#whatever you're thinking it's not worth it

[fishnapple]

How your admirers view you

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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CUBE 1

The majority of them are likely intimidated by you. You seem to emanate an air of competence and confidence that make them question their worth. They probably ask themselves if you really need them in your life, what value can they contribute to your life. Because you seem to not need any unnecessary attachments and focus on your success. You seem to be very ambitious and determined when it comes to social status and money. You're serious and hardworking, ready to put up with the grind and challenges, as long as you can achieve your goals.

You're not warm and friendly, but you can charm anyone, like a fantasy, a perception spiral that draws in people's eyes. The snake and the apple together, the cat and mouse, the tiger and the deer, the bee and the tree, these pairs form an image of something forbidden and dangerous. Those who are attracted to you romantically feel like they're being preyed upon,but they can't help but want to come closer. Some would think that you would make a great trophy and elevate their status and value if they're seen being with you.

They think you like to keep a roster of admirers around you just for fun. Like you're toying with them, giving them the illusion of hope but always out of reach. Whatever you're showing to the world, people can only admire from afar, they are not allowed to touch. If you flaunt your beauty and talent, it's simply because you like to, without any motives of capturing a specific someone's heart. They can feel like you just want to capture the heart of everyone, the adoration of the mass rather than of any individuals.

The way you speak can be teasing. Your words seem to have hidden meanings, innuendos that only a discerning ears and a sharp mind can catch on. You don't like to argue or shut down anyone. You seek verbal entertainment and companionship everywhere you go. They may feel a little cautious when talking to you, afraid of unwittingly slipping up some of their secrets. And they don't know if you would use those to your advantage later on.

Being in a relationship with you feeling a tug of war, a struggle for power and domination. You don't do the subtle game when it comes to someone you're interested in. Once someone becomes your target, they can't help but feel like they're being hunted. And I think some actually want to be willing preys. Because they feel like it can transform them, that they can experience the highest of high and the lowest of low when they're with you. It would take a brave soul to stand in front of you without running away after some displays of power.

CUBE 2

They probably think you're a work hard, play-hard person, you know how to get what you want and how to have fun. You have an air of graceful but passionate competence that is not for the weak of heart. The first thing they notice about you is your go-getter attitude, you seem to have whatever, whoever you want, you set your sight on something or someone, next moment, they are yours. You just know how to go after your desire. But not in an aggressive manner at all, just pure confidence and focus. This also makes them think that you have everything you want already, you don't really need anything that doesn't add value to your life. You might be a target for some opportunists who want to bask in the light of your abundance. But you're wise and discerning enough not to entertain them.

Your admirers might feel that your life is not very stable at the moment or was like that in the past, you had to face something very difficult and had triumphed it. This gives you a resilient yet shrew way of viewing life. They sense that you will be able to get out every crisis with ease, because you're experienced and no stranger to the act of reinventing yourself. This also makes you a little slippery, as if no one, nothing can hold you down, you're always free and belong to yourself only. Some are very intrigued by this depth and attitude, they want to explore more, to see your hidden demons, it's thrilling, like trying to conquer a mystical creature of the deep.

You probably don't show these demons of yours to just anyone. The way you talk doesn't have any hint of struggle, you know just what to show, what to conceal. To everyone, you're this perfect creature that nothing can stand in your way. You also have the tendency to point out fallacy and pretence. They think they won't have any chance with you if they try to act over the top, boast or flaunt unreal achievements in front of you, deceit is out of the window, you have no patience for that. You seek someone who can elevate your spirit, someone who is your equal, who can confront you and stand their ground.

In love, you are much more softer, you like to joke, to play with your lover. In fact, romance is something vital to you, no matter how much you try to disguise it behind the image of independence. To the people you love, you're loyal to the extreme, you're willing to go through any hell for them, that's why you're extremely picky. Some would mistake your general detached friendliness as romantic interest. You could strike up a conversation with any stranger and easily get them to open up, but you don't let them in easy, not without some testings first.

CUBE 3

You have an interesting combination of strongwill strength and softness that can be seen in various situations. Your admirers' views of you might differ wildly, maybe you attract different kinds of people and they have different way of perceiving you, some can see a trait more prominent, some see other traits as more representative of who you are as a person.

At first glance, you can be authoritative and protective of your energy. You come off as reserved and a little bit aloof, someone who prioritises their peace and solitude above all else. But you aren't standoffish or dismissive of others. When the situation calls for it, you can step up and work well with others. Some would see you as a protector, while others see you as the one who needs protection. There's vulnerability in your expression, but you're never a victim. You know how to direct your life as your own master. But at times, some can see that you don't welcome them at first interaction, almost as if you're trying to run away or hide from them. It takes a lot to gain your trust and for you to open up with someone. Even then, they still feel like you're ready to bolt at the slightest of threat.

But in general, their impression of you is favourable. Once you've decided that you can trust a person, you relax and be in your nurturing energy more. You're a loyal friend, even those with romantic intentions can see this clearly about you, this is what they find so attractive about you. They feel that being with you won't be just like being with a lover, but with a best friend, their biggest supporter, and a cheerleader. Your light doesn't outshine others, it enlivens and inspires other to shine on their own. Your admirers find your individuality and creativity really attractive. They admire you as a person, and at the same time, feel hopeful and lifted up by your energy, which makes them want to be like that themselves. You have a way to nurture the biggest treasure in a person, you help them connect with a deeper meaning in life.

Some can feel lost in your energy because it's too encompassing. They wonder if the compassion you give them is for them only or is it universal. So they can feel like they're competing with a lot in your life for your attention. You make them feel so grounded, yet you remain elusive. They feel that no matter how much they try, how close they get to you, how long they're with you, they can't never grasp your true essence.

