#also zero o'clock...

[dieno-tsuki]

forgot how much of a banger mots: 7 album was

[setevidas]

happy new year my beloveds 💜

this year will be better for all of us, just hang in there. take care of yourselves and dont drink and drive.

[svetamillss]

That pregnant headcanons with Hyun-ju was so cute! I don’t mean to sound demanding and you can skip over this one if you like, but I’m curious to see what would happen during labor and the first few months with the baby. Again, zero pressure at all! Your writing is nice

Headcanons: you and your girlfriend became mothers💞

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

Summary: It's, so to speak, a continuation of my headcanons on the topic of your pregnancy. Also here I didn't give daughter's name, I just call her by her nickname

A/N: Thank you very much for your order, I hope you will like the continuation!

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💞You were very afraid to give birth, especially after the stories of your acquaintances. You were so intimidated that you thought you would die during childbirth and cried for a long time Hyun Ju, but she always calmed you down about it and said that everything would be fine. But you were still afraid, so she decided that she would be present at the birth. You were very happy with this news, now it's not scary to give birth.

Childbirth took place from early morning until evening, around 8 o'clock, as she said, the girl was next to you and talked to you all this time (doctors advised you to somehow distract from the pain).

A healthy girl was born, only she went almost all in Hyun Ju, your daughter took only lips and eye color from you.

💞Since your daughter was healthy, you were not kept in the maternity hospital for a long time and literally a couple of days later you were discharged. You lived far from your parents and friends (in Thailand, let's imagine that Hyun Ju's dream came true), so only your girlfriend came to the discharge from the maternity hospital, with a cute gift for you: your favorite flowers and a couple of balloons. It was cozy, cute and tender, especially at the moment when Hyun Ju burst into tears taking a little miracle in her hands. A happy and cheerful life was waiting for you.

💞The first months were a complete hell for all of you. The baby very often cried and was capricious that your girlfriend often jokes and says that her daughter has your character.

The baby often woke up at night. During the day you got very tired taking care of your daughter, because your love was at work, so it's very difficult for you to get up at night, but your girlfriend takes care of everything (only if it's not feeding, if need to feed, she wakes you up).

- Star woke up (this is your daughter's nickname). I have to get up.. - you muttered sleepily, about to get up, but Hyun Ju stopped you.

- Baby, sleep, you're very tired for the day, and I'll take care of the star, but if it turns out that she wants to eat, then I'll wake you up. - you nodded and fell asleep to the girl's sweet kisses, after which she went to the star.

💞Sometimes you have joking arguments about your daughter.

- I wonder when our girl says the word "mom" for the first time, who will she mean? - the girl asks, watching you change the star's diaper.

- Me, of course.

- Why else is that?

- I gave birth to her for about 8 hours! - you proudly repeated.

- But thanks to me you were able to get pregnant, so I played a big role. - Hyun Ju replied with a smile, it seems that she won the argument, but you didn't want it.

- But she spend much more time with me than you! - you didn't give up, but looking at the girl's face, you realized that she would now be able to win back.

- But you're on maternity leave, and I work to feed the family, that's why you spend more time, baby. - she won, again.

💞Thanks to the birth of your daughter, you spend more time together (not counting the work of Hyun Ju). You walk together with the star in the park, because your daughter needs to breathe fresh air. You even to take care of her together. Together you prepare her for bed, bath her and change her diapers. Real good mothers.

💞Unfortunately, you don’t have sex in the first months. That's why Hyun Ju began to tease you harder, because she needs to somehow satisfy herself in this regard.

When you sitting together and you breastfeeding, she likes to joke about it.

- How well she eats your breast milk.

- Of course, this is her main food, and in general, all children love it. - you say without suspecting anything.

- Then can I become a small child too and drink your milk? - she says in a playful voice, which makes you blush a lot, if it weren't for the child in your arms, you wouldn't be able to hold back.

- Hyun Ju! What kind of words are these!?

- Well, why? So you can drink from my chest, besides, there's nothing there, but I'm not with yours? - she said touchingly, but seeing how you can barely hold back, she decided to stop, she knows what she can get.

💞💞💞

[space-blue]

Arcane 2 Trailer time!

Imagine this chick comes into your office and tells you what to do? What are you gonna do?? Tell her no?????

Overall Ambessa and Sevika are really making this season MILF o'clock.

It would seem that early season will focus on Jinx terrorist time...

This is sadly the only LoL skin she could afford...

If you like Cait AND you like your women in pain/getting squeeze like they're a pineapple in the werewolf fucking press, then it seems this season is going to be for you. But Cait isn't the only one having a bad time, seems like Heimerdinger losing his day job led to some relaxation of his principles:

Now focusing on Ekko, who we know is helping Heimer:

This has a chain to pull a mechanism, and we see some similar thing being pulled by an unknown character, just a much thicker chain.

These shots of the Firelights attacking AMBESSA's people lead me to believe that the story may look like > Councillors listen to Ambessa > The tensions with Zaun escalate > Jinx terrorism instead of resolution > Vi sees this as failure and returns to Zaun to try another way > Ambessa doesn't take no for an answer > everyone teams up against Noxus, bringing Zaun and Piltover together again.

By hair alone we can see a timeskip here. Love Ekko's outfit. Vi's simpler style with just a bit of Piltie chest armour gives me hope that she transitions away from being a Piltie Enforcer and more of a Vander style character, trying to mediate.

Notice how dark her roots are???? I am wondering because LOOK:

She has black hair!! With reddish tips?

SO THIS MEANS THIS IS VI'S NEW LOOK:

And this last shot confirms it! RHEA RIPPLEY makeover!!!!

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLESAEPLEASE BE REAL please don't be an inforcer don't be a cop please be cool please have an arc learn progress return to your people don't be a class traitor I beg I begwaah

My only criticism of this is that we now have 2 options: Either Vi is entering her goth era and is actively dyeing everything sloppily so that bits of Pink remain, or she has always been black haired, and has been dyeing her hair AND eyebrows pink her whole life, even as a child.

I get that it could be a cultural thing parents do, as my friend En suggested. I'd like this, if it weren't for the fact she was in stillwater for YEARS and I don't see them providing pink dye and a nice setup to bleach and dye safely...

Curious to see how it goes.

At this I screamed "Silco????" But not sure now. Seems too far off to be a Jinx vision.

There's also fucky things going on with the Arcane. We're told it's "waking up", which is curious because I was assuming mages across Runeterra were using the Arcane lots for their own magic, so very happy to learn more about it.

Also very cool to see a return of the wizard guy from Jayce's backstory:

Very excited for these depictions of magic :

Free feet included.

I'm pretty amazed that we have seen Zero Mel and Zero Jayce, and just 2-3 frames of hinted Viktor. Nice to see he'll go through with the transformation, but I'm curious as to why they're keeping the jeyvik divorce era so out of promo. Some of my friends feeling very edged right now.

Wondering if this is baby Powder flashbacks, or if we're going to get little kids getting dyed blue in celebration as we see adults do when they team up with her. I suspect if this is a kiddo who wanted to be blue like Jinx, this will be used as a parrallel, with them being caught in an attack that harkens back to the bridge.

The visual effects look insanely gorgeous, and also Jinx's very bad time tm is always on the menu. Very exciting!

[katszumi]

"but, isn't it a blessing to have someone care about you?" your voice was soft but your words weighed heavy on bakugou's heart.

it was nearly ten o'clock. due to your rampant text messages you sent to bakugou ten minutes ago, he stayed up past his normal bedtime in order to figure out what exactly was your issue tonight.

you were rested on the bench that was outside of u.a while bakugou was reclined on the bench, his legs sprawled out in front of him. there was a mere sprinkle that surrounded the area around them, a slight breeze also forcing you two to sit closer together to bask in each other's warmth.

bakugou was unsure what to reply with. where did your random outburst even come from. what did you really want him to say?

bakugou didn't particularly understand love and he damn sure didn't know how to express it. maybe that's why he was okay with it at first— you deserved to be with someone that could make you happy. he knew that he wouldn't be able to live up to your standards. he lacked all the aspects for a healthy relationship.

but when you got together with that stupid guy you met at a coffee shop eight months ago, he felt like an idiot for not pursing you. he noticed all of your tired eyes, insecure smiles, and passive behavior. it was only then when bakugou realized he could’ve done so much better than he thought.

you took his silence as an opportunity to continue. "someone who worries about your happiness and wants to always be by your side?"

yes. bakugou wanted to scream. yes, you fucking idiot. were the words that burned his throat. why couldn't it come out when he so desperately wanted it to?

did you decide to be blind of his feelings towards you? bakugou had thought he'd shown you that he'd go to hell and back for you, but still, you couldn't discern the fact that he was so infatuated with you? he was so in love with you that he would wait for you at the bottom no matter how long it took.

he hated this feeling. why did it have to be you that caught his eye? the only girl he was drawn to, no matter how many times he tried to escape your aura, the path always lead back to you.

he doesn't know why he would sit with you while you ranted about your relationship problems. maybe it was because he didn't want it to be anyone else other than him or because he cared about your well-being most of all. maybe it was both.

either way, he fucked hated it. why couldn't it be the other way around? why couldn't he be the one on the receiving end of your love? bakugou knew for sure he wouldn't do half of the shitty things that your lover would do. he hated that you stayed with worthless dick-face of a man you call your boyfriend. did you not know that with your personality and beauty that you could find someone that was worth millions?

