#we’re winning everything this year im telling you

[amorfodaa]

just three days 🙏

[soxcietyy]

To Geto, from Yuta

Yuta x reader

Yuta finds a sneaky spy that had been among the group. So he decides to take care of it by sending an interesting message to where they came from.

Tw: sucking, hair pulling, recording, shaming

"Get up."

"No, please, I promise I won’t ever show my face around here again! I’ll move back to the country and you’ll never hear about me again!" You say grabbing his ankle.

You’ve been dating Yuta for a year now and it seemed like it was about to end. He had just found out that you were an enemy all along. You were under Geto, telling him everything you could about jujutsu high. You were the crummy little rat that has been lurking around all along. You didn’t mean to fall in love with him. You knew what your mission was but he had captured your heart the second you guys had met last year. Now he had finally caught on to your act and had you on the floor begging for mercy. You couldn’t lie you were scared shitless because this was Yuta here. He wasn’t just your average sorcerer.

"How long were you going to keep this up hm? Do you not feel an ounce of shame? Did you even love me?" He squats down to take a better look at your face that was drenched in tears. "Pretty sad that you were pathetic at your job." He continued. "So sad that Geto only taught you how to be a slut, how to seduce a man and spread you’r legs for them." He lets out an exhausted laugh.

"Im going to fuck you up." You say feeling all that fear turning into anger. Letting go of his leg you reach for your sword.

"No darling I’m going to fuck you in front of everyone to set an example. Because I know damn well there’s more of you guys here." He grabs your face aggressively with the smile he always wore around you. "And don’t even think this relationship is over because I already told you, You’re mine no matter what. Before we do anything why don’t we send Geto a little video no?"

Grabbing you by the hair he dragged you inside the building. Your clothes became dirty from all the dirt on the floor you were collecting. Your hands and knees turning red earning themselves cuts and scratches from the sharp rocks and terrain. You could only see the dirty floor as he pulled you along the campus. Luckily for you he decided to go into an empty building. The next room he entered was full of cameras. Every spot in the school being shown on the big screen. Even in spots you didn’t think anyone would be watching. You curse under your breath as your knees began to hurt from being on them.

He sat down on a chair and looked at your red teary eyes. Without a second thought he shoved your face into his crotch immediately. Not giving you time to adjust to your new environment. You could hear him groans as he pushed your face deeper into his groin. You could feel how his member started to grow from being aroused. Usually when you guys did this he was nice, general and caring. You knew this wasn’t going to be like that. Letting out a cry from not being able to breathe you could feel his grip on your hair tighten. Clearly not thinking of letting you off the hook. Pulling you back you finally take a breath.

Zipping his pants down he lets his hard member out just for it to smack you on the cheek.

"You look so gorgeous like this." He whispers as he rubs it up and down your face. You could see how his face was full of anger yet lust was clearly winning his emotions over. Lifting your head up he places his tip on your lips.

"Now be good and do what your best at. We’re going to show Geto what you’ve been doing while on your little spying mission." Yuta says pulling his phone out.

Your eyes widen as you duck down trying to hide behind his leg. With a rough tug he pulled you right back up with the phone on your face. He was definitely not bluffing about sending this to Geto. He pushed his dick inside your mouth until it was halfway in. Your eyes beginning to water from how big it was.

"Geto, caught your little rat sneaking around. Look at how pretty she looks on her knees, with those puffy red eyes, beautiful soft lips, and the adorable drool on the side of her mouth." Yuta shoves your head deeper into his member.

You gag and try to pull back but his firm grip was still on you. Pushing your head up and downwards until you were a mess.

"Fuck, I bet Geto taught you how to suck by giving you tips huh? Bet he loved Sucking our sensei Gojo." Yuta smirks as he fucks your mouth.

You looked like a total mess as he used you. Abusing the back of your throat to his hearts content. Shoving you balls deep into him until your nose touched his pelvis. You looked up at him begging for him to let you breathe. Tapping his leg like crazy as a signal to him that you’ve given up. You watched as he slowly started smiling at you before thrusting himself a few more times.

"Good girl, tell Geto how much you love my cock." He shoved the camera in your face once again.

You shake your head pleading with him not to do this.

"Say it." Yuta said with a firm voice.

"I ouv yuas cockc" you say with his member still in your mouth.

Your hear him curse under his breath as the vibration of your throat travels down his member. Drool starts dripping onto the floor as you continued to suck. Making a mess on him that he was very much enjoying. Your lips turning purple from the nonstop work. Tears running down your face as he smiles at you.

"Don’t swallow yet." Yuta warns before aggressively shoving your throat all the way in. Holding it in that position as he pumps his sees into that mouth of yours. He could hear you gag and squirm trying to get away from him making him want to ruin you more.

After he felt like he had released everything he released your head causing you to fall backwards on your behind. Your hand flys to your chest as you gasp for air. Breathing had never felt so good until now. He stood up quickly and forced you to open your mouth to show the camera what he had left in your mouth.

"Now swallow and thank Geto for making you come here."

Your face flushes from embarrassment as you swallow his seed.

"T-thank you master Geto…for making me come here."

[haerni]

COULD’VE BEEN ──── 이희승 . the past is a blur, reality was harsher than it usually is. how deep does one could ever love a person?

. . genre : exes w lingering feelings · fem reader hurt comfort time motifs · word count : 1869 . notes . . im in love with heeseung lately </3

you love lee heeseung—you loved him, you did.

there was no denying it, he was an amazing boyfriend—perfect, even. your break up wasn't something you could call a bad ending, far from it. it was a mutual decision on both of you, it was something you both agreed on despite everything.

three years was all it took, three wonderful years of your life, three of it that you would come to treasure in the years to come. coming to terms of remaining as friends instead of strangers, your friends were even more bewildered. because really, who would still be friends with their ex? who would even want that?

“you still have feelings for him,” sunoo pointed out. “don’t deny it!” he shoots as quickly as you try to open your mouth with a quick retort with the high possibility of denying it, he surmised.

“i don’t have feelings for him, thank you very much.” you dismissed, getting back to what you were doing. “we’re really just friends now, acquaintances if you will.”

he narrows his eyes on you, not believing a word you say, but he lets it go with a puff shaking his head.

“you know what they say about exes staying friends. either you never loved each other at all, or you still have feelings—either way you’re not fooling me.” he says a matter of fact, helping himself in your fridge taking the mint chocolate.

you find your friend’s deduction to be ridiculous.

sometimes you catch yourself thinking of how he's doing. is he eating well? still staying up late until dawn because of his games? winning his league games? a small smile makes its way to your face at the same memories you share, somehow a bittersweet taste comes with it, yet it's still tucked away somewhere where your other moments lie, shaking your head away from it as quickly as it came. letting the thought simmer away to the backs of your mind.

lee heeseung was a fond memory you keep, but nonetheless he was just a memory still.

love was something you held for lee heeseung before, you don't really know what to call it now. maybe you wouldn't love someone for a long time as you have loved lee heeseung.

after all, what you knew as your greatest love was too great to be forgotten at all.

