#i...dont know what to properly label this as

[intotheelliwoods]

Little PSA

[pyrriax]

i need to be normal. i cannot be normal. im not actually writing im just worldbuilding because i cannot get enough of little details that will never be relevant. im supposed to be writing down who has what and actually important details.

(however, perk: i can work on my phone now so i don't have to worry about the god-awful experience of emailing myself documents in the morning so i can actually use what i write elsewhere)

[horrorknife]

i love being lgbt as much as the next person but i think that saying a movie where a man is battling the guilt of bludgeoning a child to death with a rock is that director's "most trans movie (the way [other movie] is his most lesbian movie)" on a public platform without elaborating is probably a little unwise. also im very sorry but perhaps we dont need to apply an lgbt identity to every single piece of media we like. maybe we dont need to do that. sometimes art can just be art dude.

[sed-official]

i saw this post and decided that i had some time spare, i could give AI another go. (link to post https://www.tumblr.com/dibelonious/778852078032404480/now-that-ai-made-troubleshooting-ridiculously. dont harass the poor old sod obviously.)

i hear a lot of people irl at uni and some online say ai is great for coding, and so every couple months i try it out. sometimes with a very small project in a popular language (python or c, usually. though im forgiveful with c as everyone fucks up c.), sometimes with something simple (i.e. a couple lines tops with a naive approach if written idiomatically) but in a more unusual language with full documentation online. (like sed! yay!)

but every single time i come to the conclusion that even with being handheld chatgpt could not do what it was asked to do. even if someone tells it every issue in its outputs, itll remember for only one prompt. even if someone tells it the solution, itll find a new way to fuck it up.

below the cut is me trying to get chatgpt to make a working sed script that prints "meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..." (long post warning)

(if anything reads weirdly, this was originally a reblog to the screenshotted post, then i decided to make it its own post. so that may be why.)

i cant remember the last time i ran into an issue that i couldnt fix in like ... 5 minutes. but knowing what chatgpt is like, any ask i give it will give me issues to troubleshoot. (yes this example is code, not linux proper. but its more of the same doing that.)

the other day i decided to write "meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....." in many different languages, after seeing @brainfuck-official do it in BF. (link to post https://www.tumblr.com/brainfuck-official/773510105608192000) as is my blog, i asked it to do this in sed.

great! this script doesnt work! it doesnt even come *close* to working, giving me plenty to try out chatgpt's troubleshooting skills! it also just doesnt make much sense. why the shebang but not making it executable? and why are the flags different (ones -f, ones -nf). also a counter? why though? thats not what im asking for? (you can see tags for a brief explanation on how to add a counter)

after telling it the script doesnt work (and why, something someone troubleshooting likely wont know) it just adds in a P. a command that prints a damn newline. but it lies about it printing a newline.

(if you dont believe it prints a trailing newline and believe the AI instead, just try echo -n foo | sed -n 'P ; P')

anyways it alternated between no print statements and printing with newlines for the next ... 8 prompts, by which time i felt sorry for the poor bugger and told it to use e to print without a newline.

all the while it was trying to be more useful and add a count - making it print my string after n repeats instead of the infinite that i asked for. it was trying to subtract 1 with effectively s/[0-9]+/&-1/ which just appends the string "-1" to a number!

anyways, i tell it to use "the e command". there are three different versions of the e command in sed, and only one of them makes sense here. which did chatgpt use? none! it used the e regex modifier! which executes your pattern hold, then turns the output into the new pattern hold. and does not print anything.

ill just screenshot the last couple interactions minus only the useless exposition it adds to every response so you can see how stupid it is

ignoring sed's requirement for an input this is equivalent to the python

to be fair i never said there shouldnt be infinite meows, and this does have infinite Ws. but come the fuck on. this is clearly not whats being asked for.

[the-flaneur]

hi flan! Could i pleas have charles leclerc and a boiling flask labelled with a sticker (i dont mind a marker if you would prefer) to mix together phosphorous, cobalt and tin with a blue pill and bath water?

double trouble (cl16)

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

phosphorus "you know, i could always get you off here right now" + cobalt "please..." "you need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? tell me what you really want" + tin "i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that” & blue pill sub!reader + bath water size kink

warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, public sex (or sex in a public location aka the bathroom), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), size kink, bratty!reader, very little plot

wc: 1865

a/n: first request ever! hope you guys enjoy, and feel free to send me more requests :)

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the quiet jazz in the restaurant was of little comfort to charles tonight. 

usually, he was excited at the prospect of a double date with you, max and max’s girlfriend, eager to be able to catch up properly with his friend and their lives outside of racing (albeit max’s still very racing dominated off time)

however tonight you were being a fucking brat.

you had been teasing him all day, from your grocery shop this morning where you “accidentally” backed into him, rubbing your ass against his bulge, or when you went to take leo on for a walk, and you accidentally bent down too far while scoping up leo’s poop, showing charles your gorgeous lace panties under your skirt, or even just before the date, when you walked into the bedroom, stark naked except your heels, and then cheekily asked if you looked good and then shutting the door so you could change in “peace”

charles was hard, horny and desperate to get his hands on your hips.

so when you started your teasing again, charles knew he had to do something about it.

it being the fact that your hand was trailing up his thigh, your manicure tickling the skin near his bulge, before you pressed a firm two fingers into his bulge and rubbed it.