CUBE 4

Many would think that you're hiding a vulnerable inner self behind a mask of bravery and strength. They feel like fear is the main motivator of your actions. You don't want people to discover that you're actually a vulnerable human being, that you can be needy and fearful, that you need someone to protect you. Because you feel that showing that side of you to the world will make you an easy target for exploitation and hurt. So you don a mask of independence, sometimes aggressively.

You're on guard towards strangers, but to the people who have gotten to know you better, your admirers included, they can see that soft heart of yours and they really love it. It's the contradictory energy within you that intrigues lots of people. You can look fierce on moment, but if something happens to touch your heart, your expression can immediately soften. Behind the hard exterior is a caring and nurturing person. As long as you feel safe in their presence, you can relax and act more spontaneously. Your laugh might be very contagious, filled with pure joy that can immediately make the other person feeling at ease with you.

In a group, you can assume the role of a "leader" or someone who can give the direction and guide people. You don't like to talk too much but still have a way to make people listen and respect your opinions. But some can feel that you tend to hide your true intentions, your plan. You might show off your skill, your verbal dexterity, but you don't like to actually talk about your deeper thoughts. You like to make people around you laugh, but you don't want to reveal your sadness. It's like, when it comes to your own world, your own path, you don't want anyone to see it, lest they hinder you from moving forward. This can make some people think that you can be sneaky and strategic in your moves. What they see might not be what they get.

This group feels shorter and hard to articulate because there's a resistance. Even when you do allow people into your world, you are still reluctant to let them in fully. Some will feel frustrated and give up, and some will take it as a challenge and want to advance deeper to finally solve your mystery.

[dakusan]

How skz texts you when you're upset

stray kids ot8 x reader | comfort, emotional support, quiet love, soft boys with warm hearts

🌙 synopsis: you're not alone. not ever. eight boys, eight different ways of showing up when the world feels too loud. some send you memes. some send you playlists. some just send a quiet “i’m here.” when you're unraveling at the seams, they don't ask you to hold it together. they hold you instead—in texts, in voice notes, in the silence between words. this isn't about fixing you. it's about loving you exactly as you are—soft, sad, and still worth everything.

💌 a/n: hi hello yes. i promise i have a job (whilst looking for a new one) but i am also a girl with free time and nothing to do, so i write for you people. plus, i just think everyone deserves to be comforted like this, okay?? anyway. if you’ve had a hard day, I hope this felt like a warm hoodie straight from the dryer. or like… a text that says “u up?” but emotionally stable. as always, thank you for reading my little delusions 💗 p.s. i know it’s a short one but like... short and sweet, right?? i hope it’s sweet??? idk anymore 😭 p.p.s. YES I KNOW MY PIC AESTHETICS ARE WEIRD AND DON’T MATCH OR WHATEVER I’M TRYING… I SEE THE VISION IN MY HEAD OKAY THE EXECUTION JUST BE SUFFERING. leave me alone. smh. p.p.p.s no, i haven't made any songs to match this vibe. lmfao, soz •ᴖ•

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers

🎶 Now Playing: "Star Lost" — Stray Kids

Bang Chan // 방찬 the gentle leader energy

[3:14PM] Hey, angel. I know today’s rough. I won’t push, but I’m here. Want to hop on call? We can sit in silence or talk, your pace. [3:17PM] You’re not alone in this. I promise. (You wake up to a Lo-fi playlist he made just for you, titled: “for when your heart’s tired”)

Lee Know // 리노 silent acts of care

[4:52PM] What do you need? Be honest. [4:54PM] I can cook. Or just sit with you. Or send you mean messages about the universe. [5:01PM] Here. Cat pics. Instant serotonin. (He drops off warm food at your door with a post-it: “Eat. Or I’ll be annoyed. 😒”)

Changbin // 창빈 aggressively loving

[5:03PM] WHO. UPSET. YOU. [5:04PM] I will fight them. Emotionally. And maybe physically. 👊 [5:07PM] Also… I’m proud of you. For just… being you. (He sends voice notes of him beatboxing silly rhythms with your name mixed in. Pure serotonin.)

Hyunjin // 현진 the poetic soft boy

[2:27PM] It’s okay to crumble sometimes. Even stars need to rest. [2:29PM] You are still whole, even when you don’t feel it. [2:34PM] Do you want a drawing? Or a distraction? I can write you a silly haiku. (You receive a photo of a messy sketchbook page with your initials in soft florals.)

Han // 한 chaotic comfort personified

[3:59PM] I see you’re feeling like 🍞 soggy bread. [4:00PM] BUT GUESS WHAT. YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE TOAST. [4:02PM] I’m gonna spam you with memes until you smile or block me. (He sends 17 voice memos. One is a fake commercial for “Anti-Sadness Spray,” voiced by him in 4 accents.)

Felix // 필릭스 human sunshine, through and through

[1:36PM] Hey, beautiful. I felt something was off today… Do you want hugs, words, or just my presence? [1:40PM] You deserve kindness even when your mind says otherwise. (You get a video of him baking cookies, captioned: “Saving one for you, always.”)

Seungmin // 승민 realist with a warm heart

[6:18PM] I know you think you’re being dramatic. You’re not. [6:21PM] Want comfort or tough love? [6:25PM] You’re handling more than most would. Let yourself feel it. (He sends a carefully curated playlist titled: “not okay, but surviving.”)

I.n // 아이엔 the shy but intuitive one

[5:40PM] Hey… are you okay? You don’t have to answer. Just wanted you to know I care. [5:46PM] Do you want to watch something later? I’ll even pretend not to hate romcoms. [5:49PM] You matter to me. Just… wanted to say that. (You later find out he stayed up playing your comfort game just to send you tips.)