"you know... i like to think someone cares for me that way." bakugou didn't have to look at you to tell there were tears prickling your eyes. water threatening to spill out. it was a usual thing whenever you'd ask him to lend a ear to your venting sessions. he wanted nothing more than to grab your face and kiss your tears away.

bakugou didn't understand love. not in the slightest. but bakugou understood regret. and his biggest regret came in the form of you. if only bakugou had enough courage to tell he that he loved you years ago when you two first met, then he would be the person on the receiving end. he would be the guy who would always be by your side. to be the guy who truly cares about you.

for however long you stayed with that asshole of a boyfriend, bakugou was aware his chance with you was as close to zero.

and he was fine with that.

because even though it pained him to hear you talk about another guy, bakugou would rather have some of you than none of you. he didn’t mind having to swallow his feelings that tugged at his heart if it meant you were happy.

he dryly laughed. "there is," his eyes suddenly finding comfort in the wet cement below them. "just someone who fuckin' sucks at showing it."

bakugou didn’t just not understand love. he hated it. he despised love because it always fell into the hands of the wrong person.

-

yes the quote is from fruits basket, i couldnt help it.

[heartofbusan]

Keep Going.

Let's have a group therapy session for a second here because is it just me.... or

Is this whole concept giving our Sun and Moon couple?

Furst of all, there are two opposite ends marking 12, Seokjin said in the Bangtan Special report that the theme of this year's Festa would be 00:00. A kind of reset.

Turn this all around

When everything resets at zero o'clock

The reset signals the beginning of new opportunities. After all we've been through, we can come back together and reset our timeline. Be happy again 🥲

The colours they used are orange and blue. Gold and indigo. It's a stretch, but how about yellow and purple ??? Orange and blue are contrasting colors often used together. There's also night and day. After the long night, the lonely time, a new dawn approaches. These are all heavily used themes in BTS's lore.

The most obvious references to jikook are the Sun and the Moon. BTS using the sun and moon motif for mingukki was their black swan pas de deux for MMA 2020 that began with an eclipse: the temporary melding between the sun and moon. So, this is established storytelling. And it happened more than once, even during BTS RUN.

The sun and moon are depicted on a timepiece, something resembling a nautical clock. So the sun and moon are, very generally said, the orgin of the push and pull of the tides. The ocean. The purple ocean perhaps? Hobi did reference 'purple waves' approaching.

But, doesn't a timepiece in conjunction with nautical theme make you think of a mindboggling jikook moment?

Look at these potato quality photos of watch gate 2023 while I breathe into a paper bag.

The theories regarding Jimin’s Patek Phillipe Aquanaut timepiece and the time it showed (which was NOT the actual KST time when he was streaming) have been heavily covered by blogs far more eloquent than mine. Please do look it up if you have no idea what I'm talking about. For the rest of us *screaming into a pillow*

The name aquanaut refers to an underwater swimmer. The Nautilus the watch has been shaped after comes from the name of Jules Verne's submarine in Twenty thousand leagues under the sea, a wonderful adventure book.

Jimin wore this, and his other PP watch named Complications, during AYS?!. That watch features a pretty moonphase window with stars. Jimin just loves the constellations, he even had a constellation lamp in his house.

I'm getting off track here because how come we're not talking about watch gate anymore. That sh*t was WILD.

So, we know, just last week, Jikook went to Japan for around three days. We can assume they met up there. Their diversion tactics aren't very stealthy. So...

What if... and this is a big what if, what if they filmed something there for Festa? What if it's their song for Festa as a subunit. Or a performance of some kind?! 🤡 Keep Going?!

Both Jimin and Jungkook have written/performed several ARMY fans songs. Some they've attributed to ARMY as their inspiration and some where I go, huh... for 'ARMY'...suuuuure baby.. whatever you say beautiful. *plays Letter*

Jimin told us they've been practicing while enlisted, singing together, far removed from other's so they wouldn't be overheard. What if it was for this song???

Devil's advocate here: If this turns out to be true, be prepared for haters to claim this song, aka fanservice, was the reason they enlisted together. End of rant.

We don't know why they went to Japan, and as much as I hope they went to enjoy themselves, however that looked like, their work is such an important part of what bonds them. Their work ethic, their drive and dedication. Their mile high ambitions, for themselves and for BTS. So, work is never separate from Jikook, but Jikook do separate themselves within their work.

And a subunit song from them is something we've all been eagerly waiting for. It's been years. I don't care if they use AYS as a jumping off point or if Japan is the setting.

Hell, if it's another GCFT featuring their homoerotic song called 'Keep Going', featuring lyrics like

I'll keep it going, just for you baby

I'll keep up the pace and

Never falter

The push, the pull, the wonderful song you sing

The endless breathless beauty of the night

In your arms, baby

Keep going, keep going until..

We crest

A breath

A call

And we're safe together again

The mv is them, swimming in a water tank, simulating the ocean, and they have to claw their way from the depths, where the seaweed tangles in their legs, to the surface, where the light breaks through the surface. They come up for air, look at each orther, cling to each other, and they say: 'For ARMY'

I'LL BE SO PLEASED..SKKSKSK I DON'T CARE.

We all know Jikook live in their work, and their work lives in them.

Hope you all have a wonderful Sunday. We're almost at single digits for jikook too. Keep Going. We're almost there!!! 💜💛

[rainee-da]

Hello <3

Is it ok to request the "What they said when you're sleeping" but with the Divine Visionaries? Tysm!

🍀 The Talk When You Sleep [2]

CHARACTER ❥ Orter Mádl ⏳ / Sophina Biblia 📕 / Tsurara Halestone ❄️

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R13 for general fluff w/ slight angst as spice / Relationship HCS / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be a bit too OOC for you.

O R T E R M Á D L ⏳

he opened the door to your bedroom and sighed loudly "Seriously? We're supposed to be at the office at 9 o'clock, and you're still sleeping in your bed? Your laziness is absolutely revolt-" he shook his head in annoyance and marched closer, but stopped abruptly as his hand hovers in the air "That eyebags... you must be staying up late again," he sighed and sit at the edge of your bed, thinking for a while "There's no urgency... I suppose it's fine to let you be for some more," his face is annoyed as he loosened the tie in his neck he looked up the window, his expression remained unchanged "Yesterday was quite frivolous, I didn't remember there was anything in particular happening... what made you stay up late?" he mumbled as he turned his head to watch your face "Are you overthinking again? Or is there something that I missed?" he frowned as he is thinking to himself, before sighing again "No matter... we'll just sleep together later at night so I can fix your sleep habit, should've done so for a long time anyway." he brushes your hair to the side with his finger, his frown softens slightly "Your expression is good, and your temperature is normal. At least you're not sick physically," his hand moves to stroke your cheek as he enjoys the silence for a while, his expression grows solemn as the deep thought overwhelms his mind "Every time I see you as innocent as this, I always wonder... Why do you want to be with someone like me?" his finger rubs your eyelids gently "I rarely said this to you, and I know I should, but... You're a smart person. You're strong, able to defend yourself when danger strikes. You also had good friends that cherish you," he tilted his head as he got immersed by your face "You're... a beauty, so beautiful that it made me wonder how many people felt envious when we made us official... And, most important of all," he paused as the word got caught up in his throat, he blinks rapidly to clear some of his senses "You're so altruistic, so kind... unlike me." he chuckled lowly "I don't even know how many people have died by my wands, for the sake of order," he sighed as he turned his eyes away to stare at the view outside the window "Order is made for a reason. I believe that as long as the order is properly maintained, there will be no more Alex in the world. No people would get hurt anymore... But," he paused "The whole incident with Innocent Zero made me reconsider those beliefs... But, if my actions all this time were wrong, " he paused, his face darkened "Wouldn't that make me.. a. criminal?" he sighed, rubbing his face wearily "No use thinking about that now. It only brings unnecessary questions that will hinder my rationality," his gaze shifted to you and his mouth formed into a thin smile "It's a new dawn, and the citizen will need to get used to the new order. A riot would be inevitable, and bringing the previous sense of normalcy would be a grueling task ahead for the Divine Visionaries. But," he leans in and gives your lips a chaste kiss "With you, I believe I'll do well—maybe even better than before." "𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬."

S O P H I N A B I B L I A 📕

"Oh my, the way you sleep is so vulgar! This won't do," she hurriedly move to fix your sleeping position and remove her coat to put it over you "There, all better," she smiles in satisfaction as she move your head to put it over her lap "You really had no grace, sleeping during work hours like this... you're lucky I'm more pliable than Mr. Madl." she sighed and shake her head as she opened the book in her hand to starts reading "Well, I'm only this pliable towards you if I'm being honest. If Mr. Revol's the one who's doing this, I would've already cursed him so he would dance bare-naked in the courtyard," she coughed softly and hums to stop herself from laughing "That's... such a tasteless threats coming from me, I can't believe I just said that." she tried to focus on reading but her mind is wandering "Let's see... Didn't you promises me that you would never napped at work anymore? So I think a punisment should be in order, no?" the thoughts in her head brings subtle-yet mischievous smile in her stoic face "What if, you have to cook dinner for a week? Or maybe I'll make you read one of my books? That's not really a punishment though," she tapped her chin as she's thinking "Or, I could also punish you," she leaned closer and blow into your ear "Like this? Fufu, you're so cute when you're wincing like that." she sighed and close the book to put it on the side, and her hand moves to brush your hair gently "You bring out sides of me that I never thought I have..." a soft smile formed on her face "For example... I never thought that feeling your hair against my fingertips like this could be so addicting," she lightly pinched the tip of your nose, and giggles at your reaction "Or that teasing you would be so much fun? Your reaction is so lively, it's never boring to be around you," she sighed and close her eyes as she lost in her own thoughts "Being with you has become one of my hobbies... Fresh scent of new book will never compare to the scent of your fragnance, and reading become a chores if you're not by my side," she smiles dreamily, slowly getting sleepy "Your influence is kaleidoscope of color in my life, I never thought that something as abstract as you would be so enjoyable... Really, I would trade everything in the world, if it means we could always be together like this," her hand lied in your chest as she slowly dozed off "𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 '𝙤𝙪𝙧' 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧"