“merde,” charles groaned quietly, leaning back into the plush booth couch and very grateful that the jazz trio had started their music once again, so that his exclamation remained unknown to max and his girlfriend. 

“mmm cherie, please move your fingers away,” charles muttered, trying to grab your wrist, but you giggled, before moving you fingers instead towards his belt, and toying with the buckle.

"you know, i could always get you off here right now,” he bit his lip, watching as you slowly pulling his dress shirt out, revealing his gorgeous waist and lightly defined abs which you loved.

“you say otherwise but you love this, don’t you…imagine me giving you a handjob while our friends are just sitting across from us,” you teased, and charles almost growled aloud at your teasing words, and now he was done with you.

snatching your wrist away from his bulge, pinning them to his lap, before working his own hands beneath your dress

“yeah you would like that you slut, wouldn’t you? me at your mercy for once in your life. well too bad, cause you’re my slut, and my brat to play with tonight,” he whispered, pressing his mouth against your earlobe, before tapping his fingers against your soiled panties

you whimpered softly as charles' words sent shivers down your spine, the touch of his fingers against your damp panties making you clench around nothing, "y-yes... i'm yours," you breathe out, a softness creeping into your voice against your brattiness tonight.

as charles continues to whisper dirty promises, you suddenly feel an urgent need to escape, "wait, i really have to use the restroom," you address the group, trying to sound casual while squirming slightly in your seat and pulling charles’ fingers away.

charles raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "oh? and why's that, little girl?" he leans back, folding his arms across his chest as he watches you intently. "trying to get away from me already?"

you bite your lip, avoiding eye contact as you fidget with the hem of your skirt. max and his girlfriend exchange knowing looks, aware of the brattiness you bring to the relationship and charles’ rough hand to bring you back down to earth.

feeling flustered under their amused gazes, you quickly stand up and make your way towards the restrooms, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. once inside the stall, you take a deep breath, letting the cool air hit your flushed face. leaning against the wall, you run a shaky hand through your hair, attempting to calm your racing heart.

after a few moments, you hear the door creak open behind you. glancing over your shoulder, you spot none other than charles entering the stall, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"well, well, well... looks like my little fucktoy needs some privacy," he says, closing the door behind him and locking it. his voice is low and husky, sending a thrill straight to your core. without warning, he steps closer, his large frame crowding you against the wall.

your breath hitches as charles looms over you, his presence both intimidating and exhilarating. the smell of his cologne mixed with the musk of his skin fills your nostrils, making your head spin.

"what do you think you're doing, coming in here with me?" you manage to stammer, even as your body betrays you, pressing back against the cold tile in a futile attempt to create distance from his overwhelming nature.

charles chuckles darkly, his hands finding your hips and gripping them tightly. "i could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. you're the one who insistently teased me on this little alone time."

he leans in, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "but since we're here together, let's put that pretty pussy of yours to good use, hmm?"

“please…” you whimpered pathetically, watching in a haze of arousal as charles rips your delicate panties to shreds, the torn fabric fluttering to the floor. your cheeks burn with shame and desire as he teases your sensitive clit with a single finger, circling the swollen bud with maddening slowness.

"you need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? tell me what you really want," he growls, tracing his fingers maddeningly close and smirks when you attempt to push yourself down onto him.

"i-i want... i want you to fuck me," you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush, "please, charles... use me. make me yours..."

his dark chuckle vibrates against your skin as he presses harder against your clit, coaxing out more of your needy whimpers, "that's more like it, baby girl. now, let's see if you can handle something a bit bigger than just my fingers, shall we?"

"i-i want... i want you to fuck me," you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush, "please, charles... use me. make me yours..."

his dark chuckle vibrates against your skin as he presses harder against your clit, coaxing out more of your needy whimpers, "that's more like it, baby girl. now, let's see if you can handle something a bit bigger than just my fingers, shall we?"

gasping sharply, you nod eagerly, craving the sensation of being stretched wide by charles's girthy cock. the thought sends a jolt of liquid heat pooling between your thighs. "yes, please... i need it," you plead, spreading your legs further apart in invitation. "fill me up, charles,"

with a wicked grin, he frees his impressive erection from his pants, the thick shaft bobbing menacingly as he lines it up with your entrance. "brace yourself, darling," he warns, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

then, with a powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside you, the sheer size of him forcing a strangled cry from your throat. you cling to him desperately, nails digging into his back as he begins to move, each deep stroke dragging you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

you cry out loudly as charles plunges deeper, the stretch of his massive cock tearing a raw moan from your throat. each brutal thrust hits a spot within you that sets off sparks of electric pleasure, making your toes curl and your back arch involuntarily. you attempt to clasp a hand over your mouth, trying to curb the wanton noises escaping between your lips, but charles has none off that.