—

love was bound to find its way to you again, heeseung thinks.

you were like a force of nature that comes like you belong to everything, to every good little thing heeseung can ever name of. like everything was made to be the way it is just for you

—and somehow he also used to believe he was also made just for you.

that was before the fallout. now he believes that maybe after pining over you for many years and being your friend just the same, maybe this was where he should've always been. not to hold you like lovers do, not to kiss you as much as a friendship does not require, and definitely not to have you in any way that would be deemed more than what relationship you had returned to.

just friends. nothing more, nothing less.

it's useless, though. the glass in his hands is cold. misery was rather more of a warm company to heeseung, too familiar even. the lights at the bar were dimmed down adding more somber to the mood, and it is like the universe is playing some sort of twisted tricks on him. just to remind how hollow it is, how the world was actually big, it's too cold—it's lonely.

everything was becoming too much and not enough all the same.

drinking was never a good idea, it never was for heeseung. you'd always tell him that he gets so lost in it that he forgets just how many he downs and it leaves him away into the night with a smile and fits of giggles that are contagious and slurred words that he always tries to utter.

it's stupid, he was stupid.

but atleast he had you then, the one who would take care of him if he has one of too many or maybe crawl up into his lap when he's gaming away into the night and you'd just do it because you'd rather have his warmth near you than settle with the thought of having him in the same room. or times when you would just run up to him and like it's engraved in his veins to have you in his arms and hold you like forever was never enough of a time to describe how much he wants you. forever was too less of a time, a life with you would be more and to those other lives he will get to have you seems more promising.

forever is too much of a word for lee heeseung. if your lives were to part, may he always find you in the next and the comings. for him to never take another heart that does not belong to you. may lee heeseung love you to every time, to be born in the same universe as you, the same time, the same place.

three lifetimes, three wonderful lives you both had, and he thinks it is simply not enough.

he begs the heavens to let him be made just for you once more. because forever in one, will never be something to call what you have.

eternity suits you better, he thinks.

—

the night strolls, the stars are twinkling with the hopes of catching an eye.

this night feels a little more dreadful than the last. the drink he had down a few minutes ago keeps him warm in the night, setting itself in his stomach. heeseung has spent away the after hours this way, a routine that has eaten him alive to its core. it's not an ideal lifestyle, but he continues anyway.

he strolls without a place in mind, after all he has lost home once and wherever you are, his heart resides.

you are everything that heeseung has prayed for.

as familiar buildings meet his eyes and it brings back some memories he had kept away. treacherous. suddenly he finds himself in your street, a few blocks away from where you are. he can knock, he can ask you, he can stay, but he was a stranger altogether. so, the best thing heeseung takes rather than doing all of those things? was to sober up and leave.

mortality has never been kind to him. and everything he has kept in his heart was torn from its home and never to be returned like the sands that slithers away from the storm.

and he had begged at everything that would hear him. because the sand had gone out of the hourglass too soon than what he had always hoped for. time has never been his friend, after all, what time would be fond of something going against it? fate was too cruel to you. but you had embraced it just the same.

how could he ever subject you to the same fate once more? a string tied to you or not, he would rather see you with the colors of life.

and as if this time—for once, mercy has taken pity on him. because as his heel turns he hears the front door of your home, and he shouldn't look, he shouldn't stop, he should go. but you're just still you, right? the always loveable you.

“heeseung?”

oh how he has missed your voice.

against his very judgement he turns around.

there you are by the porch of your home wrapped in a blanket protecting you from the chills of the night and you seem comfortable, you always are. he stops just as his mind tells him the opposite (how could lee heeseung ever say no to your very being?).

and he couldn't stop—heeseung has loved you for a very long time and it feels like it's the only language he can speak to answer your call.

you descend down on your stairs, with a small shy walk on your feet towards him. he feels dizzy, have you always been this pretty?

he tries to say something, anything, but you seem to knock the air out of his chest every time, he releases a breath he's been holding, “hey.”

if you knew better you think heeseung seemed to be full of life when he is with you, like a flower who basks in the sun. you don't know what to say to him, is there any words to describe whatever you were feeling? he knew everything about you, he read you like a diary he has memorized all his life, when words fail you, heeseung comes to answer it.

you couldn't really remember now why you broke up, too many talks, too many faults, too many problems that pile up as time wanes. but you missed him, you miss him too much now to remember why.

“it’s cold,” he begins. its obvious, but what could he possibly tell you?

it's weird now, his eyes are still the same and yet you find yourself wanting it just the same, “yeah, it is.”

silence passes you, it's not uncomfortable, it's not heavy—you're relieved.

“i should probably go.” he should, but is it a sin to say you want him to stay? you pursed your lips in contempt, you should say something.

heeseung may claim to be someone who keeps his words, but right now his feet feel heavy, like his anchored to where he stands—in front of you. he waits for you to utter anything to him, a small hope of you stopping him. to make it feel it was okay to want you like this, to be in your presence.

the silence beckoned you to speak before you can even think of it. “it’s already late..” it's embarrassing, almost as if you were too left open in his eyes again, “..you can stay, if you'd like.”

a second clock and a pin drop, heeseung adorned a soft smile on his lips and as if he was on the same wavelength as you he utters words he thought he couldn't ever tell you, “i missed you.”

“i know,” and it's not obnoxious, it's a truth that you know well, its a fact that you know deep in your bones, “i missed you too.”

and everything was happening in the blink of an eye, his arms are around you and he breathes your scent in. despite the blanket around you, his warmth burns more and you love it—some things just never change.

lee heeseung will never meet what could’ve been, would’ve been, what should’ve been you in that lifeline. your first life together would always be a mystery to the both of you. he misses you, more than he remembers.

he hopes he doesn't lose you again.

“i’ve got a lot to pine about. i’ve got a lot to live without. so rest well, hm? we’ll see each other again.”

—excerpt from (1500’s), A Hundred Years And A Lifetime, letters of Evan Lee to his wife by a Nameless Laureate poet.

[wintersoldiersoul]

Bucky x reader- super angsty but fluff ending

In a relationship, bucky doesn't want reader going on mission because it's a hydra Misson, they argue and don't talk to each other, bucky hears reader get hurt and he hears her say "im sorry buck, i love you" and then her comms go out and he can't do anything to help because he's pinned down and by the time he gets to her she's bleeding out and passed out and bucky is breaking down apologising and saying he didn't mean anything of what he said etc and I dunno how you would wanna end it

A/N: So sorry it took me so long to get to this request!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, throwing up, lots of angst and fluff

“Bucky, stop it!” You shouted. “I’m going on this mission, okay? I can handle myself.” You had been having this fight all morning. The mission you were going on was extremely dangerous. You were basically marching right into the center of Hydra. 

“I am begging you,” Bucky pleaded. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“You do realize I’m a superhero in my own right? I don’t need you to protect me!” You snapped back. You knew he just wanted to protect you, but the fact that he acted like you weren’t capable of this made you angry. You had spent years fighting with the Avengers back when he was still the Winter Soldier. You had fought aliens and bionic humans and monsters. You didn’t need him to help you.

“I know but you don’t understand. They know we’re together. That means you have a target on your back. They’d do anything to hurt you because it would hurt me!” You almost felt bad but you had to stand up for yourself. You weren’t some helpless little girl.

“You’re being stupid! I thought you were smarter than this, Y/N. You’re acting like a child!” Bucky said, matching the stern tone of your voice.

“I don’t care! Let me be stupid then!” You left your room, slamming the door on your way out to go meet everyone at the jet. Bucky followed shortly after and the team got ready to leave. 

The two of you didn’t say a word to each other on the flight across the world to Europe. The tension between the two of you hung heavy in the air, casting a fog over the entire jet. Everyone could tell something was going on, but no one dared to ask. Your relationship was incredibly passionate - full of love that could burn the world down. But the same principle applied when you fought.

You were paired up with Natasha, splitting off from Bucky, Steve, and Tony when you arrived. You subtly snuck around the Hydra base, using your spy skills to remain hidden. You had been trained by the Red Room like Natasha, turning you into a silent killer full of stealth and surprises.

“Status?” Bucky spoke through the com device in your ear.

When you didn’t immediately make a move to respond, Natasha filled him in. “There’s agents everywhere. We’re hidden right now but we gotta make a move soon.”

“Same here,” Bucky answered.

An agent passed by but didn’t spot the two of you. All at once, you and Natasha passed, jumping onto the man's shoulders from behind and snapping his neck. “One down, a hundred to go,” you smirked at Nat. You could do this. You could prove to Bucky that you didn’t need his help.

Steve updated everyone, panting through the coms that they were deep into battle now. You and Natasha took a more subtle approach, trying to remain as hidden as possible before sneaking up and stealthily taking out agents as you could. Everything was going well. It was all under control.

Until you felt the gun against your head.

