or, vyntem drunken confessions fic i guess "

relationships: artem/vyn, background marius/luke/rosa, rosa & artem tws: alcohol, some angst wc: 4009 extra: my longest fic to date! + not beta'd, please ignore any inconsistencies

read on ao3!

Artem should have been in bed by now. He had been working late, and perhaps if he hadn’t, this never would’ve happened. 

Or maybe it would have either way. He knew Vyn’s messages had a way to catch his attention no matter what the time was. 

Either way, when his phone vibrated and lit up with a notification, Artem absentmindedly glanced at it. He told himself he’d check it out later, until it chimed again with more notifications. 

His eyebrow raised. Why was Vyn messaging him so late?

A quick raise of his eyes informed him that it was past two in the morning. He frowned. Was Vyn in some sort of trouble? Why else would he message the senior attorney at all, and especially this late?

He grabbed his phone and opened the messaging app. Artem was greeted with several messages, lacking Vyn’s usual formal and precise typing. Instead, his texts were littered with typos, improper punctuation, and contents that made Artem’s eyes widen. 

And his heart beat faster, although he’d never admit it.

From Vyn, 2:03am: Artem

From Vyn, 2:03am: Artem…

From Vyn, 2:04am: Yuore so incredibly annoynig, yoy know

From Vyn, 2:04am: Uts so ynfair 

From Vyn, 2:05am: How csn you be si handsome yet so annoying

…

From Artem, 2:06am: …Are you drunk, Vyn?

Artem stared at his phone in disbelief. Vyn wasn’t the type to get drunk ever, or to even drink alcohol, if he didn’t need to. Let alone to message Artem saying such… things. 

He didn’t notice he had been in a daze until his phone chimed again with a new message. 

From Vyn, 2:06am: Im not durnk

Right. Of course. 

From Artem, 2:07am: Go to bed, Vyn. It’s late anyway. 

The response was almost immediate. 

From Vyn, 2:07am: No

From Vyn, 2:07am: Youre not here

Artem ignored the way his face heated up as he read the message. 

He let out a sigh as he shook his head. Perhaps if he tried long enough, he would manage to convince Vyn to go to sleep. 

From Artem, 2:08am: We have a meeting tomorrow anyway, we’ll see each other then. 

From Artem, 2:08am: Just go to sleep. 

Once again, the response was almost instantaneous (was Vyn actively waiting for them?).

From Vyn, 2:08am: In ttoo long 

Another sigh left Artem’s lips. Why was he so stubborn? Vyn had always been stubborn, but it had been working the bounds of reason, and he never went too far in his stubbornness. So why now?

Sometime during his thinking, Artem had closed his work computer and folders, and gotten up. At least he was still relatively dressed; he grabbed his keys and headed outside.

He had forgotten he had left Vyn on seen until his phone chimed again as he walked to his building’s parking. 

From Vyn, 2:11am: Artem

He stopped in his tracks momentarily to respond. 

From Artem, 2:11am: Yes?

…

No response. 

He shrugged and shoved his phone inside his pocket, walking - albeit a bit faster, no, not out of concern or anything, of course not - to his car and getting into the driver seat. 

He saw his phone light up a few times from its place on the center console, but Artem was a responsible man, he didn’t use his phone at all when driving. He was going to see Vyn anyway; there shouldn’t be any harm in checking once he’d arrived. 

Artem drove as fast as the speed limit allowed, not wanting to arrive too late in case Vyn had gotten injured or worse. 

A little voice in the back of his mind also wishes to see him as soon as possible. 

Soon enough, Artem could see Vyn’s house appear and get closer. He parked in his usual spot in the street, right next to the entrance (Marius and Luke both had complained about having to park further from the house - Artem had told them to simply arrive earlier.).

Once he was right in front of the door, Artem pulled his phone out to text Vyn to open the door. He still tried to open the door first; unsurprisingly, the door was locked. Vyn may have been acting weird, but he wasn’t one to compromise his oh so important safety and privacy. 

He was greeted with several messages he hadn’t yet seen, as he had been driving when Vyn sent them. 

From Vyn, 2:14am: Are you askeep

From Vyn, 2:14am: You probabbly are 

From Vyn, 2:15am: I hate you somych

From Vyn, 2:15am: Artem

From Vyn, 2:15am: Even justy our name infuruiates me

From Vyn, 2:16am: Such  a perfect name

From Vyn, 2:16am: For osmoene like you

From Vyn, 2:16am: I gues sit kinda fits

A sigh left Artem’s lips. He really needed to get Vyn to bed, lest the Svartian man say something he’d most definitely regret tomorrow.

He would probably regret what he already said, but still. Artem wanted to do some damage control.

From Artem, 2:17am: Can you come open the door?