"i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that," charles purrs, his lips brushing against your ear as he pounds into you relentlessly. "let me hear how much you love taking my big dick,"

despite your best efforts to keep quiet, your quickly body betrays you, moans spilling past your lips with every merciless stroke. the shame only adds to your arousal, your inner walls clenching tighter around charles's throbbing length as he fucks you with wild abandon.

"you're so fucking tight, baby,"

wailing shamelessly as charles ravages your aching cunt, you lose yourself in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your veins. the obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoes through the small stall, mingling with your desperate cries and charles's guttural grunts.

"so full... oh god, charles!" you keen, fingernails raking down his muscular back hard enough to leave marks. "fuck me harder!" he obliges with a feral growl, pistoning his hips faster, driving his huge cock impossibly deeper. your vision starts to blur at the edges as the coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"gonna cum soon, aren't you?" charles rasps, nipping at your neck roughly. "go ahead, slut. cum all over my fat cock."

with a final keening wail, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, every muscle seizing up as pure ecstasy consumes you whole. your pussy spasms violently around charles's enormous shaft, milking him as you convulse helplessly in his arms.

"f-fuuuuck!" you sob brokenly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as the intense pleasure borders on pain. it feels like charles is splitting you open, reshaping your insides to fit him perfectly.

in response, he snarls savagely, burying himself to the hilt one last time before erupting deep within you. thick ropes of molten seed paint your quivering walls, marking you as his property in the most primal way possible.

shuddering through the aftershocks of your climax, you feel charles' hot release flooding your already oversensitive pussy. the sensation of his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he pumps you full of cum only heightens your bliss, leaving you limp and boneless in his grasp.

as charles slowly softens inside you, he pulls out with a wet pop, his spent cock glistening with your combined fluids. you can't help but gaze up at him

"look at you," charles murmurs, tucking his softening member back into his pants. "such a good little cumslut, taking everything i give you without complaint." he smirks, adjusting his clothing with a satisfied air.

still reeling from the intense fucking with charles, you stumble out of the bathrom, blinking in the bright lights of the restaurant. to your surprise, max and his girlfriend are nowhere to be seen, the table where you ate is cleared of their presence.

a folded piece of paper catches your eye, sitting atop the now-clean tablecloth. curious, you pick it up and read the brief message scrawled across the page:

we know how much fun you guys like to have so here's dinner on us, but you owe us for next time ;)

a flush rises to your cheeks at the implication, and you quickly crumple the note, tossing it aside. just then, charles appears beside your shoulder, looking every inch the self-assured boyfriend once more.

"well, looks like our friends made themselves scarce," he remarks, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.

“wanna go back home for round 2?”

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[hyewka]

i once saw a nsfw Reddit or something talking about how the user and his gf tried aphrodisiac chocolate and he fucking passed out from the pleasure and woke up to his gf still using him… i think about it a lot

anon youre responsible for getting me completely off track because this is sooooooooo hot now i literally cant stop thinking about beomgyu who’s under aphrodisiacs fuckkkkk😭😭😭😭😭😭

imagine gyu accidentally eating them just because you misplaced and hadn’t labeled the ziplog, so when you come back from the bathroom to continue your movie marathon, you see your previously very much normal-not horny boyfriend frantically, manically jerking off, letting out sinister moans an whines you’re surprised you hadn’t heard it when you were in the bathroom- it takes you by total surprise because you’re sure five minutes ago he was totally fine… when you hesitantly walk closer to the couch, hes a mess hoodie ruined with his dried load, his jaw slack letting his drool dribble from the ends of his mouth…god he looked like a total slut. you ignore what shoots down between your legs and dryly laugh—he doesn’t even know you’re here. “babe?”

his eyes shoot open, but even then they’re cloudy, so clearly out of it and heavy lidded. dumbly he manages to babble even as he fails to stop jacking off, moaning wantonly. “k-..ng-kiss me—kiss-” imagine he sounds even dumber with his lisp coming out, just talking with his tongue out like a dog 😞

beomgyu’s desperate but never this desperate. somethings not clicking. but does it matter? you’ve already basically drenched your panties seeing him like this-but you don’t even get to process too much before he erupts, twitching cock semen shooting up in the air and some of it lands on your feet. imagine just being shell shocked of the cum on your feet that you dont even notice the man jumping up before practically engulfing you, kissing your neck in hot frenzy and you’re just taken by complete surprise at how strongly he reacts to…everything. imagine that when you reciprocate, pressing your lips against his just as eagerly as he came onto you, hes trembling under you, not even being able to kiss back properly, its like his mind was completely shut off for sex, and thats when it clicks. the chocolate.