T S U R A R A H A L E S T O N E ❄️

"Brrrr…. oh, you're asleep?" she lowered her hand from her mouth, her body shakes slightly "I guess you've been waiting for long… I'm sorry," she walked towards you, her face expresses remorse "I should woke you up, don't I? But… brrrr…. let me use your body to warm up first… You don't mind, right?" she lied beside your sleeping figure, and snuggle closer to your side "Hehe… your body is so warm," she smiles dreamily as she hugs your body "I'm sorry that it took me so long to finish my work… I was getting in the zone with my research, and finally made some progress… But then," her gloved hand move towards your neck to rub it gently "The heater suddenly broke down… I have to waited for the mechanic to arrive, and I didn't realize that it was already this late" she sighed and closed her eyes, looking exhausted "I should've told you to go home early... I'm sorry that you have to wait for me." her body shakes again, and she lay her head on your chest "Brrrr... Why is it so cold," she lost in her own thought as she listen to your heartbeat, a soft smile formed in her face "Your heartbeat is steady, that's good... I always used your body as my warmer, and I know you said that you didn't mind that one bit... " she blushes and shyly buried her face to your neck "... But I hope you're not forcing yourself... My magic made my body cold, I didn't want you to get sick because of me." she stumbles as she risen up, her smile is warm and her hand is stroking your cheek "I think soon enough I can make some potion that will help keep my body warm temporarily! Tomorrow I'll show it to you! I don't know how long the effects would last... But," she leans in to kiss your cheek, accidentally biting her inner cheek out of nervousness "Ouch! Eh, what I'm saying is, with those potions we, hopefully, can starts hanging out outside! Do some dinner date, movie night at cinema, stuff that I know you want to do but you never asked out of consideration for me. " she hums happily as she snuggle closer to your cheek "You're warm," her eyes is full of adoration as she stares at your sleeping face "I love that the most about you... You're such a warm person. You're patient with me, even though sometimes my magic combined with my clumsiness causes you trouble. But you're always being so kind with me... It made me so happy," she turns to look at the clock "Ah, It's already this late! I should wake you up now." "𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩."

Long time no see! I've been busy with my irl stuff and just finally got the time to write again. I kinda projecting on some of the characters lol I hope you don't mind... I originally planned to write for all of them, but I decided to split it into different parts since when I'm writing this I have a severe case of writer's block lolol. I promises that the rest of them will be uploaded in due time!

I've made similar prompt before w/ Devil's Quintuplet+Cell War so check it out! And I tried to make it as less OOC as I possibly could, but I don't know if it will suits your interpretation. I hope you like it all the same though! Thank you anon for your request 🍀 and thank you for reading!

[yellowocaballero]

new chapter. um hello. i feel physically sick... why are the psychic space wizards not taking the psychic space visions seriously oh my god. qui gon dropping the fucking ball o'clock. especially when anakin is actually picking up on something but is talked out of it. and cody taking advantage of all of this, yikes.

also obsessed with cody being mad at qui gon for neglect and ignoring the big old emotionally manipulative, dishonest, genocidal, and fascist elephant in the room. sir, im not sure you have a leg to stand on here!! especially when you are actively separating them at all costs.

and i really like the scene where rex clocks that vader is Not Good for obi wan. internal thought process goes like "maybe i don't want my baby brother under the sole power and custody of an angry violent man in service of a fascist regime (oh shit am i also a violent man in service of a fascist regime???)"

actually i don't think rex is there yet or will be anytime soon but the stage is set for a trip to epiphany city

Thank you so much I love this ask :) The comments and asks I've been receiving have been so so insightful and smart. As a writer it's incredibly rewarding.

"Why are the Force users not taking the Force visions seriously" - well, they really should, right? And if they do believe him, then the entire conspiracy would be blown to high hell. So it's probably a very high priority of the clones to defuse that risk. I get more explicit about it later, but a big part of Cody's job is to manipulate and engineer the situation to mitigate the risk. I will go more in-depth into that later.

I love that comment about Cody. I don't want to give any insight into his brain whatsoever, but I can 100% guarantee he has zero self-awareness. He does genuinely think Qui-Gon is a shithead terrible neglectful father figure, and he does not view this as his fault at all. It is, in fact, Qui-Gon's fault for LETTING Cody do this. If Cody's separating them, then it's Qui-Gon's fault for being so seperateable. Cody thinks Cody has done nothing wrong in his whole life.

I can't believe that you clocked everything going through Rex's head so well so quickly. I can't say anything more about it because it's all massive spoilers, but Rex's realization and clocking that is a big part of his story. Get back to me and I can talk much, much more about it.

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER

["whatever our souls are made of hers and mine are the same"]

| ✮ 3.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers for ihhbwm + some spoliers for ioihth]

ok so lemme tell you i had the BIGGEST reading slump ever just as i started to read this. so this review may be a little choppy at some points because i've just pointblank forgotten some parts and don't wanna go back and re-read finny's pov just yet.

i was so on the fence about reading this because on one hand i really wanted to read finny's pov and on the other, complete and utter heartbreak.... yeah....... so anyway i read it.

when i tell you that this book had me ugly crying in the middle of the night. like seriously finny's pov?? fucking broke me. are you kidding me? the way he speaks about autumn? ugh when am i gonna find a guy like finny fr? but seriously this book had me on a rollercoaster of emotions just from the heartbreak knowing whats already gonna happen to finny as he describes how happy he is and how he can't believe autumn loves him back, to the smile i had on my face reading about 'the moms' bickering over baby stuff for autumn.

i will say this now i did expect a little more (hence the rating). i wanted idk more closure at the end there. idk rlly know how to describe it better since its 10 o'clock at night and ive had zero sleep for the past four nights in a row. but yeah i wanted something more. (bitch u wanted finny to be alive)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

finny -

*sobbing noises* i could go on a damn rant abt this boy. holy shit. he's just perfect. if i see one person ONE PERSON coming after him istg- he was such a caring sweet person like the pencil??? and always going to the sketchy gas station (i nearly called it a servo then lmao) to get the candy autumn likes?? and always making sure people were safe when he drives?? *cough* apparently not you though sylvie *cough* just ahhh laura when i get you. cause like why'd you have to make him get out of the car, hmmm? lets just compromise and you give me an alternate universe where finny misses the puddle or better yet where sylvie kept her damn seatbelt on.

jack -

tbh i wasn't all that excited to read about jack. (also to be fair i was still sobbing from finny's pov so that probably didn't help) like i seriously just thought it'd be some jock trying to process finny's death by hooking up with alexis (who by the way can go jump up her own ass and die) but we got the whole other side of him where he was genuinely affected by finny's death and really was his best friend. but the way he didn't like autumn way just- yeah. also i saw him and sylvie coming from a mile away like seriously it wasn't very subtle.

autumn -

*sobbing noises increase* autumn my baby girl. i just wanted to jump through the pages and give her a hug. seriously i feel robbed that we didn't get to see a happy autumn. angie and her's friend ship was so precious tho. and i love love LOVE that they bonded over being moms/soon-to-be-moms. im also just gonna say the way we didn't see an ounce of jamie or sasha this entire book made me so happy! i also lowkey wanted to see more of when she was an actual mom? like what would she name the baby? i wanted to see domestic autumn a little more. but i still love her so much and it was so lovely to see her heal <3

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers]

"my love for her is the closest thing i have to religion. but it's okay that she doesn't feel the same. i'm fine. i can handle it" - finny

"my devotion to autumn is engraved on my very being. i am in awe of her. i will sit in the stands and cheer her on in life as her most ardent admirer. i know i'll always love her in the same way i know i'll always need oxygen" - finny

"it's all done. finn's story is over. his whole life. that was it. not even nineteen years, and he'll never, ever do anything else ever again. finn won't go off to college or celebrate his birthday. he won't get another hair cut or get the oiled changed in his car. he won't bite a hangnail on his thumb or buy another CD. finn smith has done everything he will ever do. he won't get to be with autumn." - jack

“this baby isn't what's left over from our love story. this baby is our story's continuation.” - autumn

"if only i'd told her that i loved her years ago, i wouldn't be here now." - finny

all in all laura you can pay for my therapy mkay?

[chrollosbm]

Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Four

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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You only heard from Choso twice since you bumped into him at the cafe. Once last night to confirm your date, and once a few hours ago to get your address. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were incredibly excited to go on this date. Not just because you had never been to a carnival before, but also because you were going on with Choso. The mysterious, sexy, and as you just found out, bossy man from the club. There was something about him that intrigued you, and it wasn’t just the way he looked. The way he carried himself in such high regard, his cockiness, and his dominating aura were all just so sexy. You weren’t the type to ever listen to anyone, let alone a man, but if his commanding spirit wanted to control you, you would have zero problems with it. You felt possessed, as if someone different had come into your body and was making you want to obey this man. 

Ever since his surprise appearance at your favorite coffee shop, you had been thinking about how bad you felt for basically ghosting Choso. You didn’t go out of your way to contact him after that night at the club, too focused on healing your heartbreak to care. It sounds bad, but it was the truth. You spent about another week, sulking, crying, screaming even. At some point during that week while you were waiting on a text from Suguru that never came, you mustered the courage to block his number and all of his social media. Tears dropped onto your phone nonstop as you did so, but you did it. You also promised yourself you wouldn’t reach out to him this time, knowing that no good would come from it and so far, you were keeping your promise.

You were so damn proud of yourself. 

The next couple weeks you were flipping from crying yourself to sleep every night and having extreme anger outbursts. Said outbursts included screaming yourself raw into a pillow, burning photos of you and Suguru, and calling Andrea on a rampage (in which she spent thirty minutes trying to calm you down.) You were doing this healing thing pretty well, and although a few weeks before the thought of even speaking to a man repulsed you, Choso was slowly becoming the only exception to that rule. 