“Don’t move a damn muscle,” a low russian accent purred in your ear. “I’ve got you right where I want you,” he said, dragging the gun from your temple around to the base of your neck. Your arms were pinned behind you. You couldn’t move.

Natasha was too far away, locked into her own battle with an agent. A battle that she was winning but one that could easily go wrong if she turned her focus. You wanted to scream out but you were terrified that if you did, the man would shoot.

In the blink of an eye, the man who was holding you pulled out a knife and sliced your thigh deeply. You couldn’t help the cry that escaped your mouth as he did it, grabbing Natasha’s attention just as she finished off her victim.

“Y/N!” She ran over to you but was sidetracked by another agent stepping in her path.

“What’s going on?” Bucky’s voice rang out in your ears. “Y/N? Natasha?” Panic was evident in his voice. “Someone talk to me!”

“Bucky!” You cried out, hoping he would show up any second to save you. “Help me!”

The Hydra agent laughed, hearing your calls for the man. “You’re Barnes’ girl, aren’t you?” He laughed, coldly. “Oh, we’re gonna have fun.” His voice sent chills down your spine.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Where are you?” His voice came through your ear.

“I-I don’t know!” You answered. “He-has me!”

“I’m coming, baby, I’m coming. Are you hurt?”

You were still terrified each time you answered, expecting that the man would pull the trigger every time you opened your mouth. But if these were your last moments, you wanted to spend them talking to the love of your life.

“Y-yes,” you choked out.

“Alright, I think I’ve been nice enough to let this go on for so long,” the russian accent spoke before ripping the comms out of your ear and smashing it on the ground.

“No!” You cried out. The blood you were losing from your leg was already making you feel dizzy. A puddle of crimson from your body began to pool on the ground. 

“I was gonna shoot you in the head,” the man behind you whispered in your ear, making you feel sick. “But it would be such a shame to mess up this pretty face.”

Before you could even register what was going on, the gun was pressed to your back and a bullet was fired into your body. He shot you two more times. The man laughed as he walked away, leaving you to bleed out alone on the floor. Natasha had left, you had no idea where she had gone. She didn’t mean to abandon you, she really thought you’d be able to get out of your situation on your own while she completed the mission.

Across the building, Bucky was frantic. “Y/N? Talk to me! Where are you, baby?” He was panicking. One minute you were talking to him and then you were just…gone. His worst fear was coming true.

He sprinted as far as he could, dodging Hydra agents left and right, taking them out with the metal arm that they had put on his body.  He swore he had never run faster in his entire life. He knew back at their post, Steve and Tony were still fighting, yelling at him as he sprinted away. He knew he’d be in trouble later. But he didn’t care. He only cared about you.

But he was intercepted by more agents. Suddenly, he was pinned down, completely unable to move. “Y/N!” He yelled out again while he thrashed. He didn’t even care that these men would probably kidnap him again. Turn him back into the Winter Soldier. All he cared about was reaching you.

He tried as hard as he could, thrashing and squirming. Time was running out. He didn't know exactly what had happened to you, but he knew you didn't have long. Especially with the nature of the enemy you were dealing with.

After minutes of trying to escape the agent's grasp, he was able to free his metal arm, punching hard and knocking down the agent who had his legs. He was then able to use more strength to fight, taking down each person who had tried to separate him from the love of his life.

He was sick when he saw you, bending over to throw up at the sight in front of him. You were laying on the ground, still as a rock. Blood stained the concrete below you. He swore he had never seen so much blood come from one person at once. 

“Y/N!” He screamed out, running over to you. Your eyes were closed. “Y/N, wake up! Wake up, please!” He cried. “Oh my god, please!” He chanted over and over, trying to get you to open your eyes while putting pressure on you to stop the bleeding as much as possible. 

Suddenly there was a gasp from your frame. “B-bucky!” You called out weakly using every ounce of strength you could. “I love you.” 

“I love you, angel. So much. I didn’t mean a word I said! Please just hang on! Please! I can’t watch you die right now.” Tears streamed down his face as he spoke.

"So...tired," you said weakly, your eyes fluttering between opened and closed.

"I know, baby, I know," he stroked your hair. "But you gotta stay awake, okay? You gotta fight."

"What's going on, Buck?" Steve spoke in his ear.

"It's bad, Steve. I gotta get her to a hospital. Now," he said, through tears.

"Alright. It's clear now. You can take her."

Bucky swore time moved in slow motion as you waited for an ambulance. He held your hand the entire time, terrified every time your eyes closed for more than a second. You kept drifting in and out of consciousness even as the paramedics began to work on you in the vehicle. He couldn't believe this was really happening. If he lost you, his entire world would stop.

9 hours and an emergency surgery later, you were still unconscious but stable. He sat by your hospital bed, eyes red from crying, still holding your hand.

"Baby, I don't know if you can hear me right now," he said to your unconscious body. "But I need you to wake up. I need you to come back to me. I can't do this without you, I-" he paused as his voice broke. "I never thought I'd have any good in my life again. And then I found you. And I can't lose you. I don't know what I'll do. I don't know who I am without you." Tears wet his face as he spoke. "Please, baby. My darling. Please, come back to me."

He didn't leave your side all night. He waited and waited for hours, not sleeping or eating. He was terrified to not be watching you even for a second.

The sun was rising the next morning and he was exhausted and scared and he just wanted you. His head was in his metal hand as he cried, still holding yours with his flesh one, when he felt it. It was small, but he felt it. The subtle squeeze from your hand. "Y/N?" he said, immediately lifting his head.

You groaned softly, eyes still closed. "Am I dead?" You asked as you very slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the light.

"No, baby," he sniffed, getting up and kissing your forehead. "You're not dead. You're alive. Oh my god, you're alive."

[hhughes]

Need Jack and Nico trying to convince her

“c’mon vi, don’t you wanna see your favourite devil in action?” nico asks with a grin, knowing jack and luke were gonna protest that statement

“okay, captain dimples, relax. we all know im her favourite devs player. right vi?” jack cuts in shoving nico lightly from their position on the couch as he leans closer to the computer screen

“sure jacky, you’re my favourite,” violet admits, looking at luke and sending him an exaggerated wink, causing the taller boy to smile slightly. god he missed her. even though he saw her at the detroit game only a few days ago.

he couldn’t describe to anyone what it was like, going from being with her 24/7 to seeing her maybe once a month, if he’s lucky. jack calls them out all the time for being “codependent” or wherever but if jack ever met a girl he wanted to spend more than one night with, he’d understand luke’s frustration.

even then, he’s not really sure jack would understand the extent of how much luke was missing her. they’ve known each other practically their entire lives and haven’t gone without seeing each other for more than three weeks max since grade 9. long distance fucking sucked, and he definitely wasn’t built for it. but he didn’t even feel like he could tell her that, because violet was a pro at just about anything she set her mind to, long distance included.

their phone calls were always filled with everything she’s been up to from classes, to dance, to coaching dance, to the big win the guys pulled off against ohio and the party afterwards. if she didn’t tell him that she missed him about 20 times during the call, he wouldn’t be able to tell that she does, probably because she’s so busy and she doesn’t even realize how much time passes before they see each other again. but luke’s busy too, and it still feels like forever for him.

sometimes it felt like she had this whole other life in michigan that he just wasn’t apart of anymore and you would think since this is their second year of long distance they would be at least a little used to it by now, but luke still gets chest pains just thinking about it.

“look guys I gotta go. I honestly don’t think I can swing it but I’ll think about it okay. just don’t get your hopes up,” violet says and all three guys nod

“even if you can’t swing the vancouver game, come to one of the home games soon then. s’a lot closer than van. i’ll fly you in myself, miss you,” jack mumbles, and violet smiles at him. her and jack had grown closer this past summer (if that was even possible) and she had missed him almost as much as her boyfriend these last few weeks.