you’re on his lap and he’s quite literally frying, hips bucking with no thought or rhythm like a dog in heat, when you look back to the coffee table to see your ziplog completely emptied your eyes widen. “pay attention..hah..p-pay attention to me” he mumbles as he feverishly presses wet kisses all over your skin, how can you turn from him any longer?

lol but imagine he passes out just like that reddit guy bcs of a little grinding and kissing and hes all sweaty and dirty and a complete mess.. will be taking pictures of his fucked out face for sure with his hair sticking out and all over the place & his cheeks flushed that would be the sexiest thing ever

[haikyu-mp4]

Sponsored

word count; 742 – gn!reader who likes makeup

“Sugarpill… what is this?” Kenma mumbled as he opened another PR package. This one was a bright pink box, on the smaller side. He scrunched his nose as he opened it, finding a little flyer and something square with a pixelated cat on the front. “Fun size… eyeshadow palette?” he read off the label and looked up as the chat suddenly went crazy.

kozuluvr: omg its makeup

kenkenspudding: will we finally get beauty guru kodzuken?

raginggamergirl: I dont even use makeup n I want this palette

Kenma hummed under his breath, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know why they would send me this,” he said honestly, twisting and turning the palette in his hands before opening it and showing the bright colours to the livestream, also doing his best to read off the names, which were all gaming related.

urfavkuroo: makeup tutorial for your next follower special?

He looked down at the palette, seemingly studying it. “The names are cool.”

When you came home from work, you kicked your shoes off and sighed loudly as you strolled into the kitchen. You knew Kenma was playing on livestream, so you picked up two juice boxes from the fridge and went to his office.

“Hey, baby,” you cooed, waving at the camera as you stepped up beside Kenma and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You two announced your relationship a long time ago, and after getting through the short period of intense hate comments, most of his fans seemed to get over it. They realised that you were kind of awesome.

“Hi, how was work?” Kenma asked, taking the juice box from you with a small thanks after pausing the game.

“Same old, same old.” You glanced at the screen and then back to him. “And yours?” you asked back with a teasing tone. “Looks tough.” Kenma scoffed and pinched your thigh, making you giggle. He ignored your question in favour of leaning across his desk to pick up the pink package.

“Look what I got in my sponsored mail,” was all he said, handing it to you and watching for your reaction with a small smile on his face. He really likes it when you get home.

People started posting suggested makeup looks with his name on Twitter and you even responded to a couple of them from your account, agreeing with what would suit him and what would not.

That’s why you two agreed that you would do the makeup on him, announcing on Kodzuken’s channels that if they got him to his next follower milestone, they would get a makeup special.

And what do you know, Kenma got a follower boost from all the posts his fans made about him and the palette.

You happily helped him set up to film in your living room, so you could sit cross-legged and face each other on the couch where the lighting was a bit nicer. In preparation, you cleaned your eyeshadow brushes and put Kenma’s hair in a nicer bun so the camera could properly catch whatever you did.

He raised a brow as you held up the eyeshadow palette to the camera and put your hand behind it, explaining the product. “What are you even doing?” he asked you, pointer finger drawing stars on your knee while he watched you affectionately.

“This is what us beauty gurus do,” you said in a jokingly posh voice, also telling him “You wouldn’t understand.”

“This is my channel, you know,” he teased, using his other hand to tap your cheek. If he focused more on you, he didn’t think too much about how much more exposed he was to his viewers in a video like this compared to what he was used to.

“Shh, I’m talking to my devoted followers,” you said before laughing, picking up the next colour on a new brush and putting a quick kiss on his lips before you continued with the makeup. “We’re all Kodzuken fans here.”

Kenma knew some people expected him to act annoyed, but he also knew there was no way to hide how much he loved your soft touches and the concentrated look on your face as your brushes ticked his skin to give him a (supposedly trendy) “rainbow blush”.

There were even more mentions of him online after the video was posted. Now the fans shared screenshots and video clips of him and his partner, discussing how adorable you were together. Couple goals.

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[tansypawz]

hey guys happy pride month

as you all may know, im caedosexual. if you dont know what that means basically i am asexual due to trauma [there are aro/aroace versions of this label]. im not ashamed of this identity, but you know what i AM ashamed of ? THE FLAGS. THEYRE SO ASS. IM SO SICK AND TIRED AND I MADE A NEW ONE [GREEN AND BLUE VARIANTS FOR CAEDROMANTIC AND CAEDAROACE FOLKS RESPECTIVELY]

the colors also have meaning !!!!!!!!!

dark red - trauma red - grief and anger and all the feelings that come with being Traumatized lighter red - properly processing trauma and acceptance of caedo identity [when i slowly realized i was caedosexual i felt ashamed because i was "feeding into" the stereotype that ace people are "broken" or wtv. but if your asexuality/aromanticism is caused by trauma thats totally valid !!] white - healing from said trauma shades of purple/green/blue - the vast ace / aro / aroace spectrums. encompasses sex/romance favorable, indifferent and repulsed individuals, and everything in between

i wish all those who identify with these labels a happy pride month, and a safe recovery from their trauma. youre not alone in this, and you will find people who love you for who you are, who will love you how you should be loved.