It was currently six pm and you decided it was time to get ready. You had gotten back home from work about thirty minutes ago and were too excited to just sit still and wait for eight o'clock to come, so you decided to give yourself some extra time to get ready for your date with Choso.

After a quick shower that involved exfoliating and shaving everywhere (it was only the first date, but you never know,) you moisturized your body, and put on a silk robe to get ready. It was kind of chilly tonight, so you could wear a little more face makeup today. You didn’t go too heavy, but it looked like you actually tried. Your hair was still in knotless braids, which you decided to keep down, letting it cascade down your back.

For your outfit, you were having trouble deciding between your abundance of sweaters and sweatshirts, but you ended up choosing a slightly oversized maroon sweater that complimented your skintone the best. You paired it with bootcut dark wash jeans, then decided to finish the outfit off with a pair of black Doc Martens. You put on a small gold necklace and gold hoop earrings to match.  

You gave yourself one final satisfied look in the mirror when you heard a knock on your front door. You checked the time and saw that it was 8 pm on the dot. Well, he’s very punctual, it seems.

You walked down the stairs, shoes in hand, trying to calm your breathing and the rapid beat of your heart. You were starting to feel guilty with how thrilled you were to go on a date with another man so soon. You felt ashamed considering it took you only just about a month to feel comfortable enough to start seeing someone again. Then again, your ex was seeing other people almost the entirety of your relationship, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, right? 

You opened the door and were very pleased at the sight. Choso was standing on your doorstep with yellow sunflowers in his hands, and a small smile playing on his lips, his birthmark dancing with the subtle movements of his face. You took in his appearance and sucked in a breath, astonished at the sight before you. He had on an oversized black sweatshirt, dark wash jeans, and black Doc Martens to match yours. His hair was in his signature buns, this time a little neater though, his small bangs still on display. There was a silver chain that was barely visible underneath his sweatshirt, and he was wearing an expensive watch with his usual diamond earrings in his ears. His dark eyes were on you, waiting, so dark that they were almost haunting.

He was fucking beautiful. 

“You got me flowers.” You finally let out, surprise in your voice. It was rare that you ever received flowers, let alone bought them for yourself. You liked them, but nobody nor yourself had ever gotten them in the past, considering you’d dated pretty shitty guys and you never went out of your way to get yourself any. The thought just never crossed your mind.

The smile remained on his face as he responded. “I got you flowers.” He stated back at you in confirmation. “And in your favorite color.” His eyes had a mischievous glint in them and you rolled your eyes.

“I guess you figured it out.” You grabbed the flowers from his hands gratefully, and stepped to the side, gesturing for him to come inside. He stepped inside with your permission and began to look around your apartment, an unreadable look in his eyes. You gave the flowers a small smell and smiled, looking back up at him.

“They’re beautiful, Choso. Thank you.” You said genuinely. They truly were beautiful, they seemed like they just bloomed today, so fragrant and delicate. “I’m going to put these in a vase really quick, then we can go, okay?” You asked and he gave you a small nod, still looking around in your apartment, making you nervous.

You hadn’t had many people inside your place: only Andrea, Suguru, and your siblings. It made you anxious knowing he was now in your personal space, getting a glimpse at who you really were. Your apartment was nothing crazy, small and cozy, consisting only of one bedroom and bathroom, a living room, and a tiny kitchen. The walls were a plain cream color, but it was decorated with photos of your friends and family (which consisted of only you and your sisters,) yellow paintings you had bought at a few local markets (a few which were actually sunflowers, weirdly enough,) and random trinkets you had gotten from traveling. Your place was clean and smelled like your favorite scented candle, so you weren't afraid he would think you lived in a pig’s sty, but it was still nerve-wracking to have his presence in your apartment. 

You quickly walked into your kitchen and scrambled to find a vase that you knew had to be in one of your kitchen cabinets, somewhere. When you finally found one, you placed the flowers in, and filled it with water with a nervous tap of your foot, Choso’s silence in the other room making you want to leave your apartment as soon as possible. You had nothing to hide, but who knows? You could’ve left a vibrator sitting out on your living room table and he could be sat there in horror, ready to run for the hills (doubtful, but your mind was convincing you of every worst case scenario.) 

The vase that seemed to be taking ages to fill with water finally reached the top and you walked to the living room with vigor to find Choso staring at the collage of photos you had on one of your walls. You mentally sighed in relief and placed the flowers down on the wooden end table next to your couch (with no vibrator in sight.) You stepped next to him and noticed him staring at the photo of you and your sisters a few years back, standing in front of the three of yours first home together. Your older sister had the keys to said home in her hand, as young as eighteen years old, with a huge smile on her face. Your younger sister was grinning just as wide and clinging onto an obviously annoyed you in the photo, with a scowl on your face. The picture showcased your differing personalities almost perfectly and it was your favorite photo of the three of you together.

“Are these your siblings?” He asked, still looking at the photos. He was pointing to said photo. “You guys look alike.” 

You and your siblings were put into foster care when you were only fourteen years old, with your sisters being twelve and sixteen. You were all dealt a horrible hand in life, with both of your parents being addicts. You and your sisters had been basically fending for yourselves for years, going to food banks to get food, and sometimes having to shoplift for basic necessities. Everything hit a turning point when a neighbor called Child Protective Services on your parents, realizing you and your younger sister had been home alone almost everyday for a month while your older sister was out, working shitty part time jobs, on top of going to school, to provide groceries for her younger siblings. Your parents went on long drug benders often, not caring even a little if their children had food, water, or even electricity. When you were put into foster care, you all remained there for two years, with your older sister gaining sole custody of you and your younger sister quickly, due to her hard work. She ran her own traveling hair business and continued working her part time jobs from the moment you were all put into foster care, knowing she had to provide for herself and two younger children.

Her hair business grew with the help of social media, and the day she turned eighteen, she had enough funds to apply for places to live, all while filing for custody at the same time. Everything seemed to fall into place soon after that, with the three of you being able to have your own space, shortly after she was approved. It was a great change, since you all had been moving from one foster home to the other, way too often. Thankfully, you were all able to stay together in said foster homes, as the three of you fought to stay together each time. 

Because your sister’s hair business grew, she was soon able to get her own shop. This also meant longer hours and more clients. A result of that meant you had to take care of your younger sister by yourself most of the time. She was old enough at the time to know how to take care of her basic needs, being fourteen years old, but you still had to be there to make her meals, help her with her homework, and drive her places she needed to be. This, sadly, prevented you from having a normal teenage life (if that were even possible, given the start.) It was okay though, all you wanted to do was make sure your younger sister was provided with a better childhood than when the three of you were living with two addicts who sadly succumbed to the life of hard narcotics. Your parents never tried to find the three of you, at least to your knowledge, and while it did depress you at times, you felt better off without them.

You snapped out of your thoughts and gave him a nod as he turned to look at you. “Yeah, that’s them.” You said softly, barely audible, still thinking about the shitty life you had to live when you were young. “It’s just the three of us. They’re my entire world.” You said, sincerity in your voice. 

You felt him staring a hole into the side of your head and heard him give a small “Hm.” You turned your head to him, eyes connecting with his, a glint of sadness in his eyes, although his face remained straight.

You noticed his change in expression and raised an eyebrow. “Hm,’ what?” You questioned.

“Nothing really.” He tilted his head, another unreadable expression in his eyes. “I’m pretty close with my brothers, as well.” His lips twitched, a smile almost forming, dark orbs still having a tint of gloom in them.

“Really?” You asked, surprised. You weren’t sure why, but he didn’t seem to be the family oriented type (then again, you knew close to nothing about him.) “How many do you have?” 

“I’m the oldest of four.” He answered. “It’s just the four of us as well, our parents left us when I was barely eighteen. Pretty much ghosted us.” His smile disappeared and you noticed his face began to harden slightly, his jaw clenching. 

You were shocked. Who would’ve thought the two of you would’ve had that in common?  To you, Choso was the sexy, quiet guy from the club, a mystery waiting to be solved. It felt weird to actually learn things about him, to understand how much depth he actually has. It was a tragedy that the both of you were abandoned by your parents at such a young age, having to fend for yourselves when you were supposed to be having a normal childhood. Choso was the oldest though, and you could only imagine what that must’ve been like for him. You watched your older sister work her ass off to provide for two children, so you can’t imagine what Choso had to do to provide for three.

It was your turn to give Choso a “hm,” as a response, and his face softened as he looked down at you. “You don’t get to ‘hm’ me. Tell me what you’re thinking.” He had a smirk on his face now, and his pools of darkness were staring deeply into your eyes, seeming to hypnotize you to answer him, which you did with no problem. 

You cleared your throat and your eyes remained on his, trying to act unphased by his intimidating presence. “Nothing really.” You mocked his previous answer and he rolled his eyes before you continued with a sad smile. “We just seem to have more in common than I thought.”

His car smelled like him: fresh laundry and a type of men’s cologne that you seemed to not get enough of. His vehicle was extremely clean on the inside, as well as the outside, and you were afraid your shoes would dirty up the carpet covered floor, even though you knew they were clean. It was a newer car, seeming to be extremely high tech and spacious. Before he pulled off, he turned on your seat warmer and had the passenger side of the car’s heat set to the perfect temperature, wanting to make sure you felt toasty before the two of you went on your journey. You didn’t fail to notice this and smiled to yourself, happy at the amount of attentiveness he was showing towards making sure you felt comfortable. 

The car ride to the carnival was filled with a comfortable silence as The Weeknd played in the background, and you were pleasantly surprised by his taste in music. You didn’t think he would have bad taste per say, but it seemed like he took every song from your playlist and decided to play on the ride there. Your music tastes were very similar and you found yourself giving him the occasional, “I love this song!” With a bop of your head, in which he would respond with a lingering look at you, a closed lip smile on his face.