His message was left on seen, and a few minutes later he heard the door being unlocked. Artem’s eyes widened as he saw Vyn behind the doorway, his heartbeat unwillingly accelerating at the sight. Vyn was wearing one of his night robes, loosely tied around his waist. One of the sleeves was sliding off from his shoulder, revealing not only the aforementioned shoulder, but also his collarbones and his oh so alluring chest- Artem snapped his eyes back up. However, that didn’t help his case; somehow, the sight of Vyn’s face made his heart beat even faster. His hair was uncharacteristically messy and tangled, his face was flushed a light red color, coloring his cheeks in a way that Artem found probably more attractive than he should. Vyn’s eyes were glazed over, his glasses were crooked, and he leaned on the door for support.

After a murmur of his name from Vyn, Artem realized he’d been staring, and stepped inside after clearing his throat. He made sure the door was locked, before taking one of Vyn’s arms and wrapping it around his shoulder. His own arm wrapped around Vyn’s waist, supporting the pale man up. Vyn immediately leant into Artem, putting his weight on him and letting himself be led.

Thankfully, Artem already knew the way to Vyn’s room - after all, the NXX team had met up here every so often for meetings, and Vyn’s house was as organized as he was -, so the walk there wasn’t that long. 

Although a part of him deep inside his heart did wish it was longer, when he finally let go of Vyn’s waist and had him sit in his bed.

Vyn held onto Artem still, his grip strong despite his intoxicated state. Artem tugged his arm away a few times, to no avail as Vyn still wouldn’t let go. 

He eventually gave in with a sigh, and proceeded to help Vyn get under the covers to the best of his ability. Once that was done, Artem spoke up in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the silence that had settled between them. 

“I’m going to bring you a cup of water.”

Only then did Vyn, although reluctantly, let go of Artem’s sleeve, allowing the senior attorney to walk to the kitchen and fill a cup with water to bring it to him. 

When Artem walked back into the room, he saw Vyn staring intensely at the door through half lidded eyes, his gaze lighting up as soon as Artem walked into the room. 

Artem found it odd. Vyn usually had such a strong hold on his emotions, he never let anything past his facade that he didn’t want others to see. And he had a feeling Vyn definitely wouldn’t have wanted him to see this. 

Nonetheless, he walked back to the bed and sat next to Vyn, placing the glass on his bedside table to help the pale man sit up comfortably. He then held the glass to Vyn’s mouth and helped him drink it, and Artem had to consciously stop himself from becoming all but too aware of Vyn’s soft-looking lips so close to his hand. 

Some of the water dripped down Vyn’s chin, prompting Artem to take one of the tissues on the bedside table and wipe it. He placed the now empty glass back down and gently wiped the water on Vyn’s chin, neck, and he paused at his collarbone, wondering if he should keep going. 

His face felt hot as he quickly wiped the few water drops on Vyn’s chest, soon looking away and clearing his throat to clear some of the embarrassment. 

“Alright… You should get some sleep now. I’ll get going then.”

Artem moved to stand up and leave, only to be stopped by his wrist being held. He turned his face to look at Vyn, his eyes slightly wider in surprise. 

Vyn stared at him with such longing in his eyes that Artem couldn’t help but blush, his mouth parted to whisper:

“Can’t you stay?”

——

Artem had been lucky to have a day off the following day. 

His eyes fluttered open later than he usually woke up at; it must’ve been around 9 in the morning. 

And yet, at such an early hour of the morning, he felt as if he’d been attacked by the view in front of him: Vyn was laying on Artem’s chest, his arms resting a bit higher. His eyes were shut, showing off even further his long lashes, and god Artem could’ve sworn that he looked just angelic. 

Artem couldn’t move. His heart was beating unnaturally fast, and he didn’t want to wake up Vyn either way. 

(God knows that waking up Vyn earlier than he’d like could result in terrible consequences. 

And Artem didn’t exactly want this moment to end.)

He closed his eyes again. It couldn’t hurt to get some more sleep, he supposed. 

He stirred awake again two hours later, when Vyn himself woke up. He stretched and blinked at Artem a few times, still evidently processing the situation through his hungover and sleep clouded mind. 

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, glaring at Artem. 

“What are you doing here?”

His words were spoken slowly, the anger behind them quite obvious. 

“You didn’t let me go home.”

Vyn’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his position, straddling Artem’s waist. He quickly moved off, sitting on the bed and allowing Artem to sit up. 

“What are you even talking about?”

Artem stayed quiet a few moments, trying to figure out how to answer. Seems Vyn didn’t remember what happened last night. How was he even supposed to recount that?

“You messaged me while you were inebriated. You wouldn’t go to sleep, so I came here to do that. And then you asked me to stay.”

“And you did?” 

“Am I not here right now?”

Vyn sighed, his hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“Whatever… Just go. Get out of my house.”

Artem moved out of the bed, stretching his limbs as he did so. He could feel Vyn’s glare on his back as he moved, quickly getting out of the house. Once he was in his car, he noticed how disheveled he looked. Grabbing his phone to check the time, he also noticed he wouldn’t have the time to go back to his apartment and change, then come back for the meeting. With a sigh, Artem settled on just waiting in his car, and trying to fix his appearance as much as he could. 