[welldrawnfish]

So these last few days has been.. Turbulent. DIFFERENT

I think I may be a System? Infact I KNOW I am a system at this point, but Im also not ready to accept that. Well a part of me isnt, and the other parts of me are like… uh duh of course you are. 

*A system in this context refers to the collective consciousness under the DID / OSDD Umbrella, I dont know the correct terminology in all of this, so im so sorry If i I mess up. I don’t necessarily want to give myself a label, there's .. brain scans and stuff I can get to prove it. And I need those, thats the only way I know this is real. But for now, for my own mental health I am treating it as if it were.. “real “ And I dont really know… what to expect…? I want to find something, ANYTHING, on I guess.. Systems waking up? But I cant find it. So I’ll just do this here Im gonna dump out all our thoughts onto some comic pages and we will figure it out.  I had a bit of an awakening roughly.. 5 days ago, and for the sake of convenience gonna use Plural/System terminology - There are alters, I have met them, the have names and personalities and some of them are really fuckin annoying i just want to punch him in his TEETH

Anyways, since the alter awakening moment, my brain has been in TURMOIL parts of me accept this, parts of me dont, i keep feeling like my face is like shifted 2 inches to the right and everything gets fuzzy in the real world. Not that these alters have names like.. Files are getting sorted  into these proper figures and everything is getting explained and figured out. And its making me feel like I'm not me anymore?

Like I always would argue and barter and fight with my own thoughts, but that's the thing, they wer thoughts, voices in my head with just like, distinct personalities. I just saw it as a different part of me?? Figured that was normal.

But now they are.. stronger ? OR maybe because i'm more aware of them and the personalities I can tell whos out now and like.. Obviously they are happy to get some facetime with the world properly?? But like.. Am *I* just aware of it, aware of them now, aware that it is not just *I* but *We* and so noticing it more, I'm resisting even harder? We feel more fractured than ever.

I have a good friend helping me out, another system, I owe them everything, maybe my life. (PLEASE FOLLOW @transpanda-1 BTW THEY DESERVE IT) They had a few amazing tips, but I cant keep bugging them about every anxiety on my mind thats not fair, so I’ll ask the whole community.

I guess what I want to know is.. Like is this normal? Do all systems go through this? What should I expect in the future and how do I make this more streamlined and stop.. Fighting it? I guess?

I thought I finally had myself figured out, just be the girl who makes the funny relatable trans comics… it was simple.

[cocoabats]

I gotta ask, what made you choose the instrument for each hermit on the vynil sleeve for the hermitcraft charity event?

So these two asks have been sitting there for absolute ages because I really wanted to properly dig into the choices I (and my friends who helped me!) made. I've been extremely busy working on [redacted] (which I'm so excited about you guys) tho so only now did I have time to answer this properly!

Let's start this off by saying I wasn't the only person who assigned the hermits intruments! My wonderful friends of the Nexus server (mainly @kunehokki @salthien @ink-ghoul @berrysquared @boonbeenblade @anneliis18 @kazehita and @alicenotalice) heard my cries of "i need to assign every hermit an instrument, dont ask why" and helped me pick a good portion of these.

I'd say the types of choices can be divided like so:

Some fun facts:

* Triangle for Scar was suggested by Hoffen, another suggestion was calliope (by Sal) which i also adore

* Doc is in a "spite" category because I refused to have another person on a guitar even tho it was an obvious choice

* Some less obvious instruments in the "they play it category" include: Beef and Wels on mics because of his recent singing and his shanties recordings respectively, Hypno on recorder because he once said in a reddit post that he was pretty good at it in school and Mumbo on guitar because Berry hunted down a photo of one hanging at his place

* The fan favourites were definitely Cleo on oboe and Tango on the flute!