“miss you too jacky,” violet replies and luke leans forward, reaching to grab the laptop and perching it on his lap so only he’s in the camera, despite the other two guys still sitting next to him

“okay baby. i’ll talk to you soon yeah? probably wednesday when we’re with quinn. i’m sure he’d love to say hi. i love you, get some rest,” luke says, heart squeezing when violet leans forward and kisses the camera

“miss you so much lu. and I love you so so much. i’ll text you tonight okay?” she greets, ending the call when luke nods in response.

“man I don’t know if I liked it more when you guys were oblivious to how in love you were or now that you’re so obvious about it,” jack states, fake gagging and their captain lets out a chuckle

“what was the story of you guys in high school and college anyway? i’ve heard a lot of things. . .” nico says and luke frowns at him

“heard a lot of things from who?” he asks, wondering whose been going around taking about his relationship.

“sheamo mostly. some of the guys have been asking him what you were like in college,” nico says and luke shrugs

“not much to tell really. we’re childhood friends, caught feelings, got together,” luke says and jack scoffs

“sure. you’re missing the 5 or 6 years where you guys were silently pining for one another just because you wouldn’t admit you had feelings,” jack says and luke sighs, rolling his eyes at his brother and getting up from the couch as jack begins to tell nico all the details he knows, not in the mood to stroll down memory lane on how long it took him and vi to pull their heads out of their asses.

“swear hockey players gossip more than the old ladies at grandmas weekly book club,” luke mutters, making his way to his room, planning to look at the calendar and arrange a time to fly his girl out.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 4 Match 4

propaganda below the cut! (massive wall of text warning)

Miki Berenyi:

"shes the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. her hair is amazing and she's just gorgeous idk what else to say or how to fathom her beauty"

"I met miki berenyi a few weeks ago and shes the coolest and nicest person I've ever met so down to earth and nice and lovely which imo makes her incredibly hot"

"Founding mother of Shoegaze"

"I want to hold miki so tenderly and tell her jokes that make her laugh like we’re childhood friends and have a sleepover where we do each others makeup and then fuck so nasty the neighbors get alarmed and debate with each other whether or not to call the cops"

Brian Molko:

"Gender"

"IM GOING TO EAT HER. He is soooo beautiful and freakish and small and weird and girlfriend and tiny like a little princess bug fairy. Literally gorgeous she has to win"

"When he flipped over the table with the little limp wrist.... someone find the video"

"1998 woman of the year"

"Brian Molko is peak gender envy, gender bending and being yourself without caring about other people's opinion, on top of all that he is a great guitarist that writes amazing songs"

"Brian’s gonna win this. I think we all kinda know that."

"Tumblrinas would be nothing without Brian molko"

"Kills her kills her kills her kills her kills her kills him kills her. He's my everything <3"

"He came 10th in the list of hottest women sometimes in the 90s. Gender goals."

"No one in the world can sound so nasal and look so angelic....."

"don't you wish you had his gender"

"Single-handedly took my gender by the scruff of the neck and threw it in a washing machine at full speed. He talked about not expecting to "get away with" passing as a woman to the degree that he did when he started purposely presenting feminine. He talked about the importance to fuck with people's heads through his appearance and behaviour, the importance of ambiguity. About how being in the band allowed him to do stuff he couldn't have done otherwise, to exaggerate some of his traits. He had the fuck ass bob makeup nail polish dresses stuff down, but not in an overly sophisticated way, especially in the early career 90s days the vibe was more shabby punk rock chick. Also he fantasized about being in an all-girl band called Skirt and playing guitar and singing backing vocals in drag. According to a 1997 melody maker interview bandmate steve hewitt called him "the most confused woman he's ever known". And if you go down that rabbit hole there's just more of this. Lots of material to focus on if you like genderweird bisexual unclean libertines (song ref) who will just say Anything in interviews. It's fun."

"I've drawn him as saints and martyrs such as saint sebastian and joan of arc. Or all bloody lying in a wet alley after being thrown out of a club. Or unconscious on a snowy road. Or dying in a glue trap. Or shocked after seeing a dead body. Also as a nun and as rose mcgowan in the doom generation. This is because I'm normal."

"She's a sick little angel faced freak. My theythem girlboy queen. He reminds me of an ant. He's like 5 foot 4 or something. My goth girl boyfriend. <3"

[danepopfrippery]

Ive been thinking (drinking) and i think overall the biggest hit to me personally was Izzy, as a disabled person, found love and acceptance he had shunned before.

Do you know how rare that is for disabled/chronically ill ppl?! We usually lose our partners, our families think we’re faking or being a nuisance, friends disappear, etc.

I always felt so accepted in the ofmd community til too god damned many ppl started up w ‘izzy deserved to be disabled’ girl by that logic ed shouldve lost his head. Physically.

Do u know how many obnoxious christians love to tell us we did something to deserve to be disabled? (My hoar mother told me i have ra cuz i dont pray to jesus, said 6 years into having it and she told others but now claims she never did the lying bitch).

Im sure ive been a lil rat bastard in my lifetime but the fact trumps still walking and winning tells u everything u need to know about pain = cuz ur bad somehow.

Ofmd gave it to me…then took it away. Destroyed me. My safe place is gone. Dont worry ill shut up soon

[badnew2005]

i feel like all i’m talking ab this season is dennis and running away and how he’s finally emotionally returned from north dakota he’s trying so hard to stop running and be stationary BUT !!! it keeps shining through like dennis struggles to improve his mental health a season long arc IS REAL !!!!!! there are a thousand billion ways to read dennis as johnny but i can’t stop thinking about dennis using the johnny caricature the mask to explore and experiment with that part of himself that kept him running.

ireland dennis obsessed with authenticity bringing it to such a fake degree. obsessed with authenticity of the specific situation he is in rather than his general every day life. he’s still running away. wins the big game message when you embrace who you are then you win then life is good and enjoyable BUT HE MISSED IT !!!!! he was in north dakota !!!!!!!!! he was running and hiding. ireland when you love someone you never ever leave them behind realisation and acceptance he doesn’t need to keep running. reaching that conclusion a couple of years later than the gang, later than mac, as he always is one to do.

we’re like half way through the season and he’s been TRYING. trying so hard to be good and happy and not get riled up over small things. he’s trying to be stationary and be happy with who he is BUT ITS HARD !!!! it’s itching and raw! another season theme i’ve predicted is the cat poking his head out of the wall. it’s all happening as johnny. exploring who he is and who he can be, rather than the person he’s spent years thinking he Should be (seen with maureen and mandy). everything about him he’s kept private hidden down deep he’s using johnny to be public with. and macs just a boy in love !!!!! fuck !!!!! mac being in love with johnny confirmation that he is likeable, LOVEABLE even. that part of dennis he hates so so much he’s so terrified of letting loose. it won’t be the end of the world. restructuring his view of himself. he’s old and tried and can’t keep running, he doesn’t Want to keep running, BUT ITS HARD !!!! it’s so much harder than he ever thought it could be (and he Knew it would be difficult and painful that’s what kept him running! because running away was easier and comfier than facing reality ……. clip show i’m ALWAYS thinking about you!)

he’s ran away from mac before because he could see through him but now ??? mac can’t see it’s him. even against screaming proof mac won’t accept that he’s johnny. from macs pov there’s anger, anger that he can’t feel because he can’t confront dennis so he stays in denial. and dennis is angry with himself too, there’s plenty of self hatred behind using the mask of johnny. he’s spent years pushing mac away screaming at him to move on…. but dennis won’t let go he won’t physically let mac move on. everything i’ve ever loved has claw marks on. he’s clinging onto everything so desperately (clip show & chokes IM THINKIHG OF YOUUUUU) but can’t communicate what he actually wants. he can’t admit it to himself first and foremost there’s no way he’s saying out loud point blank to mac. who could go and Tell Everyone. he hates himself for loving mac for not being able to let go. he hates himself for running away and pushing and biting and then crawling back begging on his knees to go back in time.

he hates that mac came out and it changed everything and he hates that he can’t do the same. mac can’t confront dennis about his anger out of fear he’s going to run again, but ALL DENNIS WANTS is that confrontation. he Wants to be forced to be dragged screaming and kicking out of the closet like mac was. he doesn’t want to be brave and have to take that massive leap by himself. it’s too big too far !!!! he’s spent years making sure nobody suspects him or dares says anything. he was ready to suffocate in that wall. why should he have to follow that second cat out of the darkness why can’t the bird pull him out anymore (because he mauled and killed the bird. severed any chance of anyone else helping him out of the closet.)

why does he have to do it all himself now. everyone else begged mac to come out, they all knew for mac, why can’t they do the same for him. obviously they’re Not going to ! once upon a time he made sure they never ever will !!!!!!! it’s again dennis and communication, wanting everything “to go back to normal” to go back to how it was for everyone to forget what he said and did but they can’t. and they won’t. crawling back home takes time and effort and a lot more than opening the front door. you have to rebuild the foundations and structure too. the cat has made the wall his home, destroying dees apartment to keep himself safe, hidden and enclosed in the wall. he can’t change his mind one day and want to get pulled out without explicitly saying something, making amends.