The two of you pulled up to the very busy carnival and managed to find a parking space close to the entrance. You were granted with the sight of flickering lights, the smell of fried food, and the loud sounds of rides, screams of joy, and games. You felt like a kid again, this time being able to experience true childhood. You had to hold in a squeal as you looked out the passenger seat window, the lights reflecting too many different colors in your eyes and felt Choso park the car. 

You turned to him with childish glee in your eyes and a wide grin covering your face. “I’m so excited!” You exclaimed, no longer being able to hold your exhilaration. “I’ve never been to a carnival.” You said, truth in your words. Your parents barely provided funds for food, there was no way they would ever give you any money to have fun. As you got older, the thought of going to a fair never really crossed your mind, and it's not like Suguru was ever interested in activities like this.

Choso’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Never been to the carnival?” He repeated your words as a question and you shook your head, excitement still on your features. He looked at you with sadness covering his face, which he quickly fixed, thinking you wouldn’t notice. “Well, my precious sunflower, I’m gonna make sure you have the time of your life tonight, okay?” He said sweetly, his features softening, an adoring look in his eyes.

Your cheeks warmed and you nodded, unable to form words at his sudden mushiness and the nickname he had just called you. Sunflower? Cute. Different.

You watched as he stepped out of the car and waited for him to open your door patiently, just as he did before the two of you left your apartment. He opened it shortly after and extended his hand to help you get out, in which you obliged. His large and surprisingly soft hand enveloped over your much smaller one, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Before you could think, Choso was walking you towards the fair’s ticket booth, hand still in his. Goosebumps were all over your body at this point, as you prepared to let him lead the night.

Choso paid for a wristband for the two of you to ride unlimited fair rides and play as many games as your heart desired.

As the man at the ticket booth was putting the purple wristband on your arm, Choso let go of your hand and you had to hide your disappointment, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

As he finished, Choso suddenly had a big smile on his face, resembling yours from earlier. It was pretty scary, not because his grin was ugly, but because you had never seen an expression of such joy on his face before. His dark eyes were lit up by the differing colored lights and it looked like fireworks were going off in them. 

“I have to admit…I invited you to the fair for a bit of a selfish reason.” He looked down at you, tilting his head with a look of mischief on his face.

You squinted your eyes at him, trying to understand what he meant. “Huh?” You asked confused.

“I love games. It’s my biggest strength and I wanted to show off for you tonight.” He explained, still smiling and let out a small chuckle, with a shrug. “Now that I know this is your first time at the carnival, I’m going to win every single game here for you tonight.” He promised with a determined look in his eye and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Choso…” You stared up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “You’re a fucking nerd.” You continued and started laughing the minute his eyes narrowed at you.

He rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish laughing at your own joke. “You say that now…” He folded his arms across his chest, biceps still flexing through his sweatshirt. You didn’t miss said flexing and he gave a small smirk when he noticed you checking him out. “but you’re gonna’ be going home with enough stuffed animals to fill a room tonight. Just watch.” He then placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the first game he planned to win, and you tried to not sweat as his warm touch through your sweatshirt was making you hot all over.

So, Choso wasn’t lying. He was winning every single fucking game at the fair. 

It started with the ring toss. Yeah, it was pretty impressive the way he was able to make the first three rings on the same colors with no problem. Your rings landed, but on completely different colors. That scored you a big fat zero and Choso a small teddy bear that you gladly accepted, although you were shocked at how easily he won the game. It was like he didn’t even try.

After that, it was skeeball. You weren’t too bad at this either, but Choso dusted you once again, winning yet another stuffed animal, this time bigger because of his high score. Again, you gladly accepted the prize, but he insisted on carrying it this time. Again, you were surprised at the way he continued to be victorious with no effort at all. You started to wonder if he spent all his free time just playing games all day. Not that that would be bad, it would just be a little astounding. Choso, dark, mysterious, and intimidating, in his house, playing all day. It was funny to imagine.

The two of you played more games, in which you continued to be mediocre at, but he was a pro at them. He was telling the truth about being a professional game player, he was breezing through everything like it was first grade math. 

At some point, the two of you had to place the prizes he won in his car, with him being unable to carry all of them at once, refusing to let you help him even though you practically begged him to let you assist him. You returned to the fair quickly after, Choso obviously excited to continue showing you his skills. He was so fucking adorable. 

 The two of you were currently playing darts and balloons and you were absolutely horrible at this, the darts not even landing on the board. They were somehow downwards sloping to the ground every time and you noticed Choso trying to stifle a snicker. 

“Let’s see you give it a try!” You pretty much shouted at him and folded your arms at him, waiting for him to make his move, with a sarcastic tap of your foot. You knew he would show you out, but you still had some hope he would be horrible at this too.

He laughed at your sore-loser behavior and picked up the three darts. “Watch and learn, pretty girl.” He gave you a smirk, playfulness in his deep voice, which caused you to stick your tongue out at him, playfully, trying to ignore the pitter patter of your heart at the compliment. He then turned his head towards the board, shortly throwing the first dart towards the board.

Pop.

“That’s one.” He said, still staring at the board with complete seriousness on his face, aiming his next dart. Your eyes narrowed, and you waited for him to continue, annoyed at your deduction being incorrect.

Pop.

“Balloon number two.” He was smirking this time and you scoffed at him, unbelievably. Cocky bastard. 

Pop.

“And that’s three…” He dragged out his words and turned towards you slowly, with an “I told you so,” look on his face. You sucked your teeth at his response, eyes still narrowed.

“You cheated!” You accused him and he let out a booming laugh, eyes squinting in the process.

“You can’t cheat at this game!” He exclaimed at you, defending himself while still laughing. “It’s about skill. I did tell you I was damn good.” He was smiling down at you now, cheerfulness in his globes of darkness, as you folded your arms with a playful pout on your face.

“Whatever,” you said to him, faking annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to let me win, anyways? That’s the chivalrous thing to do!” He gave you an adoring look in response, coming closer to you. Your heart started to boom in your chest, quickly and skipping beats.

“It would be pretty impossible for you to beat me considering you scored absolutely zero points.” His large arms wrapped around your waist and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He was so close to you and he smelled so good, like laundry detergent and that cologne you couldn’t get enough of. You wanted to ask what he used just so you could buy it for yourself and spray it on yourself, wanting to be reminded of Choso.

You scoffed in disbelief, trying to cover up how flustered you actually were. “You are so damn cocky!” You pointed your finger in his chest playfully, looking up at him, neck hurting because of the height difference. 

“I have good reason to be.” He responded, with a twitch of his lip. Your eyes widened at his insinuation and he laughed again. 

“You are so expressive, you know that?” He pulled you closer and tilted his head down at you, his fingers caressing your lower back. “It’s adorable. Adds to your charm.” 

Your cheeks warmed at that. Charm? You weren’t very charming, you were actually a mess. Clumsy, loud, blunt, rude. Not charming. 

“Now, let me help you.” He snapped you out of your thoughts and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he placed his hands on your hips roughly, and turned you so you were facing the darts and balloons stand again. You gasped softly at his grip, somehow feeling crazy turned on by the sensation. Your back was against his hard chest and your ass was touching his groin. You knew your panties were moistening from this simple interaction, and your stomach was in knots as he leaned down to get close to your face from behind.

“It’s all about aim and force.” He said softly, close to your ear, giving you goosebumps and a small shiver. He kept one arm on your waist and grabbed a dart with the other, soon placing it in your hand and enveloping his large one on top of yours. His fingers softly made it so your hand was in a pinching motion and aimed for the target.  “Your aim could be great, but it won’t matter if you’re throwing with no strength. Got it?” He said reassuringly and you simply nodded, unable to speak.

“Alright then.” He said approvingly and you felt him nod curtly, still holding on to you tightly, making you feel both on edge and motivated at the same time. “Now throw it.” he commanded, with a force, and you obeyed him quickly with no questions asked. How could you, with the way you knew he was watching you, intimidation in his aura. You squinted, trying to focus on the target, then threw the dart towards the board with might.

Pop.

You gasped as the dart hit the balloon, popping it forcibly. You clapped your hands in excitement, a huge smile on your face, pride swelling your heart.

His face was still close to yours and you felt his grip on you tighten every so slightly. 

“Good girl.” He said softly, obvious seduction in his voice and your throat hitched at his sudden words of praise. At this point, you knew your underwear was a pool of your arousal. There was something about Choso's approval and praise that made you weak in the knees and you wanted so much more of it. Your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in your chest and you were afraid he could feel it against his chest from behind. 

He gave your waist a small squeeze and the side of your forehead a small kiss before he moved away from you, making you pout. His warm presence was gone too quickly and the side of your forehead was burning, aching for his lips again. You turned your head to him and watched as he gave you a closed lip smile.

“Now, try it yourself.” He nodded at you with great encouragement in his eyes.

Again, like a robot waiting on its command, you followed his instructions with zero questions.

Pop.

Pop.

You were actually jumping for joy now, unable to hide your excitement this time. You turned towards Choso, wanting his stamp of approval again, which he granted you with no problem. “Nice job, gorgeous.” He walked towards you, a smile on his lips and a fond look in his dark orbs. “I knew you could do it.” He finished sincerely. You cheesed back up at him, still giddy and bouncing like a true kid.

You ended up choosing a yellow, medium sized stuffed panda, which you insisted on calling “Choso Junior.” Choso didn’t mind, of course, finding it funny. You kept talking about it like a real human being, referring to it as “he” and “Choso Junior” instead of “it.”

“You wanna know why he’s called Choso Junior?” You looked up at Choso, still smiling as the two of you were currently walking towards a cotton candy stand. You briefly mentioned you hadn’t had cotton candy since you were as young as five, so Choso, of course, dragged you to the nearest food stall that sold said treat. 