Vyn grasped his head and walked to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. 

“God, I have such a headache…”

——

It had been about three weeks since Artem half willingly spent the night at Vyn’s house. 

He wished he could say it hadn’t been that important, but unfortunately it plagued his mind ever since. 

He still remembered Marius’ comment that same day, wondering why Artem looked so unusually disheveled, and even making a joke about him having had “fun activities before coming here”. Needless to say, Artem couldn’t wait for that meeting to finish. 

But every night since, Artem would glance at his phone, and some part of him wished that Vyn would message him like he did that day. Of course, it hadn’t happened yet, which maybe was for the best, and-

“What’s up with you recently?”

Artem was brought out of his daze by Rosa’s voice, his work partner placing the documents in her arms on his desk. He blinked at her. 

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been spacing out a lot, and you always seem to have something on your mind?” She paused. “Did something happen?”

Artem sighed in thought. Perhaps it would be a good idea to tell someone about it? Besides, Rosa was relatively trustworthy - relatively, because she was dating Luke and Marius, who definitely weren’t -, and she probably would give good advice. 

“It’s.. a bit of a long story. Something happened between Vyn and I, and it's been on my mind ever since.” 

He could see her stifle back a laugh at his words, before she coughed and recomposed herself. She took a seat next to Artem on his office couch, nodding to prompt him to continue. 

And so he told her what happened - omitting, of course, the strange feelings seeing Vyn like that caused in him. 

Rosa seemed deep in thought as he finished recounting the events of that night. 

“Have you considered that Vyn likes you?”

“…What?”

His eyes widened as he looked at her in disbelief. She gave a laugh at his reaction, before elaborating. 

“I mean, I’d say those messages are pretty telling by themselves, but considering the way he acted too? That seems like the only logical option to me.”

Artem stared at her in silence, before shaking his head no. 

“No. There’s no way. It’s Vyn we’re talking about, Rosa.”

She raised her eyebrow and sighed. 

“If you don’t believe me, so be it. But that’s the only explanation I see.”

She shrugged. The two of them soon went back to their work, the previous conversation topic forgotten. 

Once they were done and ready to head out, Artem turned to ask her. 

“Should I come pick you up for tonight?”

Rosa gave a bright grin as she answered. 

“No, there’s no need. Marius is picking Luke and I up, so you only need to drive Vyn.”

He nodded, and they went their separate ways. Him and Rosa had been invited on behalf of Themis Law Firm to a formal event, and the other members of the NXX ended up revealing their own invitations afterwards (how did this keep happening?). So they would all be meeting up at the event. 

Artem headed to the underground parking and got into his car. He first drove to his apartment to get dressed and fix his hair to look more appropriate for an event. One side of his hair was pinned back, and he put on one of his better quality suits. 

Once he was dressed, he headed back to his car and typed a quick message to let Vyn know he would be on his way, before turning the car on and starting to drive towards the Svartian’s house. 

He couldn’t help the way his face flushed as he came closer to the house, memories of that night flooding his brain again. He shook his head to try and stop thinking about them. 

Thankfully, Vyn was standing on the porch of his house, immediately walking up to Artem’s car as it stopped and getting in the passenger seat. He didn’t seem to enjoy having to be driven by Artem, but he had to go along with it either way. 

The drive to the venue was mostly quiet, only a few words shared between the two men. They went their separate ways almost immediately after arriving. 

Artem found Rosa, Luke and Marius soon enough, and after a short time spent with them as well, it seemed he would spend the majority of the evening on his own. He didn’t necessarily mind, and either way, guests soon started coming up to him themselves. 

He spent the evening exchanging with people who wanted connections with Themis Law Firm, and specifically with this one woman who seemed to follow him around, from how many times they’d bumped into each other. 

She was... very touchy with him. More than he liked. He had told her to stop touching him quite a few times, yet she kept doing it, which was slowly getting on his nerves, if he were to be honest. 

Artem didn’t see Vyn at all the entire night, almost as if Vyn was avoiding him. It saddened him, for some reason. 

The woman was still standing near him, rambling off about whatever. Artem usually tried to pay attention to whatever was being told to him, but this woman had been talking to him for so long, he had stopped listening a while ago. He just hoped for this event to come to an end soon. 

After what felt like an eternity, Rosa walked up to him, followed by the other men of the team, to tell him they would be taking their leave. He bid farewell to the woman, and left the venue as quickly as possible. 

Once they were out and ready to go their separate ways, he noticed the way Vyn was holding onto Luke to stand. Marius sent him a quip, but he didn’t listen, his gaze trained on Vyn. 

They had a short talk before Vyn started holding onto Artem and they walked to his car, waving goodbye to the other three. 

Vyn was stumbling, his face was flushed and most of all, he smelled of alcohol; it didn’t take a genius to figure out Vyn had drunk quite a large amount of alcohol. 