[ysrjune]

please i am begging for a teen dad! scott barringer x gf!reader where they go to the farmers market or something when their baby is still a toddler like 1 1/2 and just some super cute fluff with scott holding the baby and just adorable moments in general please 🙏

I've never been to a farmers market, so I chose the grocery store ANDD added other scenarios for u. Enjoy 💜

You insisted that your boyfriend just take the baby carrier with you guys inside the store, but he wasn't for it. "I can hold him. Plus, there's a seat meant for kids on the carts, so if I get tired, I'll just put him in there." Scott tells you.

Thank God that you had made a list of what you needed. Neither of you could remember from the top of the head what was missing back at home. "Milk, cereal, fruit.." You side eye Scott as you're about to read the next thing listed. "4 bags of goldfish?"

Scott looks at you and nods. "Who put that ther-Was it you??" He raises his eyebrow at the baby boy. The baby covers his mouth with his small chubby hand and then shoves it in there. "Yeah, Leo did it." Scott tsks and looks back at you. "Little trouble maker already, aren't you?" He removes the baby's hand from his mouth. "Don't do that. That's disgusting." Scott sighs and pulls a napkin from his hoodie pocket and wipes off the drool.

You roll your eyes and cross out the goldfish. Maybe one bag was okay, but you needed to stick to the actual list.

At your parents' house, there was no room for you and the baby, but luckily, Scott's house was way big enough. 2 stories and had a guest room that they turned into a nursery. You switched to online school during the middle of your pregnancy, and to 'pay back' your in-laws, you cooked and cleaned around the house while they were at work and Scott was at school.

Scott had Leo in the cart seat, pushing the cart as he followed you around. He was talking to the baby about how he was gonna switch schools next month.

"That school I'm enrolling in after winter break is supposed to help me graduate faster if I have enough credits." He tells the baby. "And it's allll because of you. Thanks a lot, pal." He grins and plays with the babies hair. He ran into the back of your ankles a few times, and everytime, he blamed Leo. "He was distracting me, babe. Honest!"

He ended up just carrying Leo the rest of the time as he helped you shop. "Oh, we need bacon and chicken legs. Can you make those again? The legs? Like, fried but not with flour? It's really good. I like it." Scott was daydreaming about what you would make for dinner the next week. He thinks your cooking is so good. Before you moved in, he had to deal with his mom's weekly spaghetti, un-well seasoned porkchops, and whatever frozen food was in the freezer.

"Your brother is so cute!" The cashier lady tells Scott with a sweet smile. He knew she meant well, but it still bothered him. Hell, it bothered him being a dad. A teen-dad at that, but it was all worth it because he loves you and Leo. Even if it's hard here and then. "Thanks," Scott mutters and takes his dad's card out of his wallet to pay. Yes, his dad pays.. it's groceries.

—

When Leo was 5 and actually able to talk, Scott's life got even better. He could actually have a whole conversation with him now, even if Leo was sort of.. annoying sometimes.

"Daddy," Leo rubs his eye with one hand, standing in front of the TV. "Yeah, buddy, what's up?" Scott asks, moving his head around to catch an angle of the TV where he could see the whole screen while his son was in front of it. "Hey man, you mind moving really quick, please? I'm watching the game." Scott says, still trying to catch that angle.

"Daddy, you know I watch the kangaroo song after I nap." Leo pouts. "Yeah Leo, I know that, but look, we can watch it after daddy watches the game, okay? This is a really good game so far and I really wanna-" "Kangaroo song. Kangaroo song, Kangaroo song," Leo says while jumping up and down. "KANGAROO SONG!" Leo yells. "ALRIGHT!!" Scott yells back in frustration. It doesn't scare the boy, though. He just laughs.

Scott groaned and went to go fetch the dvd for it and then inserted it into the dvd player. "Ya little brat." He rolls his eyes, flopping on the floor, listening to the damn Kangaroo song. He hated it so much, but if Leo didn't hear it after his naps, he'd get into a mood. Worse than Scott's.

Leo was hopping around to the song with a big smile on his face, singing along. Scott knew Leo was gonna replay it over and over again, so he turned to his side and decided to tune it out and take a nap. It was finally summer, and he thought that it'd be a chill one, but no. You were either out with your friends or parents (which was well deserved since you always took care of Leo while Scott was busy with school, football, and going out when appropriate) And Scott was here dealing with the 5 year old.

—

It was finally Scott's 21st birthday, and his parents threw him a surprise party after coming back from running stupid unnecessary errands all day. "No way, you guys did all this?" Scott smiles and hugs you, his mom and then his dad. "We did. Your dad just bought the stuff." His mom laughs. "Happy birthday, honey." She smiles and kisses his cheek.

Obviously, there was alcohol, music, dancing, drinking games, friends and family.. and kids. The backyard was really big, so there were activities out there for them. A bouncy house, toys and playhouse, swings, and everything kids like.

After running around for a while, Leo came back thirsty. The first thing he saw on the table where you and Scott were sitting was a cup half filled with an amber liquid. In Leo's mind, it was apple juice. You both didn't register your son reaching for the cup, too engaged in a conversation with a few friends from highschool. Once you heard a gag and noticed the cup drop to the floor, you looked at who dropped it. "LEO! What're you doing!" Scott reaches for his crying son.

"Leo, what were you thinking?!" You open a water bottle and give it to him. "I'm sorry mama, I thought it was juice!!" He cries, thinking he was going to be spanked. Upon hearing that, Scott starts to laugh. "Juice? Dude, you're totally insane." He keeps laughing and now stroking the boys head. "It's okay, you made a mistake. The juices are in the cooler over there. Go get one." Scott says, calming the boy down while also pointing to the blue cooler.