“Actually, yes.” He responded, and looked down at you with an eyebrow raised. “I’m all for this being our first child together, but why is it named after me? The bear is your favorite color after all. It should be named after you.” The two of you reached your destination, a small line ahead of you.

You squinted your eyes at him. “First of all, he. Not it.” You commented on his refusal to treat your new son as a human being. He playfully rolled his eyes in response and waited for you to continue. 

“You’re right. He is my favorite color, but he looks more like you.” You explained and the confused look remained on the man before you. “His face is unamused and bored. And look! The dark patches around his eyes indicate how tired looking he is all the time. Just like his daddy.” You tilted your head up at him, a smirk on your face. 

His eyebrows raised at you and he began to laugh softly at your commitment to the bit. “Great observation.” He stated as the line moved forward and placed his hand on your back again, guiding you closer to the front of the line. “I’m not unamused all the time, though. I’m very delighted when I’m around you.” He said it so casually, yet it set you on fire. Every little thing he said was getting a reaction out of you and you couldn’t tell if you hated it or not. It was like he knew exactly what to say, all the time.

The two of you reached the front of the line and he ordered for the both of you, pink for you and blue for him. He led you both to a bench nearby and you set Choso Junior down next to you, propped up, sitting up straight. You noticed the look of amusement Choso gave you and you shot him back a glance of playful annoyance, eyes squinting in the process.

Choso wrapped his free arm around your shoulder as the two of you were eating your cotton candy in silence, people watching. 

You felt on top of the world. You were having the time of your life with Choso. You didn’t know you could have this much fun on a date. You were used to simple dinner daters, which were fine, but it was nice to do an activity with someone for a change. You were also surprised at how much fun Choso actually was. You didn’t think he was boring, but he gave off a vibe that he would be “too cool” to do something as child-like as going to the fair and playing endless games with you. Yeah, he wanted to show off playing said games, but you were also enjoying yourself. On top of it all, he kept his promise to you by winning enough stuffed animals to fill a room. You seriously didn’t know where you were going to put them all.

You suddenly felt his intense gaze on you and your assumption was correct as you looked up at him, being faced with his usual serious expression, this time with a look you couldn’t read in his eyes. He was pale in the  bright moonlight, his clear, flawless skin glowing. The small pieces that fell from his buns were blowing in the light breeze of the wind and his rich, dark brown, almost black eyes were soft on yours. He was so fucking beautiful.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He stated seriously, emphasis in his words, seeming to read your thoughts. Your cheeks warmed and you gave him a stunned look at his confession. Your cheeks were so hot you felt like they were going to burn off.

Before you could respond, he leaned down and placed his lips on yours, softly and carefully. All the noise of the carnival seemed to fade away slowly, and all you could focus on was Choso’s soft pillows on yours. You were shocked at his sudden kiss, but quickly responded by moving your lips on his full, plush like ones in an unhurried way. You placed a manicured hand on his chest softly, wanting to feel him in some way on your palms. He tasted like mint toothpaste and blue raspberry, the flavor of his cotton candy. His tongue caressed yours softly and the arm that rested behind you was now placed on your lower back, pushing you towards him closer. He pulled his lips away from you shortly after, though, which caused disappointment to cross your features. 

He noticed and gave you a small smile. “I know.” He responded to your dismay, a frustrated look in his eyes as well. “We are in public, though.” He looked around, smugly and you suddenly remembered where you were and you placed your hands on your cheeks to sooth the heat that began to rise again and gave you a loud, exaggerated groan.

He chuckled softly at your reaction and placed his pink, now swollen lips on your forehead, giving it a small smooch. “As much as I want to engulf you whole, it’ll have to wait.” He smirked at you, knowing he was working you up. 

You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him yet another overdramatic groan, covering your entire face this time, making him laugh again.

This was definitely the best date you had ever been on.

Chapter Five is Posted

[breakingthefourtthwall]

As someone who flops whenever the vibes are off (see the car being off since last year and him being ignored; also the fact that he hasn't always had the same updates as max which A LOT of people don't mention when they trash him) I feel like I would've offed myself if I was in Checo's place where every dimwit on the world wide web with only virtual knowledge to what I am doing in a professional manner started running their mouths about me.

Like, it would be a hard choice between homicide and suicide for me, I fear.

I KNOW he's a millionaire and athlete, and they're preconditioned and molded differently from your average Jane (me) HOWEVER he's still a person and I can't imagine that at some point it doesn't get to them.

I'm not saying he hasn't been bad, but people with zero actual personal experience in what it feels like to drive an F1 car thinking they would do better or someone else would do better need to stfu!!!

Alas, when the time comes, I won't hesitate to eat the rich, until then take it easy on what and how you say it! Not everything is constructive criticism, and even then, why give it unsolicited?

Morning rant is done ✔️

Check in at seven o'clock for more xoxo

[starwarsmum]

Day 24: Green Light. Follow up to Impulsive Moments

@maribatserver

Marinette was excited and nervous. Damian had told her to be ready for 6 o'clock sharp and she had worked very hard to ensure her usual tardy tendencies didn't bite her in the ass. She was pleased when she was waiting in the foyer with ten whole minutes to spare and fretted over the shirt she'd picked out.

Damian had let her know that she should dress casually, in clothes she didn't mind getting messy and that she could move around in, but she had still wanted to impress him. So although she had worn her comfiest jeans, she had also chosen a shirt she had made with him in mind.

It was a sleeveless one in a green the same shade as his eyes when he was talking about something he was passionate about. She had made it weeks ago but kept it hidden in her closet so nobody could make (accurate) guesses about her feelings. The thought that she was going on a date with Damian in it now made her stomach flutter pleasantly. 

“Wow, Pix, looking good! Got a hot date you forgot to tell me about or something?” Jason asked jokingly, approaching her as he entered the manor. When she blushed he did a double take, and whistled. “You should've said something, I’d’ve run a background check for you. Shit, when do they get here, I've got some time to do it now.” 

“Tt, that will be unnecessary, Todd,” Damian said as he came down the stairs. Marinette focused on continuing to breathe as she glanced at his outfit - a form fitting athletic t-shirt and jeans that hugged him in all the right places. She wondered how inappropriate it would be to pull a Peggy Carter and touch his chest. “You look lovely, Marinette.” 

“What the f-”

“Mind your language, Todd, I doubt you want Alfred to hear you cursing,” Damian said, a smug note entering his voice as he put on the leather jacket he had been carrying before helping Marinette into her own. She blushed at how closely he was standing but allowed him to put an arm around her waist and steer her towards the door. “Have a pleasant evening.” 

“Bye Jason,” she called, twisting slightly to wave and but back a snort when she saw his jaw had dropped open. Then she was being led over to Damian's motorbike and she completely forgot about everything except the thought of being able to wrap her arms around him while he drove them around Gotham. 

It was every bit as wonderful as she'd imagined, his impressively muscular chest making her melt. If nothing else went right that night at least she would have the memory of his muscles moving under her arms and hands to keep her occupied. But she really hoped to get a repeat of the scorching kisses from the previous night so she prayed to Tikki that her luck was with them. 

She had paid precisely zero attention to where they were going so she was surprised when he stopped in front of a small but bright building. It took her a moment to realise they were going to be playing laser tag and she felt a grin split her face. She yanked the helmet off her head and beamed up at Damian, taking his arm and dragging him inside. 

As they were put through the safety briefing she kept glancing at him before trying to pay attention. She tried to stop, especially when he had already been looking at her once, a small smirk on his lips. Taking a deep breath she reminded herself that they were already on a date; he knew she was interested so it didn't matter if he caught her looking at him sometimes. 

For their first game, they were asked to get into pairs and Damian stuck to her side like glue. They trounced the other players and she settled slightly when her competitive nature took hold, excitement and joy vibrating through her when they saw the scores. 

“Alright, looks like the wonder pair will need to be separated,” the employee leading their games said, sounding exasperated. Damian scowled at him but he didn't stop him from putting people into teams - with Marinette on an opposing one. 

“Don't worry, I'll try to take it easy on you,” Marinette teased, her eyes bright with mirth. Damian mock glared at her in a way he hoped conveyed that he was going to get retribution for that comment. It became a real glare when a couple of the guys from her team crowded her away from him, spouting nonsense about how they would protect her. He supposed the team score made them think that he had done the heavy lifting and he vowed to himself that he would aim for them relentlessly. 

As soon as the room filled with the cloying smoke that they used to make the game more challenging he crouched to start planning. He hardly listened to his teammates and they made no effort to include him, which was hardly a loss. He began making his way efficiently through the other team, searching for Marinette as a priority. He was fairly certain her teammates weren't going to try anything but he wanted to spend time with her anyway. 

He had just managed to shoot another enemy when he was confronted. He just about made out Marinette's gorgeous blue eyes before she pushed him roughly into the corner he had been taking shelter in. He caught her around the waist and let out a muffled noise as she kissed him. The laser tag gear was bulky and he was irritated that he couldn't press her any closer, but that irritation melted away when she bit gently on his lower lips and he focused solely on tasting her. 

She pulled away far too soon and he followed her for a moment before his gear flashed and he gaped at her raised gun.

“Sorry, but I really hate losing,” she said with a cheeky grin, darting in to peck his lips before running away laughing. He forced his mouth closed and narrowed his eyes as he tried to follow her. 

He didn't manage, and by the time the game was finished he had to concede that she was far better at this game than he was. And he was highly gratified when, after he had removed his vest and gun, she pounced on him and pulled him into another kiss. 

_ _ _

Once Jason had shaken off his surprise at what was, apparently, Damian going on a date with Marinette, he headed straight for Tim. He was fairly certain that nobody else had known about it because there was no way it wouldn't have been blasted on the group chat. He growled in frustration when he realised that Tim must still be on his way back from work and pulled his phone out. 