* Eirian suggested sax for Etho and I only realized it didn't make any sense because of his mask next morning and I refused to change it at that point

* The whole cover piece was done all in one day! We chose the instruments the night before and the back + labels were done the day after

* I also actually arranged the song order on the record, Grian chose the songs

* The biggest thank you in the world goes to Eirian and Sal who know WAY MORE about instruments than I do (given I barely know anything)

[havens-iphone]

── how mornings began ꫂৎ ; barista!megumi x reader

wc ⋮ 658

authors note ⋮ short lil story as an apology for going missing.. been lacking motivation💔💔✌️ BUT im back!! lmk if u catch my little how i met ur mother reference (im rewatching it for the 50th time heh) ANYEAYYY enjoy thehehehahah

you've just moved into a new town—stacks of unpacked boxes, mismatched set of utensils, and a quiet apartment that still smells like someone else. everything feels unfamiliar and quiet. a little too quiet for your liking.

you decide to take a walk, trying to get use to the new surroundings and environment. moving to a big city like new york was.. difficult to say the least. you were states apart from your family and knew absolutely nobody. lost in your own thoughts, your eyes drift across the street to a random coffee shop. you smile as you cross the street, hoping to meet new people in the shop.

you step inside, the air smells crisp and cinnamon-y. behind the counter is a guy with messy hair and a grin as if he already knows you.

you approach the counter, eyes browsing the menu. "first time here? he asks, not even waiting for you to speak.

you nod.

"then youre legally required to try the chocolate croissant. its in the town charter." he teased.

you laugh, maybe harder than you should, and order a chocolate croissant and a pumpkin spice latte. "i do love pastries. it better be legendary." he writes your name on the cup in careful block letters dotted with a smiley face at the end.

your eyes wander towards his name tag, megumi.

you thank him as you walk off, unable to wipe the stupid smile off of your face.

you start going there everyday—at first for the lattes, then for the way megumi teases and flirts with you. he remembers your name, the way you like your latte with oat milk, he remembers your love for pastries. he even starts recommending you pastries you never even knew you would enjoy.

it becomes routine. something your morning didnt feel right without.

then one rainy tuesday, he hands you your usual order. you peek at the neat writing on the cup. no smiley face just your name and beneath it, a text that reads,

"i cant stop thinking about you."

you pause, cup in hand, heart beating faster than ever. its subtle, sweet, undeniably him. by the time you look up, hes already taking the next order, pretending nothing happened.

you dont know what you'll say tomorrow, but you know you think about him just as often.

you spend the rest of your day thinking about that cup.

you tell yourself not to over analyze it, maybe he meant it in a friendly way—but you read the words again, carefully peeling the label off and sticking it on the cover of your notebook. just in case. just so you wont forget how it made you feel.

the next morning, you show up earlier than usual. the shop is quieter, just the low hum of indie music and the hiss of the espresso machine. megumi glances up, surprised—but only for a second.

he smiles like hes been expecting you anyway.

"youre early," he smiles warmly, already reaching for a cup.

"couldnt sleep," you reply. you dont need to tell him why.

he slides your drink towards you, same as always. no writing this time. just his hand lingering a second too long on your cup.

"about yesterday.." you begin, voice soft.

his smile falters—not in a bad way, more like hes bracing for something. you meet his eyes and suddenly youre not nervous anymore.

"i liked it," you say.

"the note."

a pause. the milk steamer hisses behind you like its holding its breath.

"yeah?" he says, and now hes not smiling. hes just watching you. really watching.

you nod. "i think about you too. probably more than i should."

that gets him. a quiet laugh, almost shy. his fingers drum the counter once.

“you could let me think about you properly,” he says.

“let me take you out?”

you smile as you bite your lip.

“tomorrow,” you say.

“and dont write it on a cup this time.”

[pankielovesfan]

ii16 spoilers under cut

MORE talk about fan similar to the other post because there is still a lot to say. This is more about what fan means to mephone

Compared to most of the other contestants, Fan wasn't originally created to BE a contestant, which I find most interesting. Fan was quite literally created to be a fan of the show and randomly appears in season 1 (and he also delivers food I guess). Even if Mephone4 consciously made Fan or not, his appearance and creation obviously meant Mephone wanted appreciation for the things he was making, as is Fan's main purpose and service to Mephone. Fan is technically a manifestation of Mephone's love for the show itself, but he is also expressing vulnerable happiness of which Mephone feels like he could not express properly considering his issues with vulnerability. This might be why he is so outwardly dismissive of Fan's strong emotional enthusiasm for the show!!

So Fan technically is a support Mephone desperately wants, but he can't respond well to- but this definitely means Mephone appreciates Fan's dedication as he quite literally wished for Fan to exist as he is, being such an engaged Fan. He expresses passion for the show in a way Mephone couldn't do himself! Fan gives Mephone support as complete opposite to what Mephone feels Cobs would have! And you know what else Cobs does that Fan has an extreme well known trait of disliking and being scared of? Change. Cobs constantly reinvents, makes new things, discards old things, but Fan latches on. He observes patterns, he begs for predictability, structure and consistency.