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

I feel like I may have fucked up a lot of things, and for some reason I cant stop. Lost my bf, childhood best friend, and now my new best friend. I really miss him tbh, but it’ll be fine. I think the only way I can fix things and bring some form of balance to my life is to just ghost everyone. I think a lot of things would’ve been better for everyone had I just left every single person I know alone. There has to be something wrong with me, even when I try to be better somehow I find a way to ruin any connection I have to people. The only way out is stop connecting. There’s no point anyways, I dont want to talk to anyone I dont want to tell people things anymore I want to just be alone forever. I need a break from life, sometimes existing is too much like sometimes I feel a little too alive or a little too emotional. Probably cause I feel everything intensely, even when I feel nothing I feel like in absolute. Its horrible how quickly things can turn. My mind is not somewhere I want to be, and its sad how much my brain hates me. I dont have anyone around anymore, and its all my own fault. Maybe I should just move on from everything and everyone. I think there’s something about being alone that I love though, maybe that’s why I do things that push people away. So that no one needs me around, im not reliable for a reason. This letter is all over the place im sorry. I just want a break from everything like just one little break. I’ll deal with it at some point but I just cant anymore I dont want to. As bad as life was this time last year I would go back to it all at least I always knew what to expect. Now its just non stop change and im not ready for it. As bad as he was at least I had someone. The best thing to do is just detach for a little while. I dont know how long, but I know I need to just leave everything. Its just scary to be by myself , no one has ever been crueller to me than I have.i keep trying to cry but I just cant. I dont know what’s wrong with me like how did this all happen when did I change and how did I not see it happen. The thing is does it really matter? Like does anything even actually matter? No one actually cares so what does anything matter?  

Lately ive been feeling nothing and I cant cry anymore. I just feel nothing but not numb but numb in a way idk how to explain it. Maybe I just need time to myself, away from people. The thing is I dont like myself. I dont want to be alone but I cant stand being around people. I want to be left alone but I hate myself. No winning I suppose. Its weird how much I wanted to end my life before and now I just live with the self hate lol. My eating disorder is back like completely. Funny thing is now that I look like I did before, my mom said that I finally look like myself again. That made me laugh. Thing is lately thoughts of bulimia have been in my mind. Like if I eat something then I think I could just throw it up and it’ll be like it never happened. Isn’t having a sick mind the best? 

love, 

s<3

Ps. Thank you for always listening.. I know in some other reality we’re friends, and im telling you this over ice cream. unfortunately, in this one you are somewhere I dont know, and I am too. love u.

[star-girl69]

AHHHH YOURE SO ADORABLE.

Damnnn fake gagging??? 😭😭I didn't know I was that baddddd. What can a girl do when she's soooo down bad.

How is your maths working out sooooo neat. I have the worst handwriting ever and then my thought process is wack so like everything always ends up in different areas yk.

Chemistry calculations are the worst and it doesn't help that I also despise chem with a passion but bio calculations make me actually wanna drop school and pursue other career options(🤭).

Mrs.B sounds like a B fr fr like why sooo mean. Don't stress about your writing too much. As always I believe in youuuu❤️

- ❤️

(Nooooo don't beee sadddd I'm sorry honey. I think our time difference is hugee. I am also training and working a lot so I sleep a lot and my schedule is haywire but trust, you always on my mind❤️❤️)

🤭🤭🤭🤭

(also sorry AGAIN i read this in the middle of my 2 hour class and then spent a lot of time smiling at the floor instead of paying attention but now i’m home and can sit down and properly reply it’s like we’re exchanging letters LMAO)

NO LIKE i mean i’m having fun! i like it if you couldn’t tell LMAOO i’m giggling and kicking my feet! i think you are doing exactly what a girl should do when she is down bad 🤭🤭 she just hates to see a real bitch (me) win (be happy) (im mostly kidding we love each other fr)

omg i thank god everyday that i have at least somewhat decent handwriting but real on the thought process being wack… especially w math like i go all over the place that’s probs why it’s my worst subject

boooooooo you just don’t understand the magic of chemistry it’s amazing!!!!! like omg nomenclature??? i loved that unit sm!!!! the first test of the year i literally got a 100/100 likkkeeee also i LOVE nuclear chem but anyways.

wait hold on i already took bio but i don’t remember CALCULATIONS??? but i think it might be diff considering my bio course is called living environment where i live

OK NO. NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!! MRS B IS THE SWEETEST MOST NICEST PROFOUND AMAZING PERSON IN THE WORLD LIKE I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE CHANGES MY LIFE ON THE DAILY BUT SOMETIMES SHES A LITTLE BLUNT

today she gave me and my bff honey chocolate hearts and once she gave us bread (there’s a picture somewhere of me and my friend walking through the hall with slices of bread in our mouths) and also she brought in a crockpot of spaghetti and force fed me I DONT LIKE MARINARA SAUCE i was like “no thank you!” and she said “ADDIE WHAT!! NO NO YOU EAT THE PASTA”

haha… i’ll try not to stress but i think we all know how that will work out…

(i headcanon england for you btw or like some sort of european country around there bc like…. “mathS” and “apologiSe” and also the whole cm thing. wait what are you training for like a marathon or is that just supposed to mean like you just go to the gym? anyways i hope you don’t overwork yourself ☹️ ☹️also i think YOU should tell ME about YOUR day 😍)

(well ig i feel a little bit better if i’m always on your mind 🤭🤭🤭) (you’re always on mine tho 💋)

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

I'm curious what you think would happen to the world if Gideon had gotten the two journals. Would Stan have ever been able to bring Ford back? Would Bill have been able to start Wierdmagedon? Because the whole reason Bill gets involved is because Dipper stops Gideon.