Artem sighed as he helped Vyn get into the passenger seat again. If the ride to the venue was quiet, the ride back was even quieter. Vyn seemed upset, or rather angry, and kept glaring at Artem. Although he was focusing on the road, Artem kept sending concerned glances at Vyn. 

Perhaps not only concerned, as Vyn did look even more beautiful than usual. Not that Artem typically thought about his beauty, of course. It was simply an objective fact. Obviously. 

As Artem drove into Vyn’s neighborhood, he noticed the man beside him shift ever so slightly, most likely only moving to be more comfortable. He parked into his usual spot, getting out of the car and circling around it to open the passenger door. 

Vyn stumbled out of the car, Artem rushing to hold him up. He wrapped an arm around his waist, and reached to place Vyn’s arm around his own shoulders. 

His touch felt burning. But Artem couldn’t deny how much he had craved it. 

They stumbled together to the door, Artem muttering an apology before reaching into Vyn’s pockets to grab the keys to the house. He had seen before Vyn open the front door, so he had a subtle idea of which key was the one. Once he had opened the door, he walked inside, Vyn still clinging onto him. 

He made sure to first place Vyn onto the closest couch, taking care to lay him down comfortably, before walking back to the front door and closing it. As he turned back to face Vyn, he saw the younger man trying to sit up and reach for Artem, incoherent words spilling out of his lips. 

Artem frowned in concern. He made his way to Vyn, checking for his temperature first. It was higher than it should be, especially considering Vyn’s usual cold body temperature, but he blamed it on the alcohol for now. If it kept up, Vyn would surely be able to take care of himself. 

Vyn was… lighter than he had imagined. As Artem carried him in his arms, the Svartian curled into him, his face buried in Artem’s neck and deeply inhaling his scent. Artem’s face was most likely a deep red by now, trying to ignore Vyn’s oddly affectionate touches as he carried him to his room. 

For the second time, Artem made sure that Vyn was in bed, and brought him a glass of water, preparing to leave. 

And for the second time, Vyn asked him to stay. 

And perhaps, when Vyn glared at Artem while laying on his chest, muttering insults at him, Artem couldn’t deny how fast his heart was beating. 

So much so that he found himself barely paying attention to what Vyn was saying, too focused on his face. 

“And I can’t believe you’re so oblivious that you can’t even tell I like you.”

Artem’s heart skipped a beat. 

His eyes widened, and his mouth opened with a gasp. Had he heard him right? No. There was no way. Besides, Vyn was drunk. He wasn’t thinking clearly. 

Still, some part of Artem’s mind wished he was telling the truth. 

“…What??”

“Did you not hear me? I like you, you absolutely exasperating idiot.”

…Vyn was speaking oddly clearly for a drunk man. Artem cleared his throat, looking away. He was sure that his face reflected his flustered state, as much as he tried to cover it. 

This would be a problem for when Vyn wasn’t drunk. 

…

This time, Vyn hadn’t kicked Artem out immediately. He had half-heartedly thanked Artem for taking care of him - in his own way, of course -, and insisted on treating him for breakfast, at the very least. 

Artem was stiff. His mind replayed the events of the last night on loop, not wanting to leave him alone. He tried his best to keep his gaze off Vyn, yet he still found himself staring more than once. Each and every time, he forced himself to look away, a blush creeping up his neck. 

Vyn must have noticed - of course he did, that’s his job -, because he eventually turned back to Artem, glaring at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“What is it?”

A beat passed. They stared at each other, Artem debating whether or not to say it. 

“You confessed to me last night.”

Another beat. Vyn swiveled around quickly, and if Artem looked closely, he could swear there was a touch of red blossoming on the Svartian’s neck. He heard him sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back at Artem. 

“I hadn’t expected to tell you so soon… Or ever, as a matter of fact.”

Vyn fully turned, his usual gaze shining with only the tiniest bit of vulnerability. Really, Artem couldn’t have noticed it unless he knew what Vyn’s look was like, and-

Oh. 

Oh. 

Perhaps now wasn’t exactly the time to be realizing how much Vyn made his heart flutter, how much he craved and longed for him. Or maybe it was. After all, Vyn was confessing to him. 

“I do have feelings for you. I’m not expecting you to reciprocate, so let’s stop talking about this.”

Vyn was about to turn back around when Artem spoke up. 

“What if… I do reciprocate?”

He froze in his steps. 

“I beg your pardon?”

Artem found himself at a loss for words. How was he to explain what he was feeling to Vyn when he had realized exactly 30 seconds ago and couldn’t understand what he felt anyway?

“I… I’m not entirely sure yet, but I believe I may have… feelings… for you as well.”

His words were slow, and Artem was sure his face was a bright red by now. Vyn scoffed. 

“You believe? Goodness, Artem… What am I going to do with you.”

Despite his words, when Artem snuck a glance at Vyn through his embarrassment, he could see a fond smile on the man’s face. He gave a smile of his own, watching Vyn step closer to him. 

As their lips pressed together, Artem realized that perhaps Rosa had been right. 