MrDarcy: was anyone gonna tell me that Demon Spawn was going on a date today?

MrPunderful: D has a date??

MrPunderful: @GhoulishWonder you're on a date?

WaffleQueen: you're shitting me

HotLibrarian: would it be morally wrong of me to find them to find out how it's going?

CoffeeTime: obviously 

CoffeeTime: but that doesn't mean you shouldn't *do* it

HotLibrarian: …

HotLibrarian: Jay, you forgot to mention who he was going on this date with

BalletBoss: ?

DukeofEverything: Babs, you can't just leave it like that, who's he out with?

MrDarcy: Pixie

MrDarcy: @GhoulishWonder stop ignoring us

HotLibrarian: pretty sure he just silenced his phone

HotLibrarian: which means he won't find out that I told you he's at Bat Burger until it's too late

Jason grinned and headed down to the cave. Barbara giving him the brat’s location was as good as flashing a green light saying he should go and spy on them. And Damian wouldn't be able to say shit because Marinette still didn't know about their other responsibilities. 

By the time he arrived at Bat Burger Dick was already suited up as well, perching on the roof opposite the building, a clear line of sight into the establishment. Which is why they could see Damian and Marinette sitting on the same side of a booth, his arm slung over the back of it with his face obscured by the fact he was talking into her ear. 

Whatever he said made her giggle and poke him in the side. Jason raised his eyebrows as Damian caught the offending hand and brought it up to his lips in what was clearly a kiss. He looked at Dick, trying to make sure he was seeing the same thing - which it looked like he was because he was watching the pair with his mouth partially open.

“Yeah, I know right?” He cackled, turning back to the pair as Marinette started picking at her fries. In spite of having his own set, Damian stole some out of her container. He had a rare grin on his face that morphed into surprise and a light blush when Marinette darted forward and ate them right out of his fingers. 

MrDarcy: ew, they're way too cute

MrDarcy: also, since when does the brat do flirting

MrPunderful: can we get audio?

HotLibrarian: I mean, I can probably hack her phone to get it

HotLibrarian: but I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that

HotLibrarian: they *are* sickeningly cute though

WaffleQueen: wait, are you watching them live, Jay?

MrDarcy: duh

MrDarcy: if he didn't want me to know he was going on a date he shouldn't have left from the manor 

MrDarcy: so obviously he wants us to do surveillance

CoffeeTime: he hasn't made you yet?

MrPunderful: he's pretty focused on Mari

MrPunderful: like, laser focused

MrPunderful: he hasn't taken his eyes off her since I got here

The pair on the roof ducked down when they saw that Damian and Marinette were finished with their meal, staying out of sight as the young couple spilled onto the street. In the quiet night air Jason could hear Marinette's bright laugh as she walked alongside Damian. And though they couldn't hear what was being said they could hear Damian's low timbre as well. 

Dick squealed when Damian wrapped his arm around Marinette, his hand settling onto her hip naturally. And he snapped a picture when Marinette snuggled into Damian's side, her own arm snaking around his waist under his jacket. 

Down on the street, Damian was blissfully ignorant of his brothers, his attention entirely captured by Marinette. He had had a wonderful evening and decided that silencing the family chat had been the best decision he had ever made. Marinette had been similarly embarrassed when he had told her that Jason had started everyone speculating on their date but he had successfully turned their conversation to other things.

And now that they had eaten…he didn't really want to go back to the manor and face questions. Everyone would be insufferable enough when he was on patrol so if he could delay the inevitable he would. But they were rapidly approaching the bike and he couldn't think of a good reason not to return.

Luckily, Marinette seemed similarly reluctant and drummed her fingers on the seat of the bike instead of trying to get her helmet. And when he rested a hand on her side she looked up at him shyly. It amazed him that she could be so forward when they had been competing but seemed nervous now.

Trying not to overthink it, he ducked down to kiss her this time. She kissed him back eagerly and he quickly lost himself in the moment. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, lifting her slightly to sit on the bike to make it easier. She gave a soft moan as he let his hand trace the hem of her shirt and he repeated the motion, hand slipping a little further under it.

A crash startled them enough to break the kiss, Marinette gripping his jacket more tightly as she glanced around them. He quickly located the source of the noise: a plant pot that had landed across the street. He narrowed his eyes slightly and glared upwards, catching sight of movement and growling as he realised they had an audience. 

“Maybe we should get out of here,” Marinette said after a moment, sounding breathless. He nodded sharply before pressing a much more chaste kiss to her lips before they got their helmets on and sped off.

While he was driving, however, he was also plotting revenge and was determined to make whoever had been spying on them suffer.

[chipthekeeper]

Andor S1 Rewatch Commentary - Episode 1

hi pals, back again to be annoying. here's all the dumb shit i said while rewatching episode one of andor for our server rewatch. i really couldn't shut up

Okay, starting this recording, about two minutes early. There's literally no reason for me to wait until 8 o'clock, but it just feels right to train myself to do that

I thought I was going to have to watch this on Disney Plus and not the beautiful DVDs because there was a cat laying on me and I needed to get up to actually turn on the DVD. But he got up so yay

I'm sitting here watching with all the lights off. No other distractions. Just remembering the first time I watched this. Also had all the lights off, but there were major distractions. Which was annoying, but I was watching Star Wars at home on a Wednesday, the day before my birthday, so I really could not complain

I don't think I've ever realized when I've turned on the DVD that it has the, it still has the helmet thingy at the beginning. I just sort of thought that was only on Disney Plus. Maybe it's just this first episode. I don't know, honestly, if I've ever watched….this episode on these....I guess I have, just not very observant

I wonder if the music will change for season 2. I mean obviously it changed every episode, but I wonder if there will be a drastic change, I kinda doubt it. But you never know

It's just so fucking beautiful right off the bat, I will never get over it. I'm also never getting over seeing BBY 5 on the screen for the first time

Morlana One is definitely not a place I would like to hang out. I would like to see more stories set here though, that would be interesting

"You pay at the end" yeah we know

Oh I could have played Name That Alien but I don't actually know what that one's called. I could easily find out though, I could just look up Wini on Wookieepedia but I'm not looking at my phone, that's the whole point of this-- "I don't want Gani"

I love this chick because she has like an afro except it's flat on the top......She looks like a decraniated honestly

Thought for a second Verlo was messing with his wedding ring but that's the wrong hand……He's not wearing a ring at all. Or is he? Let me see your hand bitch!!

I can sort of only hear the music at this point. I kind of know it too well, it doesn't blend into the background anymore

Thank you bear, I think? for pointing out that he stares right at the camera. Eerie....

LET’S HEAR IT BOSS!!

Oh he deead…...

I don't think Verlo got shot. I don't know where people are getting that. Thought it was always a head thing. This guy's soft little head. I should probably look that up, though, I guess. Officially. Probably should have done that before the Dead Poll, but whatever

I love that I have zero sympathy for this guy, but still him dying on his knees begging for his life is tough to watch

*cat bothering me* Biggs, can you go somewhere else?

I want to know where Cassian got his boots. He's really booking it in the rain, not scared he's going to slip

Bee's delightful little music!

Is that a Luggabeast sleeping? Yes it is. I'll be honest, I never really watch this episode….Is the Luggabeast…sleeping or is it dead? I'm kind of concerned

This junkyard is dope. I want to go play around there. Just find shit

All these little huts and things on Kenari, I wonder if that brought back... I mean, I wonder if being out in the hut thing on Aldhani brought back any memories for him. Something I never thought about. But I'll bring Aldhani into anything

Kerri just looks so unimpressed

Bee’s little stutter. I remember just immediately falling in love with him the second I heard him stutter. "Pausing for data lag." DON’T WHACK HIM!!!

He can lie, he has adequate power reserves. That was...that line and later with Brasso...together are the moments that I was like, okay, yeah, there's nothing to worry about with this one

Oh. Oh, Ferrix, Ferrix people. *gasps* Here he comes. Here comes our boy, there he iiisssss, Ludwig Hopper!!! Great hat. Oh, did Cassian just give Ludwig the stink eye? What a dick

Brassooooooo…..See, a good show makes Cassian come up with this alibi and ask Brasso to use it. But a great show does this line. When Brasso improves on his alibi with such…flare

Brasso's my favorite because he just calls Cassian a bitch. With love. More people need to fully do that to him

Oh, here we go. It's the first time I went, “Oh, that guy from Game of Thrones.” First of many. Also Syril is here, I guess

“...what I like to call regrettable misadventure” God, I love the words in this show

Just cannot believe this show exists. Thank fucking God this show exists…..Wonder how many times I'm going to say that throughout these rewatches

Syril's goofy ass shoes. Perfect

Can't believe anyone would ever think that Syril would put his feet on the desk

*giggling* look at the shoes. They look like a five year old's

BIx!!!!!!!

“Your secret friend.” Just...I don’t know, something tickles me about that

I like how Bix is kind of mumbly sometimes. That's endearing to me, I don't know why. Probably because that's all I ever do

I seriously don't know why people are always talking about Cassian's big brown eyes when Bix's are right fucking there

Wobani mentioned…..Jeef. I want to meet Jeef

Fuck off Timm. God. You and your dumbass green pants

Mmm...I just had a weird flashback to when people thought that Bix was Cassian's sister. Even after seeing that shot in the trailers or whatever. It's like, um, no, I really don't think so

Timm has made me just kind of hate the Scottish accent. Which is unfortunate because I liked it before

The war paint for the kids is so fascinating. I wonder if they really just think it's cool

*Syril on screen* A little squeaky toy of a man.

I'm so confused about this....tracking technology. I need to know what the fuck they're looking at

We're about to see our guy. (transcript got fucked but this is where i lost it about Vetch) WOT?.....Yeah, very nice to see you, Vetch. WOT!!

*with extreme enthusiasm* Gonk…….Gonk….