Another notable trait of Fan is his defensiveness. Even if he's not good at it, he's incredibly stubborn to protect his passion and love to no end, being incredibly irrational about it. Cobs is well. Yeah. Massive Passion Disliker. He don't gaf about that. Fan might've looked up to cobs and meeple, but god if he's not possibly a parallel that's the opposite. I'm going to walk into the ocean. Im forever gonna think about how fan was created to be a support. like his entire goddam purpose is to love something so much!!!! and give it so much attention! and he is having so much fun doing it!!! IT IS MAKING ME CRAZY!!!!

I'm not sure if the characters are partly "extensions" of Mephone or if they're Mephone projecting specific parts of himself, I believe most of all they are created from his desire (like, wanting a specific thing and that thing just appears for him if this is done unintentionally,) but either way I enjoy thinking about what each trait that manifested for Fan's character specifically would resonate with Mephone's experiences and why he would create him with those traits. or something.

My working theory is that Mephone labeled each character in his mind as one thing, such as "the jerk" for Knife and nothing more, letting the contestants take their own shape and personality as they gain more experience on the show, which I feel is validated through Lightbulb saying "I don't think we were all there yet" once seeing the season 1 contestants in alternate reality show! They build more of their personality as it goes along. I think Mephone has minimal control of the contestants personality wise after he's generated them, but i do think he influences their memories or experience with time or something?? I dont know. guess we will all see. Also this somehow isn't about fan anymore wow that's weird actually who am i where am i

relevant drawing. Time to collapse to my knees over this shit again

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

i understand being against malpractice and unethical treatment of people who are struggling. at the same time, dont you feel like being anti psych as a whole feels equivalent to being anti science/anti medicine/anti vaccines because of the many systemic bad actors?

what i mean to say is that sometimes the means that treatment is delivered (often without informed consent and otherwise with a lot of dismissal and condescension of the patients' experiences) is often bad, but that doesnt mean the intervention itself is or even the prescriptions. my life changed from wellbutrin and it allowed me to find ways to stabilize my mental health and cope with the world around me. i had, fortunately, a psychiatrist who explained the side effects and the things to avoid and the best practices around increasing and lowering dosage.

i also recognize that my experience is rare.

i just feel like being antipsych is throwing the baby out with the bathwater, and may do as much harm if we end up discouraging and fearmongering around medical support when it can and does change peoples' lives for the better. what needs to change is the execution of how that support is provided, i feel. and at the same time, i see the amount of support your blog gets. and i understand why it's important for the purpose of informed consent that people know this mistreatment and malpractice can happen so they can decide if it's worth the gamble? i think calling yourself / tagging your posts "anti psych" is what felt a bit lacking in nuance and concerning, and i recognize that your actual posts are nuanced so maybe it's just a labelling thing.

idk. sorry for the long post. sincerely wishing you and all your followers well

Being anti psych is a deliberate choice on my part. I think the issues with psychiatry are systemic and go far beyond individual bad actors, and I don't consider being anti psych to be anti science because the "science" involved in the psychiatric field is notoriously bad, undocumented, theoretical and unscienitific when opposed to the rest of the medical field. Comparing psych meds with vaccines or cancer treatments doesn't make sense. We just do not have the same biochemical documentation for any kind of mental illness and the supposed treatment of it as we do for most physical health issues, not even close. A lot of people have a lot of interest in convincing people that we do, but that's not the same as good unbiased research. There is just not anything resembling the scientific foundation under traditional medicine when it comes to the field of psychiatry. Which is why I support both vaccines, properly documented medical treatments and the pursuit of scientific progress in health care, but not the field of psychiatry

[ultimateloserboy]

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THE DHMIS STORYBOARDS WHAT THE FUCK I MUST ANALYZE IMMEDIATELY

Ok so Adam Beer storyboarded some of the scenes for dhmis, and looking over them they give some REALLY JUICY information that was cut from the actual scenes!!!

he did one for a scene in jobs as well as death, but those arent too different from the finished product. the scenes that werent included are cute but theyre not vital to the lore or anything, yaknow?

death is almost completely the same, but i appreciate this drawing of red guy hes so shaped

but anyway, like i said, these two aren’t necessarily important, all the info we have from these storyboards is the same general info that we get in the finished show. However, Adam Beer worked on one other episode that includes a good chunk of cut lines and you know what that is? ELECTRICITY!!!!!!!

THATS RIGHT BABY WE HAVE MORE LESLEY LINES THAT PROVE MY WHOLE POINT!!! FUCK YOU LESLEY HATERS I KNEW SHE WASNT THE VILLAIN FROM DAY ONE!!!!!!

HER MEMORY IS FOGGY. SHE DOESNT WANT “US” GETTING IN TROUBLE WITH SOMEONE ELSE. WHAT DID I TELL YALL. I TOLD YALL SHES JUST AS TRAPPED AS THE OTHERS WHAT DID I SAY.

and the fact shes labeled as the narrator the whole time is so interesting because the narrator of a story does not necessarily control or create it, they simply tell it in an organized manner. SHE ISNT CREATING THE STORY SHE IS KEEPING IT IN LINE, TELLING IT PROPERLY, KEEPING EVERYTHING IN ITS PROPER PLACE OR ELSE SHE GETS IN TROUBLE DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? SHE IS TRAPPED AND MEANS NO HARM. SHE FIXES THEM UP WHEN THEY ARE BROKEN. SHE IS SIMPLY THE MESSENGER.

