#trust your gut always

[thoughtsofapessimistttt]

‘The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell to ourselves’

- V.S Naipaul

[kamaluhkhan]

luke castellan fic series based on guts by olivia rodrigo....thoughts....

[sugarsagecat]

Loved what @gatheredfates wrote about inspo Vs plagiarism. Yes, there are times we will pull ideas from the same resources. The resources are not finite. We won't all starve if we all have purple haired miqos with survivors guilt. I do think the most important thing is; if your gut tells you something isn't right... Something probably isn't right. You never need to interact with anyone who gives you the ick

[street-corner-felines]

Zero Day (2002)

[non-un-topo]

He, Dreamless by nizzuto

Part 1 of I don't see the sun (I know it's there)

Through the tear-away of waves and the vastness of oceans and the separation of the three of them, there remains the legend of true love and the infinite fight to get back to it.

A gift for the incredibly talented @guarncre, whose gorgeous fic (and every single fic since) I adore so much. Few fics have so effectively simultaneously ripped me apart and put me back together, and swallowed me up with every word. These drawings have been a long time coming, but I really wanted to show my love for the fic by attempting to capture its evocative storytelling and imagery. And this is my call to everyone to go read it, now! Right now!

[Image description under cut]

[I.D.] Two digital drawings of Joe and Nicky, respectively, depicting scenes from nizzuto's fic He, Dreamless.

Joe is standing alone in a dark brick tower, visible down to his waist. His head is tilted down, his eyes closed, and he has a melancholy expression on his face. Only one of his arms is visible, his hand gently curled over his chest. His hair is long and loose, a few curls lit by moonlight. A deep red garment is draped over his shoulders. Behind him is a small arched window with bars, where a bright moon attempts to shine through. He is half-lit and half in shadow. A small signature in the bottom left corner reads, "Siggy, '23".

Nicky is sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest and his head tilted up and painted with bright, almost heavenly moonlight. He is in a hole underground, and the dark ground can be seen surrounding him. He is wearing a tattered uniform, the details of his clothes mostly hidden in shadow. His hair has been cut short and uneven, as has his beard. He is reaching up with one hand, the tip of his finger poking through the bars above his head. He wears an expression of longing. The moonlight is casting streaks through his fingers onto his face. He's looking at the same moon as Joe. The same signature as the first image is written on the bottom right corner.

[multishipper-baby]

Not publishing the ask yet because I want to reply with the playlist but I have to comment on it because

Anon. You just gave the biggest neuron activation.

IT'S 2 AM. BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WHEN I'M THINKING ABOUT THEM.

[doublel27]

Things we say in this fandom: YOU CANT TRUST SOUP* FOR ANYTHING

*not actual nourishing food soup, that’s fine

[bunnyscar]

Mistakes

trigger warning: fear, a little creepy

“You’re going on a date?!” Leslie squealed.

Tia winced. “I-It’s not a date! Rasp said he had an extra ticket for a movie at the theater, so he asked if I wanted to go with him. That’s all. Besides, Ms. Frazzle is going with us,” Tia protested.

Her sister raised an eyebrow, obviously not convinced. “Say what you will, but this is still a momentous occasion! We’d better get you all ready for it. Come on, I’ll do your hair for you. Ooh, why don’t you wear that cute skirt you have, too!”

“There’s no reason for me to get all dressed up,” Tia protested.

Leslie clicked her tongue. “Tsk tsk! Of course there’s a reason! This is your first time going out with a boy. Trust me, I’ll make you look perfect!”

Tia sighed and gave in, knowing that her sister was unstoppable once she made up her mind to do something. Tia was the complete opposite. She hated conflict and almost always submitted to other's decisions, even if she didn't actually agree. Sometimes she wished she could be like Leslie and stand up for her own wants or needs, but she always got scared and let others have their way. It was easier and safer to give up.