So if Gideon never loses.... (Ignoring the whole Mabel thing >.>)

Then he'd... would he have even tried to become mayor? With the amulet the townspeople probably would have made him mayor eventually anyway. But do you think Gideon would be satisfied with Gravity Falls and the Mystery Shack alone? Would Gideon eventually bring Ford back?

thank ya for the questions, i appreciate it! (genuine)

this might be a bit disorganized, sorry- just getting out all my thoughts as they happen. did try to answer them in order though!

to answer the first one- gideon did actually have two of the journals at one point! he stole journal 3 for dipper in gideon rises and then promptly had them stolen back by stan

you mentioned the amulet, so in this scenario, he probably either got another journal early or the amulet never broke. regardless, I think everything could still play out relatively the same? mostly the same, anyway.

which. actually, he could very much still lose his journals again in this scenario- we’ll just turn this into an au where that simply doesn’t happen! we’re also gonna say the townsfolk never find out he was spying on them in this au

since we’re ignoring everything he does regarding mabel, i won’t talk much about gideonland

anyway- stan was mostly done with the portal by the time mabel and dipper come to the shack, so he almost definitely could’ve finished it without the other two journals. it would just take longer (possibly long enough that he only gets it open after the kids head home which would be a really interesting fic to read on its own-)

that’s only if gideon never takes over the shack, though. stan can’t fix the portal if he’s not even there and this is an especially bad situation for him because he just kicked out. again.

whether or not bill starts weirdmaggedon really depends on whether or not gideon is actually able to get the portal started. highly doubt he’d be able to get fiddleford’s help with it-

bill could probably tell gideon about the basement, though. ‘oh, you want to know the code? let’s make a deal :)’ maybe something gideon would summon him again for (which also brings up the question of if stan brought journal 1 with him or not- or if he even had time to grab it)

it would take even longer for gideon to start up the portal. he’s a ten year old kid, no way he’d be able to figure it out unless it was a bill possessing gideon situation. bideon. bud might be able to help a bit, but his mechanical know-how probably wouldn’t get them too far on their own- they don’t know theoretical physics like stan does

so either bill makes a deal and finishes the portal himself, or he convinces gideon to somehow get stan back working on it again

(doubt bill could convince stan to do it on his own. stan saw the state ford was in before getting stuck in the portal, he saw the triangle imagery everywhere, he does not trust this at all)

anyway, mayor stuff! im not sure if gideon actually could run for mayor, since he’s ten. bud did run for mayor that one time though, so it’s possible gideon could have his dad keep up the appearance of being mayor, while he’s really the one pulling the strings

(never watched that episode much, so i don’t actually remember if that’s what happened. gideon making bud run for mayor, i mean)

the townspeople do love gideon’s whole shtick though, so who knows, maybe he could actually run for mayor. at the very least, if bud focused his campaign around gideon, it’s very likely he’d win

during gideon’s whole speech about the journals, he specially says that if they were brought together, they could ‘open a gateway to unimaginable power’. he also imagines himself towering over the town with fire behind him during part of that, so y’know? maybe he’s into weirdmaggedon (talk about foreshadowing)

anyway, it seems gideon’s mainly after power here, so running for mayor does seem like something he’d be interested in. also seems like he likes a bit of destruction, so that too.

would he be satisfied with just the town and the shack? probably not- he would still very much want to ruin the lives of the pines family even more. he’d also still be after mabel (which we won’t be going into detail about because you said you were ignoring that part for this)

gideon clearly admires the author, so if he found out that said author was currently trapped in the portal, he probably would make an attempt to bring him back. as for how he’d figure that out- either bill giving him incentive to open the portal or. stan. however that turns out.

either way- regardless of the specifics i do think that this would make for a really interesting au. especially in regards to what would happen with stan and also gideon trying to open the portal

[kazhewbrekker]

january book reviews

the stolen heir : holly black ⭐⭐⭐⭐

it took me about a week to read this book and by that i mean i read half, wasn’t impressed, took a week and came back and finished it. like with the cruel prince, the beginning and middle of this book aren’t all that exciting in my opinion, but holly takes the cake as usual for her incredible endings. honestly at this point reading a holly black book is worth it just to see how she wraps it. but yeah, i think it was a good starting point for the duology, im positive the prisoner’s throne will be better, as was the case with tcp > twk. im happy to say towards the end i had really connected with oak and suren/wren, however i feel like despite how fun of a concept it is to put wren and jude in direct opposition its...hm, bad ? to clarify, i wish that i felt conflicted on who’s side i was rooting for. but even if wren was in the right, which...bridle aside she isnt, i would still be in jude’s corner simply because even with all the time spent with wren it’s not enough to...connect with her on the same level as i did with jude. and thats a heavy ask to be fair; jude is one of my favorite character’s in the ya/new adult genre. but i think a understandable worry with this duology is that the folk of the air series might overshadow this new story holly black is trying to tell. i can’t say definitively if it has or has not, but i think she’s done a better job of balancing the new characters and plots with reference to the old. it’ll really be a testament to how well she can keep both separate and important in the next book as she’s hinted that jude and cardan will have a bigger role (which makes sense, since we’re uhh going to war. uh oh).

the invisible life of addie la rue : v.e. schwab ⭐⭐⭐

i read 60% of this book probably over a year ago. maybe two. on a plane. this is a reoccurring problem. but i gotta say, schwab is the queen of concepts. she hasn’t had a single book concept that i wasn’t at least a little intrigued by. unfortunately, uhh, this doesn’t always translate to an interesting plot. the beginning of this book is good, it’s engaging (as far as i remember), bestie lost me when she introduced the most uninteresting man in the world: what’s-his-name. no actually, what was his name--hold on--henry ! his name is henry. he is boring. i understand his purpose in the story, but uhh, the most interesting thing about that man was...the deal he made with the devil i guess ? and that gets revealed so late in the game you have to wade through addie being infatuated with this Regular Guy (not that i blame her when he’s the only one that can remember her), but god, yeah that’s a pretty comprehensive reason for me putting this book down for so long. the ending though, see this is the important part, the ending was very good. i was happily surprised how open-ended it was. though the hopeless romantic that lives deep inside my chest and chews on my bones will continue to believe that the dark could learn to love, okay. i don’t think that should be held against me, either way addie wins. slay queen.

daisy jones & the six : taylor jenkins reid ⭐⭐⭐

very different book from the two other before this, lol. im pretty sure i picked up this book offhandedly the last time i went to b&n, i read the seven husbands of evelyn hugo last year and wasn’t...super impressed ? authors tend to hit me a lot harder with their debuts then second or third releases. for some reason. i really respect reid for her use of journalism styles to tell these fictional stories, how much historical research probably goes into making everything seem realistic. i do think--as a personal opinion--writing about music is a very challenging thing. it’s very difficult to properly convey how music sounds, or feels, without being able to hear the music itself. (i feel the same about dancing, but that’ll probably come up another day). but the story is as much about the music as it is about the complex interweaving relationship of the characters in and outside of the band. shout out to my girl, camilla, the best character in that book. i think the most impressive thing to me about the book, besides the stylistic choices (aka the interview aspect), is how the waves minor characters like camilla or teddy or simone make deeply effect every aspect of the story. very akin to real life, there’s so many people that can change the game for you--especially for character’s like daisy and billy who are so deep in substance abuse and addiction at certain points. overall, really great book, the very last page made me laugh out loud.

beach read : emily henry ⭐⭐⭐⭐

emily henry books feel like a guilty pleasure to me at this point. i started reading her books on my flight to new york last summer, which is coincidentally where i picked up a physical copy of beach read that slept in my suitcase for uhh...six months ? anyways i finally decided to read her after talking about emily henry and her books with a friend of mine. it was a very good decision on my part--this is my favorite of her books. i feel like i need to start with the things i dont like about this book, lol. my biggest pet peeve with contemporary romance is that every single one of these characters is an author, or a publisher, or does something in the literary industry. please stop. i get thats where a lot of these authors have experience, it is their field, but jesus christ can we just have like. an illiterate main character. someone with an undeniable hatred for everything book-related. let’s be quirky and different...please ? all that said, january and gus have some actually great conversations about writer’s block and how it feels to write outside of your comfort zone. i’ll say out of all the books ive read in recent years that have to do with writers (another of which being an emily henry book 🙄), this is the best its been done in my opinion. the relationship development in this book is just very gradual and i love that, the fact that they knew each other before, but not deeply enough to be friends so we still get to see them get to know each other beyond their work is really important to me. sidenote: completely understand what january means when she’s talking about the sad and depressing shit people write about in an undergrad creative writing program. good lord. the heavy topics in this book felt very well handled in the context of...yknow a romance novel, it was kind of nice to have a love interest that wasn’t like...secretly a huge asshole who’s hiding the worst secret in the world. they had me worried for a second there when the exwife showed up, but the swerve at the last second was very appreciated. this book would have a very different review if that had been handled differently. lemme tell you, lol. overall, very enjoyable, probably the most fun ive had in this genre since the hating game. wow.