"I'm sorry daddy." Leo apologizes again. "It's okay, buddy." Scott replies and kisses the boys forehead. "Go play around for a little while before it's time for bed." He takes him off of his lap and gently pushes Leo to go over to play

"That was hilarious." Scott begins to laugh again. "Poor baby. He was so scared." You frown, now watching how Leo was drinking a caprisun and walking over to his cousins and friends. "He'll forget about it in an hour." Scott shrugs and holds onto your thigh. "Trust me he's gonna be okay."

—

Leo has an obsession with dinosaurs and gorillas. Like, he watches every movie he can that has them. So ofcourse his favorite movies are Ice Age: Dawn of the dinosaurs, and Tarzan. Scott actually likes Tarzan. He thinks it's sort of stupid, but either way, his eyes are always glued to the screen. His favorite character is Tantar.

His favorite in Ice Age is Buck and Rudy. He thinks Rudy is so badass. Well.. he likes all of them, actually. Especially Crash and Eddie. Again—they're so stupid, but he can't take his eyes off the TV.

Leo liked Tarzan so much that he always asked you or Scott to sing him the lullaby that the mom sang to Tarzan at the beginning. It put him right to sleep, so your answer was always yes when he wanted you to sing it to him. Scott never let you around when he'd sing. It was only for Leo's ears.

—

• Scott has a photo of you holding Leo in the hospital in his wallet.

• Leo is a perfect mix of you and Scott.

• Leo is such a sweetheart. He's very nice but he can also be a handful sometimes.

• Scott carries Leo around all the time or holds his hand.

• Leo is such a mommas boy, but he loves his daddy too.

—

When Leo was born, Scott held him in the corner of the room while you were asleep. He was in a chair, a blanket on his lap. Leo was staring at his dad through half lidded eyes. "I can't believe this." Scott thinks to himself. "I'm a dad. A 16 year old dad in 10th grade. Should've used a condom."

He admired the way the baby looked so soft and warm (he was) and felt his heart ache when Leo would yawn or begin to let out small whines. Scott wasn't the best at knowing what to do right off the bat, so he just assumed that Leo wanted to be rocked. It worked, thankfully.

—

People at your school knew you were pregnant and they knew who the dad was, but when you stopped coming to school, they sort of forgot about it until they tried to stalk yours and Scott's social media for updates. The only thing they saw was Scott's profile picture which was you and him at your baby shower.

He keeps things private. He doesn't even really talk about it with his friends unless they ask, and even then, he keeps it simple and short. He gets stares all the time around campus when somehow everyone found out that you had given birth. Must've been one of his 'friends' that said something. It was really annoying because even the teachers knew.

"So how's the baby?" Mr. Justin asks in front of the whole class one day. Scott looks up from his lab table and shrugs. "He's good."

"Oh, so it's a boy? What's his name?"

Scott wanted to roll his eyes so bad but he kept himself from it. "Leonardo." He says, not loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear. But the teacher repeated it. "Leonardo Barringer. Cool." The man nods. "How's dad life treating you?"

"I like it." Scott shrugs.

"You take care of the baby?" Anorher damn question? When will this guy shut up?!

Scott decided to lie because he didn't want everyone to know his business. "No, I go over to my girlfriends house during the day and then she takes care of him at night and I go home."

"Makes sense since she's the mom." Mr. Justin nods. "Well, you're lucky you don't have to wake up to a crying baby all the time." He chuckles and goes back to the lesson.

Scott could feel everyone staring, but he just kept writing notes in his notebook. He knew they were judging, but he didn't care because what he said wasn't true.

big daddy reference lol also sorry I couldn't think of anything else is like 2am rn and I'm getting sleepy

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[platonicyanderereverie]

Enjoy!! :3

{Platonic yandere! roommate! Sonic the hedgehog}

[Warnings!: none (?)]

He's definitely the popular jock of the school, star athlete with that signature grin. In the track club and hell- probably a few others just cuz. Always wearing that red varsity jacket like it's part of his brand, carrying that "too cool" attitude with him.

You're the new kid on campus, a bit nervous to be here and new to rooming with someone for so long. But he seems super chill at first, a bit hard to keep up with, sure... but at least he's charming? (There's a lotta chili dog wrappers laying around.)

He rushes most of the chores, why bother with the details when he can clean up his side of the room in seconds? The mess on the couch? Don't worryyy, he'll make it go poof after he gets back from practice!

All in all, he's not the WORST roommate. And he seems to have grown a liking to you, waking you up before he goes for his early morning jog so you're not late. (just snickering at your grumbles and giving your hair a rough tussle before bolting out the door). He even offers to carry you to class when you're running late! Truly a gentleman.

Surprisingly enough... he knows your class schedule pretty well. He's just looking out for you though! He doesn't think skipping chem class is worth hanging out with... that bunch. You only have what- one period left? Why don't you just stay with him and watch a movie? Just you two!

Admittedly, he can get a bit... protective? Not to mention oddly clingy at times. But he means well! You know he does... what's one more hangout before he has to go to practice? (You don’t get to answer before he already has his hand clamped around yours, bubbling with energy, dragging you towards whatever it is he wants to do.)

You’ll be there at his next match, won't you?? He needs your support to win! (Doesn't matter how many fangirls are already cheering for him or the fact he wipes the floor regardless.) It's only right. Don’tcha wanna be a good roomie..?

[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

ok so i did the math once with a coworker cuz we started talking about wages and bills, and we looked it up and like. we work at a factory. we get paid very well considering average wages in the us these days, a bit over $26 per hour.