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (000) ASK THEM ANYTHING part 1

💌 ZERO SAYS. i can’t believe that we passed the 30 chapter mark!! thank you to everyone to participated (& for +500 notes), i’ve always wanted to this and it was a lot of fun! i didn’t get as many questions as i wanted but i’m still grateful regardless <3 you can find part 2 here!

❪ # i ❫ : Do you think water is wet? ━━ to smg & jwy

from @seonghwaddict

MINGI : No it’s not… I don’t think it is— maybe it is… huh? I don’t know, I’m impartial

WOOYOUNG : I can make it wet *winks*

❪ # ii ❫ : miss u stinkaboo love youuuu this is taegyu papa trusttttit how u doing love? ━━ to yn

from @tocupid

YN : Alright who payed you huh??? (in case this is real, I’m great now I’m talking to you haha! i miss you too <3)

fatou’s note : Embarrassingly down bad

❪ # iii ❫ : how would you guys react if you are in date with dearest yn but there is someone following you guys, u thought it would be dispatch but it's the other simps? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from anon

SEONGHWA : Call Hongjoong and snitch, I know they would end up getting involved in MY date someway somehow!

SAN : A date?! With Yn?! I would be too focused on Yn to notice if i’m being honest

MINGI : Pause the date and beat some ass. I would also be super disappointed in hyung, I expect that from San but from him? I would cry (and also call Hongjoong hyung)

❪ # iv ❫ : who do you ship with YN? A. Taegyu. B. San. C. Seonghwa D. Mingi (will you betray his moral loyalty?) ━━ to jyh

from anon

YUNHO : E. I’ll move to a different country and start a new life under a new identity so that none of them kill me for whatever my choice might be (not taegyu that’s for sure, he seems cool but i ship- )

❪ # v ❫ : when is yours and yn's wedding?? also who do u think u can take out in a fight between the boys that also wants your girl's heart? ━━ to syn

from anon

YUNA : I’m so glad you asked! I’m currently planning it but she doesn’t know about it yet. Also I could easily take all of them and I would but Seulgi would take away my Yn privileges anyway about Yn and me! she’s so cute, did you kno-

authors note : Interview cut off because participant had their yn privileges taken away

❪ # vi ❫ : when u and yn finally have ur moment will u be the perfect gentleman or will u let ur dreams take over and just smooch the heck out of yn? ━━ to smg

from anon

MINGI : Me? Meeting Yn? Smooching her?…

authors note : Interview cut short because participant would not stop giggling

❪ # vii ❫ : How does it feel to be the biggest simps on planet earth?? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from @meginthebuilding27

SEONGHWA : I’m not a simp, its just that i would do anything for her and i think about her all day and i lov- oh…

SAN : Great! really, really fucking great but also my heart feels like its about to burst anytime i see anything related to her… do you think I should see a doctor??

MINGI : I don’t like the fact that I have to share spot! I wanna be number one!

❪ # viii ❫ : How do you keep them in place and don't make them do anything stupid? ━━ to khj

from @meginthebuilding27

HONGJOONG : Have you seen them do anything? I don’t because somehow they are harder to handle than children! But I guess parenting books help, except for Seonghwa, he’s too powerful. oh! And Yn too, I’m glad I have Seulgi to fall back on, she too much to say no to (read: too cute to say no to)

❪ # ix ❫ : we know u love yn and treat her like a baby sister so this q is perfect for you! out of all the boys which one would you choose for n based off what you know of them (then looks teehee) ━━ to ksg

from anon

SEULGI : Aww you’re right, she is my baby! But I just want whoever can makes her the happiest. Regarding the second question you are aware that you are asking a lesbian this right? I don’t think I can answer…

swan’s note : Seonghwa. She likes Park Seonghwa the most, I don’t know why she’s being difficult but it’s mostly because he’s very pretty

❪ # x ❫ : I know u love and care for yn but why don't you help your mans (the 3 lovers) out? (as far as asking if she wants to hang out over her break :3) I know you want to stay unbiased but I gotta know! ━━ to khj

from anon

HONGJOONG : That’s a good question, I honestly did not think of that. Maybe I should do that in the near future?

❪ # xi ❫ : what made u stan yn and whats ur fave piece of star merch that you own ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from anon

SEONGHWA : I love kpop girlgroups, so when I found a new group was debuting I checked out their music and when I watched the Ponzona mv for the choreo it was love on first sight & The album that I bought immediately after and got me my very first photo card of Yn! (It’s still behind my phone)

SAN : I saw a video of her on twitter which was so cute that I just had to know who it was & my Yn chibi plushy, it’s unofficial fan made merch but it’s adorable

MINGI : It was an accident honestly! I was going to check out my friends performance so I joined the line outside the building, nobody questioned me being there so I didn’t know I was at wrong place until I realized that I was standing in line for a fan sign, I thought just leaving would be rude so I stayed and my breath was taken away when I met Yn! & A t-shirt with their logo, it’s fashionable and comfortable as fuck!