[ya9amicide]

The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter five

♡ newsies masterlist ♡ previous chapter ♡ next chapter ♡

summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

Jack and David are walking to Brooklyn at dawn.

“I've never been to Brooklyn,” David says, looking at Jack nervously. “This Spot Conlon…is he really as bad as they say?”

Jack sneakily looks down at their hands as they walk. They almost brush together as they swing by their sides. Realizing he’s waiting for an answer, Jack laughs lightly.

David smiles at her. “I say something funny? Come on, tell me–is he bad or not? What's the joke? Tell me, willya?”

She just shakes her head at him and continues laughing as they continue walking. They make their way to a rotted and decrepit pier. Hunched under the pier is a tough kid playing a harmonica, his eyes fixed on Jack and David as they cautiously approach through the no man's land of mud and junk. Boys appear all around them–behind them, to the side of them, in front of them–silently escorting them under the pier. David looks very nervous as they are halted, and the harmonica plays a signal, then stops abruptly. 

From behind some rotting timbers steps a young, roguish boy. He grins wickedly when he spots Jack. “If it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.”

Jack meets his challenging grin with one of her own. “You're movin' up in the world, Spot. Got an ocean view and everything.”

“So I'm hearin' things from little birdies in Harlem and Queens and all over. They're chirpin' in my ear: 'Jackie-boy's Newsies are playin' like they're goin' on strike–.”

“We're not playing–,” David cuts in. “We are on strike, it's–.”

Spot's eyes click like switchblades in David's direction, so do his henchmen's. “What's this, Jackie boy? Some kind of walkin' mouth?”

Jack looks at Spot, unintimidated. “Yeah, it's a mouth, a mouth with a brain. And if you got half-a-one you'll listen. Tell 'im, Davey.”

David looks at Jack wide-eyed. Scared to death, he starts as Spot's henchmen begin circling him like jackals. “Uh, we started the strike but…we can't do it alone, so we've been talkin' to Newsies all over the city.”

“So they told me. And what did they tell you?”

David looks nervously at the circling henchmen. “That…they're all waiting to see what Spot Conlon does. That you're the key.” As Spot puffs himself up, David sees an opening. “​​That Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous Newsie in New York…and probably everywhere else.” Spot signals the henchmen to stop circling and waits for more, lapping it up. “ And…if Spot Conlon joins the strike, they'll join and we'll be unstoppable so you gotta join and…well…you gotta!”

He trails off and Spot nods, turning to Jack. “You're right. Brains.” Spot’s voice hardens. “But I got brains, too–and more than half-a-one. How do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes atcha with a club? How do I know you're in it to win?”

“'Cause I'm tellin' you,” Jack tells him.

Spot purses his lips. “Not good enough, Jackie-boy. You gotta show me.” He turns and walks away and David exhales in relief.

Suddenly, Jack grabs a rope hanging from the wharf and swings in front of Spot. “Maybe you lost your guts, Spotty-boy.” Spot freezes. “Or maybe you traded 'em to some chicken for that beak of yours.” She steps up into Spot’s face. “Maybe you gotta show me you ain't afraid to join the strike.”

Murder seems to be in the air as David stands paralyzed and Spot’s henchmen are ready to explode. Spot's eyes are locked on Jack's for an excruciating moment, then Spot grins. “Nice try, pal. But that's just what I'm talkin' about.” He turns serious again. “Show me this strike ain't just some kids do-or-dare, then we'll talk.”

In Newsie Square the next morning, Jack and the other Newsies nervously begin to assemble. As David and Les arrive, David pulls Jack aside. “Is anyone else coming?” He asks her.

She looks at him dejectedly. “Don’t got a clue.”

Race walks up behind them with large strides. “Youse seen Spot Conlon, right? What’d he say?”

“Sure we seen him,” Jack says.

“Him and about twenty of his gang,” David confirms.

“And I gotta say, Spot was very impressed. Wasn’t he?” Jack plays it up sarcastically.

“I’d say.”

“So they’re with us?” Race asks hopefully.

David turns to face the rest of the Newsies. “That all depends on how you look at it. If you look and see Brooklyn, then they’re with us.”

“They wanted proof we’re not gonna fold at the first sign of trouble,” Jack says.

“Are we?” Finch asks.

“We are not!” She yells. “There’s us and Harlem–.”

Mush suddenly rushes into the square and up to Jack. “Not so fast, boss. Harlem wants to know what Brooklyn’s gonna do.”

“How about Queens?”

Specs happily put his arm around her shoulders. “Queens will be right here backing us up!”

“Ya see!” “As soon as they get the nod from Brooklyn!”

“I got the same fish-eye in midtown,” Race says.

The Delanceys suddenly walk by, opening the gate. “Say, Oscar,” Morris says, “looks like we got bum information about a strike happenin’ here today. Not that I’m complainin’.” He punches his fist into his other palm. “I know my skull-bustin’ arm could use a day of rest.”

Les watches the brothers walk away. “Are we doing the right thing?”

“Sure we are,” his brother tells him.

Racetrack steps forward nervously. “Maybe we should put this off a few days.”

“No. We can’t…,” David desperately turns to Jack. “Say something. Tell them if we back off now they will never listen to us again.”

She walks over to where the Newsies are crowding around. “We can’t back down now. No matter who does or doesn’t show. Like it or not, now is when we take a stand.”

Across the square, Denton lounges with his notebook, studying the Newsies as if he, too, were concerned about how serious they are.

“How’s about we just don’t show for work?” Finch asks. “That’ll send a message.”

No!” Jack complains. “They’ll just replace us. They need us to stand our ground.” She turns her attention to David desperately. “C’mon, Davey. Tell ‘em.”

Determined, David turns towards the Newsies. “Now is the time we seize the day. We have to stare down the odds! Minute by minute–that’s how we’ll win. We’ll find a way.” He goes around, Newsie to Newsies, trying to get them to see his points. “Courage cannot erase our fear. Courage is when we face our fear.” He walks to Crutchie and pats his shoulder, admiring the strike sign he made with his crutch. “We have to tell those in power, we will not obey.”

Jack steps up next to David, courage lacing her voice. “We’s a great battalion if we stand side by side. We gotta stand for our brothers, those who can’t follow through, and tell ‘em ‘we’ll fight for you too!’”

The circulation bell suddenly rings and Weisel comes out, the Delanceys flanking him and holding clubs. “The sun is up, the birds is singin’. It’s a beautiful day to crack some heads, ain’t it? Step right up and get your papes.”

Three scabs walk on and head toward the circulation window to collect their papers.

“Who are they?” David asks.

Jack scoffs. “They’re scabs!”

“If they think they can just waltz in here and take our jobs–,” Finch starts.

“Let’s soak ‘em, boys!” Romeo yells.

The Newsies move menacingly forward as the scabs collect their papers from the distribution window.

David runs in front of them, halting them in their steps. “No! We all stand together or we don’t have a chance!” He turns to Jack for help. “Jack!”

“All right. I know. I hear ya.” She goes to stand between the two groups. “Listen, fellas…I know somebody put youse up to this. Probably paid ya some extra money too. Yeah? Well, it ain’t right.” Her emotions start taking over and her voice cracks. “Pulitzer thinks we’re gutter rats with no–no respect for nothin’, includin’ each other. Is that who we are?” She starts getting mad now, taking a step closer to the scabs. “Well, we stab each other in the back and, yeah, that’s who we are. But if we stand together, we can change the whole game.”

Jack starts getting desperate, thinking about all of the boys she has to take care of and win this strike for. “And it ain’t just about us! All across the city there are boys and girls who ought to be out playin’ or goin’ to school. Instead, they’re slavin’ to support themselves and–and their folks!” She’s almost in tears by this point. “Ain’t no crime to bein’ poor, and not one of us complains that the work we do is hard. All we ask is a square deal! Fellas…for the sake of all the kids in every sweatshop, factory, and slaughterhouse in this town, I beg you…throw down your papers and join the strike.” She stands there panting as the entire crowd of people watches her, dripping with emotion.