Besides, other people were usually smarter than her. It was better to trust another person to make decisions than to rely on her own judgement or intuition. Or so Tia thought to herself that evening, committing her first mistake.

It was a couple of hours later that Tia made her way downstairs, her cheeks warm with embarrassment. Leslie had put her hair up in ponytails and braided them, just like their mother used to do when the girls were little. Making her feel even more like a young girl, Tia had been outfitted with a pink skirt and a blouse with puffy sleeves, making her feel like she was dressing up as a princess. She sighed, pausing to sit on the stairs for a moment, her forehead pressed against her knees.

Though she appreciated Leslie’s desire to help, she felt her sister was jumping to conclusions. This wasn’t really a date. Ms. Frazzle would be chaperoning them, and they weren’t even going to see a romantic movie; the movie was about some superhero that Rasp was interested in.

And whatever Leslie imagined, there was no romance between Tia and Rasp. She was pretty convinced he didn’t understand romance, and he treated her more like a good friend than a romantic interest. They were too young for it to be real anyway, right? Tia felt her cheeks begin to burn again as she thought about it.

The doorbell rang, making her start and almost fall down the stairs. Quickly, she made her way down and opened the front door.

Rasp came bouncing in, followed by a sour-faced Ms. Frazzle. “Hi Tia! Are ya ready?” he cried eagerly.

“Y-yeah,” she said shyly, twisting her hands together. She suddenly felt very self-conscious of her clothes and hair. Rasp, however, either ignored or did not notice her discomfort and bounced outside the house again. “Let’s go! Superman, here we come!”

Ms. Frazzle sighed. “Spider-Man, you mean,” she said reprovingly.

Tia followed them outside, pausing just before she shut the door, an uneasy feeling in her stomach calling her to stay inside. But she buried it away, convincing herself she was just nervous about doing something for the first time. She’d never gone with friends to the movie theater before, only with her sister, and even that had only been once or twice.

She hurried into Ms. Frazzle’s car without another look back, her second mistake that night.

The theater was old. Its sign was falling off, cracks could be seen running all over the walls, and barely any light shone through the entrance’s glass doors. Ominous creaks came from the roof, which looked about ready to cave in. To make matters worse, there was not a soul in sight, not another car in the parking lot, not even any lights on in the surrounding buildings, which consisted mostly of condemned apartments.

“A-are you sure this the right place?” Tia asked anxiously, shivering and drawing closer to Rasp, who was looking curiously at the theater without a hint of fear.

“Yes, yes, this is it,” Ms. Frazzle said briskly, ushering the children towards the building’s dilapidated doors. Her sour mood seemed to have lightened now that they were in front of this mess of a theater, though why she would be happy about such an ominous place, Tia had no idea. A great sense of foreboding came upon her, and she wanted to turn and run away from that awful building.

But Rasp was already inside, and Tia feared being alone in a dark parking lot more than going into a scary building with her friend. Surely it would be all right. Surely their teacher wouldn’t bring them somewhere that was actually dangerous. So Tia followed Rasp and her teacher into the building, making her third mistake that night.

Inside did not look more inviting. Dim, flickering lamps illuminated halls of red carpet and dark doors that led to the individual theaters. One hallway was blocked off with caution tape, behind which appeared to be piles of rubble and broken chairs. Directly in front of Ms. Frazzle stood a computerized check-in counter, its bright screen looking very out of place in this dingy building. There did not appear to be anyone else here, and Tia soon regretted having stepped inside, no matter how dark and lonely it was outside.

“Where are the workers?” she asked nervously.

“Maybe everyone’s on vacation? Or maybe they’re trying to set a mood?” Rasp suggested, but even he was beginning to look more thoughtful and less excited about watching a movie in an abandoned theater.

Ms. Frazzle didn’t answer either of them. She stepped over to the kiosk and punched some buttons, retrieving three tickets.

“Our theater is number 8,” she said, handing each child a ticket. “Come, let’s go.” And she began striding off down the hall.