❪ # xii ❫ : from 1 to 10, with 10 being the most, how would you rate how much you enjoy the chaos that is currently happening as of ch. 30 ━━ to kys

from anon

YEOSANG : 9, it would be a 10 but they genuinely seemed hurt. I still do enjoy some good chaos though

❪ # xiii ❫ : i badly need some tips on fighting people it can be on the internet or idk face to face but im scared cause i might lose, i just want to fight some constantly annoying people, teach me your ways teacher! ━━ to psh, csn, smg & cjh

from anon

SEONGHWA : Try to not get mad, stay as logical and calm as possible that just makes your opponents seem crazier

SAN : Find something or someone you would argue for no matter what the outcome might be, it’s all about passion

MINGI : Hit ‘em where it hurts!

JONGHO : It’s not a skill that can be taught, you just need to be a true hater.

yuna’s note : Just say Kang YeoSang-

seulgi’s note : Please ignore Yuna’s note!!

❪ # xiv ❫ : from 1 to 10 how jobless did u think hongjoong was when yn first reached out to him ━━ to ksg

from anon

SEULGI : Hongjoong is great and so, so talented! He’s also a college drop out with way too much time on his hands, so it can’t be less that 7 right?

❪ # xv ❫ : are you guys legitimately in love with yn or is it just a fanboy kind of love? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from anon

authors note : Participants are not allowed to answer this question (yet)

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[cadaverousdecay]

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i can’t decipher all of this but i think ur so cool and hot also. btw. i’m coming over right now so that we can make out sloppy

[diary-of-a-recovering-party-girl]

What am I so afraid of feeling? [22.01.2024]

my screen time is crazy these days. I feel like I want to pick up my phone every minute I possibly can and whenever I'm doing anything that even remotely allows for multi-tasking, however bad it may work, I'm whipping out my computer and putting on jersey shore or YouTube or anything, anything else to fill the second of silence asap. it has gotten to the usual point of watching things I'm not even really interested in, watching long true crime videos just because they are long, watching videos about politics even though I know they will. upset me, consuming content and content KNOWING that the more I consume, the worse I feel.

why is that? what feelings are so big and scary that I need to run away from them this far?

I want to put them out here, to bleed them out on paper, to let them soak the pages and leak on the floor, to see the mess I made and be Happy I made it. to shine the bright lamp right in the middle of my emotions, to rip open the wounds and watch the organs under them helplessly bleed feelings onto my skin.

the first feeling that comes to my heart is sadness that I'll never scream something at a protest and mean it. if something serious happens, I'm too hurt and emotional to even acknowledge it. if it's something not about life or death, some more low key political matters, I feel ridiculous for protesting about them. I can't take anything serious, not myself, not politics, not horrible things happening. Gaza, lol. if i think too much about it and actually feel sad, I shut myself down to protect myself from getting too emotional. why? do I thibk I couldn't handle feelings that don't have a constant undertone of nihilistic Irony to them!? is really any feeling that isn't sarcastic ridiculous to me? I haven't been much on 4chan yet I clearly spent too much time there.

I know I have real emotions because I csn clearly feel them at times. but somehow, they scare me, enough to suppress them to a point that I can't even realize them anymore. I'm scared to be vulnerable by being emotional. to have people comment and talk about My emotions and them being right. to look hurt because I am. happiness, however naiive or fake it may be, protects me from peoples reactions to my sadness, from their concerned looks and their empathetic faces, from their hugs that are too tight and their questions that go too deep. I keep people away with a smile.

that was a good first emotion to discover.

and then when I dig deeper I discover another feeling. I'm so hurt and upset by c ghosting me for weeks again. I Love this girl so much and I want to keep her as a friend but this is Really really hurtful and idk what to do with it. she doesn't answer me for weeks, the last time we met in person was in October for like 4hours before her boyfriend got back to work and I MISS HER. I miss her when I could actually talk to Her, call her, meet her, when wed do things together and she'd be there more than once every 2 months. I had the best festival experience ever with her and all the other things we did together and now I miss her so so bad and she's not answering my old texts, neither my birthday invitation and I feel like she's not gonna come to my birthday like last year again. I don't know what happened, in 2022 we were all good but since then, since _something_ she got like this. I don't understand what happened and I just want to be her friend again and this HURTS. I don't want to go through another friendship breakup. they hurt more than any dating /romantic breakup ever did.

[fandom-hoarder]

At this point I don't even care about Eddie's anger and grief. If he stayed in El Paso and never came back I wouldn't miss him and (unpopular opinion) the show wouldn't either.

At the very least Buck needs to cut his toxic ass out of his life. For too long the friendship has been very one sided, and unfair on Buck, who while nowhere near perfect doesn't deserve to be treated as a free babysitter and outlet for all of Eddies inadequacies and frustrations.

As for the kitchen scene, as someone who's had a close family member do almost exactly the same thing to me, including the threatened violence, I can't see myself ever watching again while that man is still on the show.