But when we looked what the minimum wage should actually be in america these days, like if you factor in that it's supposed to be a LIVING wage, that can support a family????

y'all even 26 dollars an hour doesn't make the cut. Our money is worth less now, it has a lot less velocity than it used to. That's hardest on folks below the poverty line, but it also means that the middle class, six-figure making folks don't really have any security beyond the immediate bills getting paid. Like OP said, a hospital visit can wipe that out in a finger-snap. being middle class only means you'll do alright, you'll survive without too much struggle UNTIL

something goes WRONG

like if me or even one of my full-time coworkers gets hit by a car outside of work hours? Absolutely screwed. Can't get workers comp for that, health insurance even through an employer is SHIT, so the bills will be staggering, and even if you're not permanently disabled from the injuries, the recovery time means you won't be able to earn any more money as you're having to pay for medical bills plus whatever you already had to pay in normal bills

there's no security net for anybody. poverty's become an abyss that once you/your family tumble into, you're not likely to be able to climb back out, even if you can survive. It's happening a lot too, which I think might be why this is how people are starting to react even to guys who are very much NOT rich or even middle class but who are just able to pay their bills

like i had a homeless veteran who I believe mistook me for another homeless veteran (idk why, i mean the homeless part yeah ok fair he's not the first, but I've never served in the military) get REALLY pissy at me when during our conversation I mentioned my rent

like...guys its not supposed to be a PRIVILEGE to be able to pay your rent. and you're not supposed to be one of the lucky ones just for being able to rent a room that you can pay for with the income from one job...

trying to explain to tumblr that the Middle Class in not their enemy

[tony-the-tigers-juicy-armpit]

Today's Horoscope

Capricorn ♑: it's time to unclench that ass and re-clench that jaw. pop that Zoloft. grind your teeth to dust before you turn to dust once and for all.

Aquarius ♒: ride that wave for all it's worth. whatever you're bouncing on, you need to do it CRAZY STYLE.

Pisces ♓: just be in a dark, silent room for as long as you can stand it. think of nothing. let the TV static take over.

Aries ♈: try your hand at a new craft. when you fail, be ashamed. you can't say "happiness" without "penis".

Taurus ♉: praise God that you aren't in Connecticut or Massachusetts or something. if you are, then it's time for a vacation to Rhode Island.

Gemini ♊: stop reading the news. find the most unethical, environmentally toxic Large Language Model you can and ask it to give you fake news.

Cancer ♋: YOU need some dick as always.

Leo ♌: acting a fool in public is the only way. you have to cackle like a witch before you can finally be free.

Virgo ♍: bitch, you breathe like you don't even want the air. IN, OUT, IN, OUT. for fuck's sake. genuinely pissing me off. And pop a mint before you take this advice.

Libra ♎: I know you're trying to get pregnant, and that's great, just imagine all those squirming sperms

Scorpio ♏: if you wear a leather jacket after mother's day, you just look like a faggot. and can you please show me your long dick?

Sagittarius ♐: imagine your mind like new york city, but instead of sewer grates, it's memories. but it still leads to a sewer.

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Don Giovanni La Monnaie 2014 - or, my nomination for the worst Don Giovanni production to ever exist

Let me be clear: do not watch this prod.

Director - Krzysztof Warlikowski Leporello - Andreas Wolf Donna Anna - Barbara Hannigan Don Giovanni - Jean-Sebastien Bou Il Commendatore - Willard White Don Ottavio - Topi Lehtipuu* Donna Elvira - Rinat Shaham Zerlina - Julie Mathevet Masetto - Jean-Luc Ballestra

Content warning: this prod exists solely for shock value, so it contains just about every disturbing thing possible. Notably: rape/sexual coercion, domestic violence, incest, blackface.

*You ever notice that this was one of the last stage productions Topi ever did before he became a full-time conductor?

The overarching issue with this production is that it focuses on being shocking and disturbing to the point of incoherence. This can be traced to misogyny - all of the female characters are sex addicts and/or insane. This is exaggerated so much that neither the "rape" (it's not a rape) nor murder at the beginning of the performance is Don Giovanni's fault, basically defeating the entire purpose of the play.

There is never a moment that isn't sexually explicit, lest you forget that the director knows what sex is, guys. Sometimes the characters have sex or sexual moments on stage during scenes (Non mi dir is happening during oral sex), while at other times half-naked background dancers appear seemingly randomly to, I guess, fulfill the naked people quota that every regie prod needs. Also, one of them is in full-body blackface. Just for fun.

Probably the most typical character in this interpretation is Elvira. This is a low bar to cross. She is portrayed as an overly emotional, unstable stalker, but these traits are just her original text being portrayed in the least charitable manner possible. There isn't any contradiction with the original story, which is what the best case scenario is here.

Instead of being a young, poor couple, Zerlina and Masetto are a prostitute and her pimp, respectively. This also completely removes the class dynamics at play between the characters. Masetto is very rich and rather emotionally detached from Zerlina, which means his aria makes no sense. He isn't even angry, just mildly peeved. After all, if they're not in a relationship, and Giovanni is one of his clients, none of this should upset him.

Both of these examples can be chalked up to typical director edginess, but this production's portrayal of Anna is simply a demonization of the character due to misogyny. Not only is she portrayed as responsible for the rape in the first scene, but she is the one forcing herself onto Don Giovanni, instead of the other way around. The production goes on to imply that she had an incestuous relationship with her father. Meanwhile, Ottavio is depicted as the victim of her emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. Throughout the show, she threatens him with a gun; after the epilogue, she shoots him.

:v

If you want to depict abuse in Don Giovanni, there's plenty of options. Obviously, the relationship between the Don and Leporello is very controlling. One could also make the point that Zerlina and Masetto have an unhealthy dynamic, such as in Peter Sellars's production. However, Ottavio? Ottavio is, textually, in no such position. He is (besides Giovanni himself), the most powerful character because he is an upper-class man. Even in a modern setting, this shouldn't change. By making Anna the instigator of all the violence in the plot, it completely does away with the commentary on misogyny while instead demonizing the women.

Also the singing is bad.