Tia stood rooted to the spot, though. She must have been crazy to enter this building. Something was wrong about this place, and she didn’t want to go any further. No matter what Ms. Frazzle thought.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t think…maybe we shouldn’t…,” she stammered, glancing anxiously at the exit.

Ms. Frazzle turned back suddenly and grabbed Tia’s wrist, pulling her down the hall. “Come or we’ll miss it,” she said eagerly.

Tia had thought Ms. Frazzle wasn’t interested in the movie, so it had seemed strange when she had become more excited the closer they got to this creepy building. Now Tia was convinced something was wrong with Ms. Frazzle too. The teacher had a strange glint in her eyes and wore an almost maniacal grin on her face, made more creepy because of the strange shadows cast by the dim lighting.

Weakly Tia tried to resist Ms. Frazzle, but the teacher’s grip was strong as metal and so tight that her wrist began to hurt. Beginning to panic, Tia let out a yelp.

Rasp suddenly stepped in front of them. He grabbed Tia’s other wrist, and though his grip was firm, it was not painful. Carefully, he extricated Tia’s wrist from Ms. Frazzle’s hand and moved himself so that he stood in between Tia and the teacher.

“All right, all right, we’re coming,” he said. Though his words remained nonchalant, there was a slight edge to his voice and something dangerous in the look he gave Ms. Frazzle. She frowned, but merely shrugged and strode down the hall.

Rasp turned to Tia and gave her an encouraging smile. His hand felt warm on her wrist, and she began to relax.

“Let’s go, Tia. Ms. Frazzle is a bit impatient sometimes, but it’ll be all right.”

Tia nodded, though she still felt a great sense of foreboding as they walked down the dark hallway. But her fear of Ms. Frazzle and what she might do if they disobeyed overshadowed everything else at the moment, and she committed her final mistake.

The theater room was even darker than the hallway, and they tripped their way to a couple of seats in the middle of the room. The darkness seemed to press in on them as they waited for the movie to start. Tia began to breathe faster, panic growing in her chest.

She couldn’t see anything, and she only knew Rasp sat next to her because she was still holding his hand. Normally she would have been too embarrassed to hold it this long, but in the all-consuming dark, it was her only source of comfort. Please, please, let the movie start soon, she willed with all her heart.

She finally saw something. Something that made her heart stop momentarily, something that made her want to scream but at the same time froze her and rendered her noiseless. Where the movie screen should have been was a pair of glowing eyes. No, not just a pair. Dozens of eyes, glowing a sickly greenish yellow, staring hungrily right at her. Then she heard something shuffling towards her, and she finally screamed.

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[lesbian-rook]

My hiatus will be longer than expected

[androphagy]

if you lean into or join in with misogynist jokes and threats as a trans man or transmasc because you pass as cisgender or are "man enough" to the person/people who are talking that way you are a traitor to the trans demographic as a whole. if you're scared of being outed and assaulted due to standing up for those affected by misogyny, sex or gender based, then don't say anything. keep your mouth shut. make it clear you're uncomfortable or glare at them or roll your eyes but if you can call it out, do it. do anything besides giving into misogynistic behavior under a misguided attempt at acceptance. if those men making the jokes and threats knew you were AFAB and/or you had any stereotypically "physically feminine" traits (long hair, breasts, makeup, etc) they would target you the same as they would anyone else they deemed acceptable.

there's nuance here, obviously, but the cis men making cruel and misogynistic threats and "jokes" will not see you as a man if you're outed. you are not allying yourself with people who will protect you. you are allying yourself with people who would hurt you if you were alone and they/he was fairly sure they/he could get away with it, and even then sometimes you don't need to be alone and it'll happen anyway. people will look the other way. the legal system protects rapists. law enforcement protects rapists. the other cis men will protect rapists. ask me how i know.

don't become someone who protects that behavior. believe that you're better than them, because you are, and put that treatment beneath you. is what they have to offer really worth whatever acceptance you may see in their eyes? why do you want their acceptance and approval at all?