The scabs look at each other and then they all step forward, giving Jack words of confirmation that they will join the strike.

Suddenly, a police officer blows his whistle. Several more officers and Snyder stand behind him.

“Cheezit!” Jack starts ushering the Newsies to run. “It’s the bulls!”

As more policemen arrive, many Newsies take flight. Some are hit, others are snatched up and taken away. The Newsies are helpless against the men.

“You can’t run forever, Sullivan!” Snyder yells and Jack starts to make her escape.

“Jack? Wait for me!” Crutchie yells for her help. Jack reaches back for him, but he is grabbed by Oscar and Morris. With no other choice, Jack continues to run.

“Where ya think you’re goin’?” Oscar asks.

Crutchie looks around desperately. “Jack! Help! Romeo! Albert! Finch!”

“Shut it, Crip.” Morris punches Crutchie, knocking him to the ground.

Snyder beats him with his crutch and slaps on handcuffs. “It’s off to The Refuge with you, little man.”

“Crutchie!” Jack yells hopelessly.

Snyder turns his attention to her. “Sullivan!”

Jack runs for her life, quickly dodging people to make it back to the safety of the rooftop of the lodging house.

[batponiesrule28]

VOTE FOR SOMEONE ELSE THEN. ANYONE ELSE. BIDEN WONT WIN, BECAUSE HE IS NOT A COMPELLING ENOUGH CANDIDATE TO WIN THIS ELECTION. THIS ISNT ME REFUSING TO LIVE WITH THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS, THIS IS ME TELLING YOU ALL THAT VOTING FOR A THIRD PARTY COULD VERY WELL BE A VIABLE OPTION IF WE COULD GET OUR SHIT TOGETHER ABOUT IT.

IM NOT BEING PERFORMATIVE AND TRYING TO EXEMPT MYSELF FROM VOTING. IM SICK OF LIVING IN A COUNTRY WHERE MY OPTIONS ARE TO LET EVERYTHING GO TO SHIT OR TO LOSE MY RIGHTS AT A SLIGHTLY SLOWER PACE. BIDEN DOESNT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT DEMOCRACY, WE’RE STILL FALLING INTO FASCISM. WE’RE STILL LOSING OUR RIGHTS UNDER THIS GUY. SO WHATS THE FUCKING POINT?

My purpose in all this isn’t to say that you shouldn’t vote, or that you’re complicit for voting at all. It’s that biden isn’t a viable candidate for the upcoming election. It doesn’t matter that he’s a democrat. Everyone is tired of voting for old scumbags that they hate. Our fucking problem is the lack of organization and solidarity. That’s the only thing trump has going for him, that’s the only thing that could possibly get us anywhere. If we can’t even decide as a group on a better plan than waiting four more awful years to make a move then we are NEVER going to get anywhere. Nobody LIKES biden, nobody wants him in office. you’re only planning to vote for him based on the precedent of a two-party system.

I don’t know if this is outrageously optimistic or pessimistic, but I think we’re screwed if we keep waiting for something to happen. Because something did happen. Something is happening.

God, you guys like to create this dichotomy between the two of them, as if they have ever accomplished anything nearly as ambitious as what they say they’ll do. They’re both worthless, halfway into their graves, and being funded by the exact same shitty lobbyists.

We can’t force biden to “listen to reason” because he’s being funded by AIPAC. One of the most powerful lobbying groups in the U.S. He’s going to continue funding Israel because that’s what he’s being paid to do. You need to understand that there aren’t any sides. It’s the same fucking coin. There isn’t anything to salvage. Democracy was never real in the first place if this is what it looks like. If it meant anything at all then I wouldnt be burnt out on politics less than two months after I turned 18.

Look.

I have made you a chart. A very simple chart.

People say "You have to draw the line somewhere, and Biden has crossed it-" and my response is "Trump has crossed way more lines than Biden".

These categories are based off of actual policy enacted by both of these men while they were in office.

If the ONLY LINE YOU CARE ABOUT is line 12, you have an incredible amount of privilege, AND YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT PALESTINIANS. You obviously have nothing to fear from a Trump presidency, and you do not give a fuck if a ceasefire actually occurs. You are obviously fine if your queer, disabled, and marginalized loved ones are hurt. You clearly don't care about the status of American democracy, which Trump has openly stated he plans to destroy on day 1 he is in office.

[instantinternetcrush]

cicada song

i sit on my back porch and pretend like the sun is setting. i smoke my cigarettes and pot and i think about you. the sky does not stare back, or ask me why im looking. it’s easier to talk up, i think.

she texts me that she misses me, and in turn i text you the same. it’s hard not to pull back when we don’t know when we’ll see each other next. i know that. i don’t blame you.

when we break the silence, that thin layer of cellophane between the previous day and today, i talk about card games. comics. i don’t tell you that i had a dream where i made you breakfast in bed. it feels good for a moment, and i know that tonight i’ll be texting you from their floor. wishing you were a few inches away rather than 20 miles.

our walkie talkies don’t work that far out. i can’t stand on my roof and hear your voice crackle through the static. i want to blame the heat. the oppressive humidity, summertime sadness, and cicada song that comes with it.

we don’t actually get cicadas where we live. too far west, i think. we have these big, ugly crickets that stay underground and do the same thing as cicadas do. they live their whole lives there and come up when it’s time for their performance. you’ll only ever find them dying on the concrete. singing their songs. i’d love to say something poetic there.

cicadas are a far better metaphor.

i think about the exact distance from where i stand to your house. where you are at any given time. at the lake, we were 4 feet apart when you fought with her over who was my real best friend. i didn’t settle the tie. i had brought the bottle, so i made some stupid gesture with it, and downed 3 shots in one sitting.

i think you know the answer, though.

i think that you know me more intimately than i have ever intentionally allowed another person. for whatever reason you just know how my brain works. what makes it tick, my dreams and aspirations.

i remember when we were sitting at the edge of my property, at a kid sized picnic table before summer started. before this started. we saw his name etched into the table, and you pulled out a knife and challenged me to a game of tic tac toe. you let me win.

we drank whiskey from a thermos like teenagers, we talked about the sunk cost fallacy. you laughed at all my stupid jokes, and i knew you weren’t faking. we became best friends over a conversation about shrimp.

he told me afterwards, that i wasn’t allowed to see you. that you were just trying to get in my pants. i wish it had been that simple. i think he does, too.

there was one week in may where you stayed at my house for 6 days in a row.

i still think, somewhere, 600 years from now, everything fits. like my hand in yours, us, together like puzzle pieces. we’re us again and everything is better this time. maybe i’m actually the villain in that one. we are not relegated to “just friends” for an eternity, although we both know that label hardly fits now.

i’m convinced that there, and then, the violence isn’t necessary. we just get to be us, no pressure to do or be anything else.

see you there, babe.

[l0velyrunner]

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥

What if everything disappears like an illusion when you wake up as if it was a dream on a midsummer night?

Feel the gusts of nirvana dancing in the clouds. so that it becomes a cozy home for you — COMING SOON

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋

Turning back time, seeing the memories that were beautifully etched in those days. Smiling happily at the meaning of seeing him come back to life with his own world. Changing destinies that are not in line with future circumstances and memories that have been lost come back.

Here we are inspired by the recent Korean Drama 'Lovely Runner' which tells the story of a former swimming athlete who retired and became an Idol (Ryu Sunjae) and his first love (Im Sol) who did not realize that Sunjae had loved her for 15 years. Im Sol goes back in time to save her idol from death filled with excitement, competition, ambition, friendship, and unexpected love.

These two people are both full of obstacles in their life but they are still passionate about it so we want you all to keep your spirits up and have fun with us.

The 30 days of OA are filled with moments and things that will make you forget about the bad things or the burdensome things!

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋

DIDO REAGAN

AURA NIRMALA

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