In conclusion, Ottavio look out! Oh no he has airpods in he can't hear us

[snail-day]

You swear Geto ends up on his tummy more often than not. Draped across the bed like a lazy cat, broad back rising and falling with each breath, that beautiful inky dark hair tied half-heartedly in a low bun that’s already slipping loose. A few strands fall against his cheek, casting a shadow over those long lashes and the lazy curve of his mouth. He’s so annoyingly pretty like this - it’s tempting to attack him.

And he lets you.

One hand lazily typing on his phone, sending a message to Satoru asking when he’s going to be home. So you pounce while you have the chance. (Not like he'd stop you.)

You straddle him, smack his ass a few times, knead your fingers into the plushest parts of him as if he’s your own personal stress toy. And he just hums with every little assault. Sometimes you bite him, sink your teeth into his shoulder, just to feel the sharp intake of breath, to catch the subtle twitch of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Getting it all out of your system?” he drawls, unbothered, sending a help gif to Satoru. A message that receives a heart react.

You slip cold hands beneath the hem of his dark shirt and he doesn’t even flinch. Just lets out another low hum, close to a purr, amused and warm. His chest is stupidly firm under your palms, radiating heat, and you swear he could flip you over and trap you beneath him without even trying.

But he doesn’t.

Because he’s patient. Always has been, out of the two of you. He knows that eventually, you’ll wear yourself out, that you’ll end up curled right where he wants you. And so he lets you play, lets you giggle and wiggle and bite until your energy runs thin, until you’re soft and sleepy against his side, cheek pressed to his bulky shoulder, body tucked beneath the weight of his arm.

Then he turns. Just his head at first, those wine-dark eyes cutting to you through thick, heavy lashes. That slow, feline smile starts to curl across his lips. He watches you for a moment, messy, warm, half-limp beneath him, still letting out the occasional spurt of giggles.

And then he drawls, voice syrup-slow and honey-soft, just enough to make your stomach flip. For your giggles to turn nervous:

“My turn.”

[randomguy0ntumbir]

*looks up from the watermelon i've been knawing at, with juice on my face like the joker* look, if you want to think about it that way, sure. but maybe this is worth it anyway, and maybe we're just happy doing it for the simple joy of it. or whatever. i dunno. i like watermelon, and i'm just happy to be eating it. *smiles gently, making you feel like you could take my hand and follow me to wonderful places*

oh and can i have some of that apple when you're done with it? i love spicy food

So.. *bites into whole green pepper* what brings you to my blog?

[sweetberry-roebuck]

There's something to be said about Mouthwashing's weaponization of the video game medium. The game is very easily comparable to a movie, between its runtime and cinematic framing and focus on narrative, but the fact that it is a video game, that we play as Jimmy for much of it and take on his actions ourselves, is I think really effective in its usage.

You are the one given the all caps RESPONSIBILITY, the disproportionate power of the captain, and you are the one failing miserably to use it well. You have to scan the codes, you have to give Curly his medicine, the first action you're presented with is to turn the ship in the wrong direction. No other option available. The experience it gives you of realizing again and again that you, that Jimmy, is not doing the most sensible thing, that he's being stupid and cruel and spiteful, is really effective in forcing you to contend with the excellently written character study on a personal level.

Waking up in the middle of the night and hearing Curly groaning in pain, and then going to bother Anya about giving Curly his meds only for Jimmy to INSIST on doing it himself, I thought to myself "c'mon man why wouldn't you just give him the meds to begin with," only to realize over the rest of the game exactly why he didn't do that. By putting the player in the role of this character, carrying out his actions step by step without choice in the matter, the irrationality of his decisions is made personally exasperating. You notice the patterns.

[inkskinned]

it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

[m1nu3t]

I'm no charmie, but I support it . I'd like to think I know real Soul-Mate-Twin-Flame love when I see it . Love, the High-Vibrational kind, glows brightly for anyone with eyes, it makes you goofy-smile from the heart. It heals you from within. Whether you're a romantic, a Spiritualist, a poet, an artist, a fellow lover or you just believe that there is good on this planet, you support it at all cost, with your heart and soul . It's our life and breath . Evil, or whatever you call it, would want you to be blind to it and give up on it, judge it and turn your back on it . And that's why it would take a tremendous amount of effort for me to give up on it, because giving up on love for me is un-natural and would feel so wrong . Love guides me and feeds me . It's my music and my adventure .

I've only ever witnessed this kind of love one other time in my life and it was beautiful, challenging, hopeful, difficult and at times horrible. But always, worth it . I'm no charmie, but I'm a lover of ℒℴѵℯ . And I know it when I see it .

I'm still here ...

March * May

[uncanny-tranny]

Maturing is realizing the Waffle House Index is a shitty unit of "measuring" the severity of a catastrophe, and we should never have plainly and callously celebrated a company that is willing to sacrifice their employees during a hurricane for below-par food. We should never celebrate this, anyway, but the sheer level of crass jokes that are associated with this "metric" is uniquely cruel.

[hancfubuki]

"i have no idea what a liparidae is." gideon says unbothered, shrugging his shoulders. he really is unaware of everything that's going on, he notices rafayel leaning his head on caleb's shoulder, but considering the nature of their relationship he doesn't even pay attention to it. and of course, he is far from understanding the double meaning in their words. "huh. i think i heard a story or twice. one guy in our crew was obsessed with it and he was the main reason we went to look for it. since caleb is the only one here, i'm guessing he didn't make it. ah, he was annoying anyway." gideon adds, chugging the last sip of his beer before turning to the waiter.