[kisskissbanggang]

Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 12 ✨🚀

[2.9k words, 10min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure Jisung x Fem. Reader - SFW/Smut in Other Chapters - Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, Surprisingly Sweet, Time to be Mad at Jisung, First Experiences, Emotional Vulnerability is Hard, Gutting Betrayal, Ominous Plot Hints, Testing Alliances, Crumbs of Backstory, Loyalty Crisis, We’re Still on the Ocean Planet, Always Check the Tags]

[Episodes on Fridays 7pm pst, Polling closes Saturdays 7pm pst]

[Series Masterlist | Come Say Hi!]

Your finger twitched where it rested at the pocket of your shorts, where the plastic keycard you’d never returned to Chan was really tempting you. After the captain had left you in the workshop, you’d dropped into your cabin to finally take off your waist pack. You propped your new sunglasses that Felix bought you on your windowsill, as well as the little boat you’d purchased. 

So now you were left with the question of what to do. If you couldn’t leave the ship but you had free time before launch, you wanted something to distract you from how you couldn’t visit the beach. It absolutely made sense to try out the keycard on Minho’s new cabin and ask him what went down with Jisung.

Or, you realized, there was nothing stopping you from going straight to the source.

Besides, if you riled up Minho right now, who knew what sordid, impassioned garbage that would start. If you weren’t supposed to fool around now that you were partners, you decidedly did not feel like teasing him.

So now that left Jisung. You grabbed a couple magnet clips to hold your souvenirs down before they got flung during takeoff. Below, the waves lapped at the slipdock, making you more than a little sore that you wouldn’t be able to even touch the water. Instead of lingering on it, though, you instead slipped back out of your cabin and into the maintenance access between the workshop and the galley where Jisung’s cabin was located. You were thrilled to find it was locked. There was an opportunity to try the keycard after all. You beeped it against the knob’s keypad, just as you had with the brig to retrieve Minho earlier, and held your breath.

The door unlocked. You practically jumped, giddy to learn this when you poked your head in the door, fully expecting to find Jisung brooding at his desk. Instead, it was empty. The cabin was empty, devoid of the pilot entirely. You did a double take, now fully stepping inside and locking the door behind you. Jisung’s cabin was even more quaint during a proper day cycle, with his little knick-knacks and photos illuminated in the warm light of the setting sun. His parents, apparently, were working as private tour guides, at least according to their pictures.

A shiver ran up your spine and you realized there was a faint breeze in the empty cabin. You searched for the source of it, noting that the exhaust vent was closed, when you caught sight of the culprit.

Of course.

The access hatch was barely open, so much so that you nearly missed it.

You opened the small door and hopped down onto the metal walkway, searching up and down the passage to figure out where Jisung may have snuck off to. A faint light tinted the end of the passage, and you walked down to the hatch that led to the cargo hold. You peeked through first, looking to see if you were walking in on anything you shouldn’t be before you climbed down. The cargo hold was undisturbed, but it was oddly loud in here, considering the doors should be sealed.

You surveyed the cargo hold, looking for what could be causing the outside noise of the port to be streaming in, when the obvious answer revealed itself.

No shit, the sub-hatch door Jeongin had snuck through earlier was propped open, one measly pry bar guarding the door. Curiosity bit at you. You gently pushed the door open and set it ajar on the pry bar again before you looked around the Ambler, when you spied a pair of legs swinging over the edge of the slipdock under the nose of the ship. These clearly belonged to Jisung, you noticed, when you quietly crept closer. The pilot was sitting on the lip of the slipdock, a fishing pole in his hands and a charge clip smoking on his lip.

You were tempted to surprise him, but you were a little distracted. This looked very relaxing after a long day. Rather, you decided to plainly walk up behind him, letting him feel your presence. He raised an eyebrow when he heard your footfalls before he turned to confirm it was you sitting down next to him. You were both silent while Jisung fished and smoked, but it was clear there was a conversation that needed to happen. Minho was furious when he arrived with Jisung back at the ship. You needed to know why.