I'm pretty close to agreeing re: Eddie staying in El Paso. At this point, my enjoyment of his character has cooled off to the point of apathy, and it will take more character writing than I think they csn stuff into the finale to bring me back around.

My only care is re: Buck deserving better friendship (to some degree also Chris deserves more from Eddie), but at this point I'm not sure I see Buck setting a boundary that cuts Eddie (and Chris) out of his life completely. Right now it feels more like the emotional connection in this relationship is Chris, exclusively.

I really thought El Paso was a way for the show to write Eddie off -- he could've just fucking taken a family leave for a few months, otherwise, but they had him QUIT and BUY A HOUSE???

As for the kitchen scene, I'm really torn on it being a point of no return. Especially in a fictional drama. But I do think Buck deserves more accountability from Eddie on that behavior, and not just a brightly colored distraction. Especially when Eddie followed that finger up with a punch to Buck's self worth and then a note that there's no way he didn't know how Buck would take it. This is not BEST FRIEND behavior. It's patronizing and belittling, and grief doesn't make it okay.

I feel like I don't even know this character anymore.

[asexualjedi]

How the fuck am I going to get all this done. Like my mom got worse I’m going home everyweekeend no matter what now. So like I’ll have to figure something out idk. I just it keeps being one thing after another sending me into the trenches. Idk man it’s rough uhhh doctor fucked up my adhd rx so like I didn’t have any today which was supposed to be the day I like cranked out my rough draft of this paper. Yesterday I was supposed to finish up all the reading and research since my teacher wants me to do a literature review of all the other research on the topic rip. But I donated blood for the first time ever yesterday bc I was like I should donate blood I have no excuse I’m finally no longer underweight and my clsss isn’t meeting during the time of the drive I should go. Anyways I got like 5-6 hours of sleep the night before so maybe that also had something to do with it. But holy shit it kicked my ass. I was like ok for an hour or two -3 after it but then 3 hours after I was like my beain felt like it was being squeezed the rest of the day and I had to eat an insane amount of calories dog. Like to feel closer to normal. And. Like then I felt gross bc I had to eat so much food so quickly lmao. Anyways. But!! That is to say I didn’t get shit done yesterday on that paper. I got stuff done for my other project after having to redo my research bc somehow e assigned two people to the same thing. Anyways as tou can see it’s been a week™️ and I’ve had to keep pushing back working on stuff to put out one fire or bc my body is falling apart.

So part of me is like. I was supposed to have a rough draft to my teacher by tomorrow and like I will probably but. Like… we were going to meet to discuss it at 1pm and now I’m like. I think I’ll just be honest be like sorry I got some bad news about my mother. I don’t think I’ll be able to send you the roigh draft in time for us to have a good discussion about it. I’m going to try to send you one by the end of the day tho, and csn we meet sometime next week. I will continue working on it and csn send you more updated versions as we go.

Bc. I don’t want to freak out and mess this up but. Thsi I gotta be realistic. Like this is only 1 credit our it should technically only be 10 pages double spaced but I told him I’d write more bc I felt like an asshole asking a teacher to take time to mentor me on such a short paper and like still it’s only going to be 15 ish pages but like dog does he know that bc I feel like the literature review and other stuff he’s talked about to a bit beyond. Whatever I’ll make to work. I also have to somehow design and craft a chair with only 4 work days in class and I still have to finish my samples and make a minor project right hopefully I can crank that al out on Tuesday idk. Oh yeah and I still need to find somewhere to live ajdjdjdjdjd. Like. Within the month. Lmao. Well. One day at a time man

[azlovesem]