caleb on the other hand, couldn't help but chuckle at the remark. indeed, he loves the thrill. and as long as he could keep up with this little game, he is more than willing to play. his fingers, still tracing delicate ridges of rafayel's scales, press a little firmer, his touch becoming more and more intentional, even after ordering their food. "gewürztraminer? it's like a kiss of sunlight trapped in a glass." if there's a characteristic about caleb, it's that he knows his food. to him, every meal is an experience, a story told through flavors. his palate is as adventurous as he is. he has an uncanny ability to dissect flavors, to detect the subtle undertones that others might miss, and that, of course, allows him to know exactly what type of drink pairs perfectly with every dish. however, gideon does pick up that part of the conversation, not even disguising the roll of his eyes as the other speaks. "it's white wine." alcohol, all the same. and despite rafayel's consistent teasing touch, caleb is able to keep the conversation, for now. "ah, ah. sweet white wine. and it pairs perfectly with chicken, especially with the creamy coconut and zesty lime." his words though, catch in his throat as rafayel pushes his hand off his shoulders. he watches for a moment, confused, but then as the lemurian's fingers pull at the lapel he feels his heart thundering in his ears. nah, this is not happening. this is not about to happen, is it? he hears rafayel talking, knowing damn well what the real meaning behind his words are. however, for the first time, he is unable to summon his usual cocky return. he stares at rafayel gripping the edge of the glove with his teeth and pulling it off in one fluid motion, and his breath hitches realizing this is definitely the end for him. he knows he should say something, retreat, ask for a truce, whatever helps him getting out of this situation, but he is frozen. a blush creeps up his neck, blooming across his face leaving behind his cocky and composed demeanor when he feels the hot fingers on his delicate skin.

"when i get overheated? i take a cold shower, i guess." gideon should consider himself lucky for not knowing what's going on between them. it doesn't even cross his mind, nor notices the blush creeping on caleb's face. "it was around... five years ago if i'm not mistaking. i was a simple merchant working for my family, but my ship wrecked. i was heavily bruised, and i supposed caleb ordered his crew to check for survivors or salvageable loot." caleb coughs, trying to act normal again and join the conversation to avoid raising any suspicion. "that's right." he adds, but his voice comes strained. "no gratitude. just... 'you're late'. and well, if he has got the nerve to say that, then he might be worth keeping around." his words keep coming out clipped, the spaces between them filled with subtle gulps as he swallows hard. rafayel's touch is testing every ounce of caleb's composure. he shifts in his chair, his thighs tensing and to his bad luck, this movement only intensifies the sensation.

caleb's cheeks burn hotter, his breathing becoming heavier. he forces a smirk, determined not to let rafayel win this out. "i wasn't wrong. gideon has been... useful." his voice drops again, and he finds himself biting his tongue in an effort to suppress any sound threatening to come out. his fingers curl around the edge of the table, leaning forward slight in an attempt to appear casual. this time he bites the inside of his cheek to mute a groan, his gaze flicking to gideon for a moment before darting back down, avoiding eye contact. this whole thing is... weird. "raf—" his voice now is barely a whisper, almost name slipping his name past his lips. and for a moment, caleb is not sure if it's a plea for him to stop or to keep going, and that terrifies him a bit. he clenches his jaw, teeth pressing together as he finds it hard to breathe. his eyes probably getting watery as he suppress with all his might any sound that tries to come out of his throat. and on top of that, in front of his friend. caleb is unsure if he dislikes this or not, but one thing is for sure. if rafayel wanted to humble him, then, he is doing it perfectly.

his mind races as he fights to keep control of himself, his thoughts darting between the growing heat and the need to salvage his pride. he couldn't afford to lose, not here, not in front of gideon either. but he knows if rafayel keeps this up, he will break, and the idea of moaning in public doesn't sound like a pleasant moment. well maybe, if they had a private room he wouldn't care if the entire city listened to him. but being exposed, like this? pass. though, suppressing his natural desires obviously takes its toll on, so as his voice cannot come out, he feels his muscles twitching, accidentally bumping his knee on the table and of finally getting gideon's attention. gideon stares for a moment, and he frowns upon seeing how red caleb's face is. "whoa, are you okay?" he asks, leaning into the table to take a better look at his face.

"me? y-yeah." he chuckles, visibly nervous. "must be the weather." his thoughts spiral heavily, dick as hard as a stone as rafayel's touches threaten to undo him. this is bad. really bad. he knows if he lets this go on any longer, he would either: a. end as a humiliating mess in rafayel's hand, right here in public, mostly because he has been waiting for a while to have some moment of intimacy with him, or b. standing up and show the evidence of his yearning to be full display for everyone to see. his heart drums in his ears, drowning out the muffled sounds of the tavern around him. think. and as his eyes dart around, he notices as the waiter comes back with the two glasses of wine he requested earlier. perfect. forcing a grin, caleb nods at the waiter as the glasses are about to be served, and with a minuscule flick of his fingers, he activates his gravity evol to shift the tray slightly, just enough for one glass to fall right over his lap. the waiter looks ashamed and he mentions how he is about to bring something, but caleb immediately interrupts and grabs a napkin to pat at the stain. "just my luck." he shrugs his shoulders, laughing softly and using the spill as cover to strategically position the napkin over himself. he glances at rafayel, cheeks still burning. "oops, guess i'll need to go change." he mutters, eyes darting over rafayel as if it was some sort of secret code. the waiter apologizes and states he is going to bring another glass, on the house and caleb responds kindly as he stands up covering himself with the napkin. "i'll be back in a minute." with that, he makes his way towards the stairs, doing his best to walk casually despite the tension in his body.

In the first instance, he can feel the muscles under his hand tense. With a few swipes of warmth and gentle caresses, he feels the other relax into his touch, confidence back tenfold. Rafayel holds back a scoff of amusement at how he takes the challenge on so quickly, spreads his legs and pushes his thigh closer. If their legs weren't so long- if the table was a little taller, Rafayel could pull them over his lap to give proper attention, but that would defeat the purpose of being discreet. A small laugh escapes him either way as Caleb talks about chicken so enthusiastically as his thigh twitches as his nails dig into flesh through his pants, pretending his claims amused him.