“So,” you sighed, “I hear I’m supposed to be mad at you.” The waves sounded calming against the concrete of the dock.

Jisung gave a miniscule nod. Reaching the end of his clip, he pocketed it. “You’re gonna be,” he confirmed. “You ready?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “How was jail?”

The pilot shrugged. “It was jail. Pleasant, all things considered. I got you something.”

You looked on curiously when Jisung dug something out of the pocket of his linen shirt, now unbuttoned and relaxed open. He held out a closed hand to you and you extended your upturned palm to him, where he dropped a Phaborian mating pendant, the touristy kind that Hyunjin had mentioned. The paint didn’t feel as delicately ridged as the one you’d spent all day resolving. Looking at this one more closely, it depicted the port city of the Hatchery, with the market in plain view. 

But, of course, this caught you off guard. This was a mating pendant. 

It took a solid moment or two for Jisung to notice you ogling the pendant, as well as him. He took a beat to decipher your expression before it dawned on him. His eyes widened with a laugh.

“It’s not romantic or anything!” he immediately reassured you. “I mean, I like you, but it’s only been, like, a few days? A week? I just didn’t know if you had a chance to grab a souvenir.”

Your tense shoulders relaxed. “That’s so sweet, Jisung,” you acknowledged, fully genuine. “It was cool that this was my first port of call. I only wish I could’ve stopped by the beach.”

Jisung gawked at you. “This whole day and you didn’t go to the beach?!”

“Well, yeah!” you defended. “I was busy!”

“Fuck busy,” Jisung shook his head. “Come on, we still have plenty of time.” He scrambled up to his feet while he wound up his reel and pulled you up alongside him, already dragging you in the direction of one of the little patches of shore between each slipdock. You maybe had a second to tuck the pendant into the pocket of your shorts. The pilot paused to pop open the sub-hatch cargo door and toss in his fishing rod before resuming his mission, grinning while he rushed you.

“Jisung!” you laughed, “it’s really fine!”

It wasn’t, but it was a little ridiculous to consider he’d go to this much effort. Any effort, really, felt like a bit much. 

And Jisung ignored this, obviously, pulling you along and leading you down to the sand. It was approaching golden hour, and Jisung easily yanked you down beside him on the sand where he began to pull at your boot laces. You screamed out another laugh and tried to shove him off. 

“Jisung!” you repeated. “What’s the hurry?!”

“If you’re gonna take a moment, you gotta have time,” explained Jisung, as if it were clear already. 

Fair enough, you figured. You bowled over Jisung and got his shoes off as well, before you noticed he already got your socks off. The top layer of sand was hot between your toes, but underneath that was cool. You observed the sensation of the fine granules, glittering in the sun, how they felt under your fingertips and how it was just a little different from under your legs or feet. Needless to say, you’d never been to a beach. You’d never felt “real” sand. But now you needed to feel ocean water.

Jisung watched you jump up to your feet and sprint to the shore, barely taking the time to register how freezing it was now that the day was ending. And you didn’t stop at just submerging your ankles. You ran in until you started meeting the traction of the water on top of the sand. This felt amazing. 

From the sand, Jisung was caught between being supportive and worrying. “You’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful!” he whined.

“That’s too bad!” you teased back, yelling over the surf. You waded further in, eager to see if you could get straight to paddling. This was exciting to a point that you didn’t even catch Jisung running out to where you were already up to your waist, until you were already being hauled back to shallower waters. You flailed in Jisung’s grip around your midsection, despite his struggling laughs.

“You’re gonna drown, you lunatic,” Jisung wheezed, before tossing you into the ankle-deep waves. 

You landed on your ass with a splash, only somewhat buoyed by the sparse inches of water below you.