God, I love Ferrix. Aaahhh my boys! (the Paaks) I love Salman’s voice

*Bix going up the ladder* Cliiiiiimb!....Booty shot. But it’s in silhouette so it doesn’t count

Oh, oh, oh, here it comes. Noodles Brian!!!!!! *laughing* He just…just lets the noodles fall out of his mouth…..Brian your face!!

Everybody in the room's like, fuck this guy. “Let's go!” Smacks the invisible booty

Pegla!! Oh, man. When I see Pegla and I realize the episode is pretty much over already....

I love the overlapping colors of costumes from Kenari to Ferrix…..Look at this adorable little baby being left behind :(((( And we'll never see her again.....

I hate this. I hate this last shot. I hate it. And I hate that I can't keep going now. I have to stop. When have I ever just stopped? I don't think I've ever once just watched this episode. I can't think of a single time I would have done that

Are you tired of listening to me talk to myself, Little?

It definitely was a good decision of them to drop the whole first arc at once for season one, but I swear to God, if they do that to me this time, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind

Huh. The music at the end of the credits is Fuel Purity. This is not even from this arc. Or the next one. That's hilarious. I've never watched this much of the credits to get to this

*cat losing his mind* Oh, Jesus, Biggs. Okay. That's a good sign to turn it off, because there's nothing left to talk about

[bangtanhoesthings]

I am happy about your blog, but skeptical. I love Vmin soooo much. No, I don't think they are a couple. I just love their friendship to the extreme. What I haven't been able to fathom is how any Jikooker or Jimin solo can say such horrible things about Tae or how any Taekooker or Tae solo can diss Jimin. It makes zero sense if you truly respect your favourite artist. Vmin LOVE eachother and are greatful for one another. They would hate seeing their fans push such negativity out there towards one of their best friends.

It also leads me to beleive that the Jikooker and Taekooker accounts that think Tae or Jimin could be sabotaging a possible romance have zero observational skills and their analysis abilities amount to a big fat zero! If they can't see Vmin love or ML love and the support they show one another then they aren't capable of rational analysis. Automatic block.

Sorry for the rant. I have ended up blocking hundreds of accounts and although I have found some positive Jimin loving Taekook accounts, I have yet to find a Tae loving Jikook one. My hopes are high. Don't let me town! 🤞

Funny how that works. I must be on the same quest as you but just trapped in a parallel universe because somehow, I still haven’t found a Jimin loving Taekook account that doesn’t eventually throw shade at him like it’s a spiritual obligation. Like at first, it’s subtle "no hate but…" (spoiler alert: hate incoming) or "just saying" (aka passive aggression unlocked). And then suddenly, we’ve connected the dots and Jimin is responsible for inflation, climate change, seasonal allergies and your ex leaving you in 2014. Like... is this a rite of passage? Is there a secret Taekook Temple where you unlock Level 3 Passive Aggressive Commentary after sacrificing a Jimin photocard under the light of a purple moon?

But I’m still out here like an unpaid intern looking for that rare Taekook account. With hope in my heart, pain in my eyes, and Jimin protection spells in both hands. Call me a masochist. Call me a delusional optimist with a dream and a Wi-Fi connection. Call me what you want, just don’t call me if you’re gonna disrespect Park Jimin.

I do understand your caution and skepticism, it is very valid. I also have been burnt by people I thought were sane but later spewing hateful rhetoric about either Jimin and Tae. I have been led to believe someone was a safe space, only to find them full on monologuing like a Disney villain about how Tae "isn't even close with Jimin anymore" while sipping tea brewed in delusion.

Let me be clear: I love Tae. He is the reason I fell headfirst into this beautiful mess of a fandom. Some days I don't know whether to thank him or curse him. His voice? Deep and rich like melted chocolate that’s been blessed by the vocal gods. His aura? Mysterious and magnetic, like a cat that might curse you or cuddle you, you just never know. His artistry? Off the charts. Whether it’s fashion, photography, or making me question my entire sense of identity every time he breathes, he’s got it. I love his quirks, his honesty, his chaotic good energy. I could go on and on.

And when I say I love Vmin, I mean it with my chest. They are my second favorite duo (also shoutout to Minimoni who have in the past year sneaked in to also occupy that second position because somehow Namjoon and Jimin manage to radiate therapist energy and chaotic academia at the same time). These two have been through it since their trainee days; laughing, crying, bickering, and just being there for each other. “Friends” and "4 o'clock" weren't just songs but an emotional ambush.So yeah. I don’t do slander. Not of Jimin, not of Tae, and definitely not of Vmin.

As I once humbly declared on my blog (okay, maybe not humbly): I am here to advance the Vminkook throuple agenda. And no, I will not be taking questions at this time. Honestly, if BTS ever confirmed a sub-unit with the three of them, I’ll be on the floor, sobbing. Until then, consider me the unofficial president of the Vminkook fan club....lol 😆😆

In all seriousness though, I really hope you find your people. They exist. The ones who love BTS without agenda, who cherish every bond without pitting members against each other, and who don’t use “just my opinion” as a smoke bomb for shade. They’re out there. Somewhere. Maybe even reading this post.

Good luck, Anon. And may your block list be long and your heart stay soft. 💜

[attapullman]

Morgan Le Fay my darling, I absolutely cannot get over roommate!Bob and the bungalow, it's so cute!!!!!

Oh my God can we talk about how the garden practically explodes overnight??

Bob has a serious green thumb and it shows. That man will raid the entire garden section of Home Depot with zero fucks given (lol).

I also feel like Bob would be a serious herb-crafter. That man is always in the garden or the greenhouse doing some kind of mad science experiment with the plants (I feel like he'd be really curious about using the essential oils and old school techniques for fertilizers, root stimulants and weed and pest control) and would keep all sorts of journals full of drawings and fancy calligraphy about each of the plants, their uses and how to use them.

Mary!! Are you in my brain? It's okay if you are, just tell me!

bungalow!Bob basically lives at Home Depot. The first week he moved in he spent a majority of the time staring into the backyard dismayed at the patchy grass and the handful of weeds you overlooked. Not that he blames you, you're very busy being a hard worker. But this yard? It won't do.

Once he had a firm idea of what he wanted to do - complete with rudimentary sketches on lined notebook paper he stole from your desk - it became the norm to see him out of the corner of your eye coming in from the garage with his arms full of stuff, muscles bulging. "Don't mind me, honey, we can talk about it after your 4 o'clock!"

Every night at dinner he's walking you through this new article he read on re-potting or starting the discussion on bermuda vs. bluegrass. A few times a day he's obsessively checking the basil plant to make sure it has enough water. While watching the next episode of the show you're watching together, you catch him with his phone out, Googling random house things that pop into his mind.

"Bob, babe, you're going to miss what's going on."

Kissing your temple, he rolls his eyes, "You're the one invested in the show, I'm only here to hang out with you."

You give him unamused eyes.

"I'm kidding," he teases. "If I don't look it up now I'm going to forget...and better now or you'll get mad again."

He's referring to calling time out during doggy last night when he just had to look up how quickly concrete cures for the patio stones he wants to install.

[aprillikesthings]

rant o'clock

Saw a new york times magazine article recently about ADHD that could be summed up as "OH NOES the number of diagnoses for ADHD has gone up SO MUCh there's no way that many people have it :( clearly some of them don't :( we're giving too many people medications!!!"

I admit I couldn't finish reading it bc I was so angry.

Like, take a look around you. Please notice how many people are wearing glasses at any given time. Or: think of what percent of people have had braces on their teeth (or needed them).

Now ask yourself: does that number mean those conditions are fake? Does that mean we shouldn't give people glasses and contacts? Do you realize how stupid that sounds? "Well bad vision is just normal in a certain amount of the population, so all but the 'worst' cases should just suffer. You need to get used to having bad vision. Maybe you should try harder."

I do, in fact, think it's entirely possible that nearly 20% of the population has ADHD.

The article (what I read of it lol) also mentioned how there's no cutoff point between "has ADHD" and "does not have ADHD" and like....okay? Yeah, it's likely a spectrum (just like, I dunno, bad vision lol). Yeah, the severity of your symptoms/how much they disable you is heavily influenced by your surroundings, the support of other people, how your parents raised you. That....doesn't disprove anything???

And don't even get me fucking started on the "some people actually have anxiety or depression" thing in that article. Do you know how many cases of anxiety and depression are actually untreated ADHD you fucking assholes. I swear to god r/adhdwomen has at least one post PER DAY of someone whose doctors insisted on treating only their anxiety and/or depression for years and years and YEARS with zero improvement, until they were diagnosed with ADHD and put on ADHD medication, and voila, their anxiety/depression improved nearly overnight. GEE. IT'S ALMOST LIKE IT SUCKS ASS TO HAVE UNTREATED ADHD.

I'm starting to get to a point where my opinion on ADHD medication (including, yes, the stimulants) is basically an informed consent model: Do you understand the risks of this medication? Do you think you could benefit? Okay, sign this form. Here you go.

"There's no way that many people should be on stimulants." Do you drink coffee/tea/energy drinks? Shut the fuck up.

I admit part of the reason I hate articles like that one, is that I know damn fucking well that what little ability I have to be a "functioning" adult is dependent on continued access to combined amphetamine salts (aka Adderall). I can't even switch medications; going from Adderall to Concerta (which is methylphenidate aka Ritalin) made me bad enough at a previous job to get me fired. Hell, I got noticeably worse at being a mail carrier when my pharmacy switched me from one generic to another, and I only realized it once they got my preferred generic back in.

So yeah, I get a bit worried and on edge when well-regarded news sources write articles about how too many people are taking ADHD medication.

(Edit, just in case, bc this has happened to me a few times: I do not want this post screenshot and posted to other websites unless you remove my username. Do not credit me. Seriously.)