The Lemurian was about to join in, add onto the story with dramatic flair, when he felt a sharp pleasure down his spine. He doesn't whip his head as he would like, and the shudder of breath is covered by a hum as Gideon praises the captain's cooking, confused and curious why a Lemurian has never seen a chicken before. Before he could even answer, Caleb breathed it out for him-- the deep sea. His home, where he belongs. A place that no human could reach, a civilization that no one on land truly understood or knew about other than from myths and hearsay. Yet here was a human with his arm around his shoulder, fingertips tracing over his weakness delicately, a sensual exchange that leaves Rafayel seeing white when a thumb presses down onto tender flesh and scale, a serene smile plastered on his lips and expression calm despite how his thighs tensed, hand on the other's leg digging in as shivers threatened to wreck his body. He sighs, heavier than intended. "Well, I assume you've never seen a Liparidae on the surface. Maybe, if eight hundred years pass, we'll see sharks crawling on the seabed and sea turtles climbing trees. They say all snakes once lived in the sea." He rolls his eyes, using the motion to turn his head towards Caleb and lean his head down on his broad shoulder, a quick need for comfort when he rubs circles into his neck, heat warming his ears, chest aching as his lungs beg for mercy to breathe after the electrifying touch.

None of the conversation truly reaches his brain anymore, wanting to sob when Caleb uses a weakness that he knows brings Rafayel to his knees, his voice a deep tone that reaches straight into his core. But he takes another breath, straightens himself, and lets his hand wander further. A challenge it is, and Rafayel refused to lose one that he started. "He can breathe if he's with me. I remember it's a fairy tale in the human world as well." No one was looking anymore, everyone was too busy living their own lives and eating their lunches, and even if there were a few curious ears, what could they do? Act like a madman and call him Lemurian? "A Lemurian's kiss grants even humans the ability to breathe in the deepest sea, was it?" He chuckles, hand now cupped over the other, the thin fabric of his pants doing little when he could feel the heat radiate from under his palm. The Lemurian even thinks he has a winning chance, fingers curling to fondle him gently with sparkling eyes, wide and sweet smiles as he turns to Caleb. "You find this part of me thrilling." It's not even a question, voice a seductive whisper and he breathes out the softest whimper against his cheek when he takes his ear between his teeth, a sound for him alone, while Gideon was distracted choosing his menu.

"What's gewürztraminer wine?"

Once the waiter leaves, Rafayel is still stuck to Caleb's side, his sneaky touch now a constant tease of gentle caresses or a fondle, his palm grinding against his length while fingertips reached down to cup his sack. "I'm excited to try these new dishes. Though I do enjoy eating foods I've already tried before..." he tilts his head to one side, thumb running from the tip down to the base over his pants, the tone light enough only Caleb could tell his suggestive meaning. He turns his eyes to Gideon, his free hand taking Caleb's and pushing it off his shoulders casually with a whine that "I'm hot," as he leans forward, cutting off his teasing. "I did cook for him, so he wasn't eating only raw fish despite his claims. But I admit, most of the things in the depths are cold. I tried something hot once and realized I could get used to it." All the while, he pulls at the front lapel, lithe fingers sneaking in through them, and he rubs at the fabric searching for the slip. Once he finds it, he lifts his hand away, a damp print on his palm that's hidden to everyone but him and his lover as he bites the finger and pulls it off, shoving the glove into his pocket. "Your weather, however, is far too hot and disturbingly sticky." He reaches down again just as casually, memorized his path so that the tip slides through the already open slit easily, warm fingers meeting even warmer flesh. "What do you do when you get overheated, Gideon?" Rafayel sighs as if complaining, a whining tone in his voice as if he was getting distracted by the stuffy weather, when really he is just brimming with satisfaction as their skin finally touched without barrier, shifting in his seat to get comfortable as half his hand slithers through the small opening.

"Actually, Caleb hadn't told me about you before." He confesses, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe it. "How did you two meet? Have you been traveling with him for a long time before I found him?" Rafayel is genuinely curious, even if half his attention is on his hand, now wrapped around him as far as his position allowed, wrist flicking tentatively, testing the waters to see how fast he could go without making a suspicious sound. Luckily, with all the slurping and clattering around them, thuds of mugs and scraping chairs on the wooden floor, loud cheers and cries, a few swishes of flesh couldn't even be registered by most human ears. "I... plan to take Caleb back with me. I need him. Do you have any plans?"

[voiider]

We started rewatching Young Justice recently and all of the "sidekicks" were upset at being treated like children and being kept in the dark and not having access to information and i just?? I don't think Batman would believe in withholding information from Robin

Dick gets into everything everywhere all of the time there is no peace or privacy from him. And Bruce has never dealt with children before how is he supposed to know whats 'appropriate' for a child to know or have access to.

Speedy: it's such bs that they don't trust us with information Robin: haha what? Green Arrow: It's hard keeping information from my partner/subordinate but it's for his own good. He's a child and he can't be trusted with that sort of power yet. Do you struggle with Robin wanting access to information he doesn't have the clearance for? Batman, who's never kept a single secret from Dick and couldn't if he tried: um. yeah. absolutely.

[clowndensation]

my problem with insecurity as a character flaw is that it generally has to alchemize with another flaw before it presents itself. so like insecurity + self deprecation is theee most annoying trait combo possible because it leads to a lot of self absorption in a way that's not fun to read. "does this guy who is crazy insane about me even like me? it just doesn't make sense since i'm such a sack of shit" he's literally crazy insane about you can we mooove onnnnn.

HOWEVER. insecurity + possessiveness catalyzes into "there's something about me that makes people want to leave so i need to go out of my way to trap them before they go" which is of course the sexiest type of character in the world. like it's proactive it's problem solving it's the grounds for a long lasting relationship.

so it just depends basically.