“Let me!” you gleefully challenged him, “then the guys will have even more reason to be pissed at you!”

Jisung didn’t have time to be offended before you grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him down, too.

The pilot smirked and shook his head. “You’re insane,” he affectionately remarked.

“You like that about me,” you refuted, shrugging and catching your breath.

“What if I do?” he chuckled.

That familiar silence slid in between you again, watching the water pool up to your hips as the waves lazily rolled in. Your knee was brushing against his where you sat together.

“The guys like you, too,” Jisung added.

“Right,” you rolled your eyes, “even Chan?”

“Especially Chan,” Jisung doubled down. “He’s just a dick, that’s all.”

“Uh huh,” you deadpanned, clearly doubtful. “He better wise up, then. I’m not a huge fan of dicks.”

You caught Jisung’s eye and flashed him a knowing look. He’d been a little bit of a dick, too, lately, but it’s not like he nearly got you killed like Chan did. Jisung quickly averted his gaze, maybe a bit guilty. Maybe he knew. Maybe he was just as bad at expressing himself as Chan, just without the personal risk that apparently involved.

Minho came to mind in that moment. Did he actually like you? Or were you just a plaything that he turned into a sidekick? 

“Seungmin likes you, too,” Jisung added. He almost sounded annoyed about it. 

You attempted a cool scoff. “What if he does?” you asked. “What about it?”

“It’s just that he’s an all or nothing type of guy,” he explained. “That’s all.”

“What about you?” you teased. “Are you an all or nothing type of guy?”

“Uh,” Jisung awkwardly laughed, eyes downcast. “I’m more of an or nothing guy these days.”

“But you like me,” you determined, saying it less like the question it should’ve been and more like a fact.

Jisung looked at you again, but this time like he was really looking at you. “I mean,” he began, “obviously? You’re the coolest person I’ve met in a long time. I like how you dropped everything and came along with our band of traveling idiots.”

It was your turn to look away, attempting to stave off any fluttering butterflies in your stomach. “I dunno,” you humbly replied, “I think I’m just lucky I chose your ship.”

“I think we’re lucky,” Jisung gently refuted. Cheesy. Acceptable. He swooped in, chastely kissing your cheek.

When you returned the gesture, you found that his ears had turned bright red.

This felt different from fooling around. 

Jisung turned to face you more then, lingering until you did the same before he tentatively kissed you. 

This felt very different from fooling around.

You and Jisung were just friends, but it was surprising to feel this close with someone, let alone in the span of a handful of days. Maybe you’d just never let anyone in before. Jisung’s eyes peeked open in surprise when he felt you lean in, meeting his push. He was delicate with you for a second, savoring this kiss on the beach with you for a couple breaths.

He almost looked as though you’d awoken a sleepwalker when you backed up an inch, easing your lips off his.

“Aren’t I supposed to be mad at you?” you asked, more than a little lightheaded. You were dizzy by now.

“I’m not ready yet,” Jisung shook his head. “I have one more thing to tell you; it’s what got me locked up for a minute today. I have a lead on a gig.”

You backed up even more now. “You do?”

Jisung nodded. “Yeah. You’re the first person I wanted to pitch it to.”

“What is it?” you warily asked. Just knowing what it was meant that you were at risk of telling Minho, honestly.

The way the pilot sighed made you think that he might have known that, too. “Sunrise Casino at Sentury Station,” he began to explain, “it’s under new management, and they apparently stowed some goods somewhere inside. I’ve been hearing word about it but I wanted to find my guy and get the details direct. His sources say it’s a security deposit box full of royal heirlooms from Victory Meridian, including an entire tiara from Clessoria.”

A giant pit formed in your stomach, and even more with the last detail, but you didn't have a chance to act on it right away. Jisung looked at the timer he apparently had on his communicator. 

“We gotta get heading back,” he lamented. “Was this still a good time?”