You alrwady fid bitch. You slrqdy. Thats ehy npbody on earth luke you people at all Brie. Yiu got peopke killed yourevheartless sne ya fuckn lost the fight snd cant admot. People all arpund earthbhare toyr stupid ass countrybyhink these these stupid fucon faggot superhero movies suck and uou people are fucked. Nobody reslly likes younin warthnit nsy serm like dome do thats no one. Because youre fuckn wvil thevwhole lot. And i beat you ddo bad no one considers yiunpeopke much if a fyvkn enrity onbwarrh. Yiu probed you can ve beaten easily. Snd youre fuckn terrifued of ne youre men are fucon ciwards. Should i go on eithbegatvyou or inotovds. I csn have you bloen in hslf but im sure uoull do that to yourself. People around earth like me better yhsn sny stupid fuckn american anyway. I nade you look stupid because you sre stupid. And wesk. In im off on yas during xnas. Youre ehole rat fuckn bitch culture i slsp like s dead ho is done nobidybwants it or needs it. They have thrir own they think americsn culture is fuckn retarded. And i hope you sll die duting xmas thats how youve made me feel i have to afmit. Fuck how i nadecyou feel rgats mesningless youre the knes whonwronged me not yhe other way around, and i was s fsn. Was a fsn or movies. Not anymore. You proved who you were az people im not evrn tirnk g in the tv at sll. Brie shutnyhe fuvk ip or ill gut your bitch ass myself. Ill caeve you up likd xmas turkeyvsnd i jnow your nen eont stop me. Ill go eotk for the new ainidtration im drarting yo feel naybe i dhoukd. Snd fo dverything i csn yo run every lsst kne of yoh hollywood bitches through. Yiure not like my nice vommon weathly girls. Youre sick yiure smericsn youre not ok. Youll bwcer be ok i think. So ill just remove uou. We ll have s new north america with nonenof you srlu d. There woll be only a frw movies made. Ots making the kids retarded we gotta shut you down permsnently maybe. My eyes are turning bkack you did iyt i 100 percent blame Anerica cause its yiur fucon gaylt. Youre sll duckn rwt goof nobce scym abd dhoukd be fuckn killed every single last fucking ok ne im of you. You peopmd broke nd hesrt everyobd hates jews now and theres not enoughmof yhem tomorrect anynif them sbd there in tgeir fuvkn own. Theyre committing genicide and theyte nazis and smericabs are sll naxis no too. Say zieg hail brie. Oh yiur last name Larson is that fuckn german. The germans wrent nazis you smericans now. Put a swatika on yiyr head. And you hurt snd emerging grest aritist yiurevrat fuckn thieves someone shoukc just bliw ur brsins out. Nobody likes yiu peopke i swear but some of yiu love ne do much right. Yeah i think so lyinv sacks of shit itvreally sjows. Everybody on this earth hares you peopke snd otd s dark shittyblufeless future for smerica now. Im gonna naje a fuckn examlle of you if i ever fuckn see you anywhere.

MARVEL ONE SHOT: AGENT CARTER (2013) dir. Louis D'Esposito CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) dir. The Russo Brothers CAPTAIN MARVEL (2019) dir. Anna Boden, Ryan Fleck

[gendermiiiilk]

NEW INTRO THATS BETTER!!!! Ik IVE put it in a lot of places…. BC ITS GOOD AND I CANT BE BOTHERED TO MSKE A NEW ONE

 

Names:

(Ik, but I got multiple and I gotta start somewhere)

Dani (anyone who gives a shit abt getting my gender right, aka you)

Seraph (online close friends aka you, not gonna go by this irl bc even tho I like it more, ppl are gnna think it’s a weird name)

Any like nicknames (idk this one bc no one’s ever given me a nice nickname. By Nice I mean not “faggot, cripple, freak” things like that. Feel free to make one *if u want u dont have to)

Age: 13 bitch

Things I like: cats, reading, playing like retro games (like 8-bit, 1990-2000s games), listening to music, specifically punk/emo/rock/indie/whatever the fuck u ask me to listen to, baking, DW, supernatural, starwars (a bit), bugs (a bit), like almost any type of mythology (a lot), cycling, acting, singing

Things I don’t like: people being sad, messing up, people being sad because I messed up, violence, my body, myself, everything about myself, people being rude to anyone, people bullying/being bullied, trump, Elon, (other) people sh-ing+not getting enough skeep+not eating enough+not drinking enough, people being racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, a phobic, lesbophobic, biphobic, panphobic, +any type of phobia where phobia means hate, zoos, incestophiles, paedophiles, fetishising miniorities (except David tennant /j), people being antisocial, misogynists, misandrists, anyone who hates on people for what they cannot control, islamophobes, antisemites, Nazis, christophobes, hindophobes (?), buddophobes (?), anyone hating people for their religion, also people using their religion to excuse harm to others (for Christians, “do not use the lords name im vain” dosent mean DONT say like OMG, it means DONT say “oh this goes against my religion, imma kill this persons their family and burn their belongings”, anyone who purposefully hurts, either mentally physically emotionally psychologically financially or any other way

Things I want people to know about me: I AM AVAILABLE AS A FREE THERAPIST /hj. Srsly tho, if u feel down, talk to me about it, I can maybe help, if I can’t, we can still talk abt whatever u want

Sexualitys:

Sex-indifferent Asexual

Omniromantic

Something else on the aromatic spectrum, havent been able to look into it yet. Maybe grey romantic/demiromantic?

Genders:

Genderfae

Genderglitch (Genderfluid but when it’s not a slow change, its sudden)

Transsexual

(Maybe GNC??????????)

Schrodigender 

Schrodifluid

Shapeshiftergender

Shapeshiftgender

Shiftgender

Angelicgender

Abhorex (is that how you spell it???)

Angelifluid

(Those are all the xenos i csn remember off the top of my head)

Also maybe like therian??????

I think I might be a badger therian??????

Still looking into it

Im a FUXKING weird ass bastard :)

Pronouns… thats a whole FUXKING new story mate, imma need a bit to think of those /hj

But srsly pronouns ( for now)

She/her

They/them

Ey/em

E/er

Xe/xir

It/its

Ey/eyes/eyeself

Ser/sers/serself

Sera/seraph/seraphself

Wheel/wheels/wheelself ( that ones ~freaky~