“Yeah,” you mustered, and regretfully earnest. The bittersweetness of leaving this behind, the beach and the moment, ached in your chest. You had a feeling he and Minho were right. It was sounding like you were going to be very mad at Jisung. 

Your friend got up to his feet and grabbed his shoes before you followed and did the same with your boots and jogged after him. It was a wordless, short journey. 

Only once you reached the pry bar in the sub-hatch door back at the ship did you stop Jisung. He wasn’t looking at you again. 

“Jisung,” you gently, nervously implored, “what exactly did you trade for that lead?”

His initial response was a defeated scoff. “I didn't trade anything. But I made it look like I would and pissed off my contact in the process, ergo my ass ending up in jail. Are you ready to be mad at me?”

An exhausted sigh fell out of you. Feelings were the worst. “Yes,” you meagerly nodded.

He winced reluctantly. “We’re friends, right?”

“Jisung!” you all but shouted, trying to get it over with. 

Finally, predictably, Jisung pulled your ring out of the pocket of his shorts. 

You gasped.

He sighed.

Yeah, that would definitely get him a good lead on Clessorian Ore. 

You didn't yell, you didn't cuss, but Jisung flinched regardless when you silently snatched the ring out of his palm and threw open the sub-hatch door. 

Thankfully, Jisung didn't run after you. He didn't call after you. He simply let you storm off, just like you needed. 

And it would've been great, walking off that instant detonation of anger and emotions, except Chan was at the top of the stairs. 

“Where the fuck have you been?!” he shouted, crazed and concerned. Both of you were still dripping wet.

Especially Chan, Jisung had said. 

And you had to give Jisung some credit, because Chan let you storm past him and up the stairs, giving you a clear shot all the way to your cabin where you yanked the door shut behind you. You made peace with not watching the launch, instead opting to sort yourself out for a little bit. There was far too much on your mind. You were agitated, grabbing another magnetic clip for your windowsill and stubbornly determined to be pissed off while you displayed the pendant Jisung got you. The ring, however, was thrown into your bedside drawer and slammed shut with gusto.

This was fucking garbage. Jisung stole from you and very well could’ve lost your loot. This was reprehensible on multiple fronts. No honor among thieves was a well known myth, and besides, Jisung was more than a thief. 

He was your friend.

Asshole.

That nagging, penetrating urge to tell someone was eating at you, maybe have a sounding board or a crumb of comfort, but you weren’t sure who to lean on. You could always vent to Felix, you figured. He was an easy option, and he was obviously close with Jisung, based on how the pilot had been the one able to calm him down the other day when everything went down with Changbin. Of course, there was always a chance he was too busy recuperating after his misadventures. 

Or, you realized, there was Hyunjin. Hyunjin knew everything, you’d already been told. He could tell you if Jisung was more shady than he let on, or even if there was any credence to Jisung’s tip he’d won back at the market.

And then there was Minho. He was obvious, too. He'd want to know about the lead at Sentury. And he was the one to shake Jisung down in the first place. He’d be a great option, honestly. You even knew your keycard would work already. You just had to pick.

[beanniiee]

rant in the tags

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kind of endearing that despite their obvious strained dynamic Utahime and Gojo trust each other

[manofmanymons]

One last thing about Kaito before I go to sleep is that like

As someone who grew up in a family of assholes who are allergic to admitting they're wrong about literally anything and would never apologize even if you held a gun to their head

It is very very special to me that so much of his character is based around screwing up, admitting he was wrong, apologizing, and then genuinely trying to be better

Being a good person isn't about never doing anything bad, it's about recognizing when you did something bad, feeling remorseful, and learning from it

And he's just

Such a fundamentally good person

Even at his literal absolute worst in harmony he still ultimately chooses to be a good person

Truly insane the way he is everything to me

[monsterkingdom]

got the worst jumpscare of all year fellas

[tequitoclown]

Do you ever get this deep, sinking feeling that something's wrong? I had that for about an hour today. Then I burped and I was fine.

What are emotions even???