AND THIS. THIS FUCKING DOOR. I KNEW IT MEANT SOMETHING AND LOOK. ITS ON THE FOURTH WALL. AND THE STAIRS LEAD UP. SHE IS NOT RUNNING THE HOUSE. THERE IS SOMETHING ABOVE HER, POSSIBLY IMPLIED TO BE THE IRL PEOPLE WORKING ON THE SHOW BUT THATS JUST MY GUESS.

but anyway dont yall EVER shit talk my girl lesley again you hear me?? shes just a silly old lady and she doesnt aim to hurt anyone. although it doesnt matter what she aims to do, because no matter her own wants, she is still dancing in chains.

ive told yall a million times. but she doesnt say “WE” for nothing. god im going to EXPLODE

[slaaverin]

With the impending return of BTS I have been thinking how are they going to tackle their comeback. There was quite a few posts on here how it could look like. And I cant help thinking that I truly wish for them, all the boys I mean, to be who they really are - just like Jikook were wondering together how should their future look like after MS.

Because lets be honest, by the time they're back (and I dont think we will get any major album/concerts/tour this year) almost all the boys will be 30 or over. Only JK - one out of 7 members will be still in his 20s. And I truly hope (and someone else wrote about this already) they will cater to a more mature audience. Bc they got older but so did the fans, right? There are so many kpop groups that are younger and they should fulfil that need for having idols playing into their trope of boyfriend etc.

But not BTS anymore. They have shown during their solo chapter how mature they are, how much depth there is to them - they are not boys anymore. There is no need for being blushing mess when singing about sex etc. Let them be the grownups they have become!

One other thing I wish for them is to let go of the constructs of kpop, of fanservice etc. They are succesful beyond measure now, they dont need to play into that shit, into theories of crazy tkkokers, of looking for crumbs of connecetion. And Im sorry (not really though) for saying this, but there is one particular member who LOVES fs and loves to play into it - you know who I mean. He will take any chance to do that - look how he behaved at the movie premiere with JK, or the time they spend time on Hawaii - he milked the fact they were together...

I hope they know the power they truly hold, there is no other BTS and there wont ever be.

And if some fans leave due to things changing - let them go on their merry way - they dont deserve those boys anyway....

(So sorry for this rant! I love you! 💜)

I share your wishes anon really,

The fact they will have time to prepare and regroup before putting new content out gives me hope that they will actually time to THINK and they should think hard about this new direction, it will either make it or break it.

I don't believe they can remain the same as they have been - it's pretty unrealistic and change is normal especially with age.

I also wish they would not play into the kpop game of fanservice in the future, honestly they really don't need to, but look what happened with the anime, and look what this member is doing (and kept doing even during military, this guy is on a MISSION, which obviously isn't good for anyone - whatever his reasons are.)

Unfortunately I don't see any of it stopping unless they all have a serious talk.

My opinion for a while is that Hybe keeps playing it small despite the member's success, it's like they kept a small company mindset and can't seem to ditch the underdog attitude, can't open to new ways of doing things, can't open to how international the band is (this alone needs to be studied because their inability to go international is almost comical - just look at their international job offers written in korean 😂), can't ditch the kpop game because they never believed they would break it the first place and now that they did they simply don't know how to handle it properly.

Some koreans are very conservative, and it seems many at hybe are older people, so my bet is that if you put something like CHANGE into their hands...will they actually be able to do it? Can they handle it?

I am not entirely sure.

Kpop is ingrained into the band since its debut. The members surely don't define themselves with the label anymore, but how does the company see it now? Are they truly capable of handling global superstars, and not just idols?

Can they go beyond the mold of kpop and push a different agenda?

I have a lot of doubts about this.

Yes the members have influence obviously but they need the company to back them up.

The anime was made I guess without the member's consent.

Yet a tk agenda was pushed. In our year of 2025 💀 doesn't it tell us that hybe is indeed playing the game here?

So indeed I share your wishes but I'm not sure realistically we will get them, at least not to the extent we want.

The interactions and pushing of certain subunits will be there.

Unless someone says something, which is not certain to happen.

Because everyone knows "it's the game you must play" YES in kpop but BTS are beyond this.

How much the members and hybe are willing to entirely let go of that label is completely unknown.

As for entertaining younger audiences, imo they can't even do it anymore because now it would simply be too weird. Imagine 30yo singing to 16yo? Trying to sell them the boyfriend fantasy. It's just weird. Creepy, even.

So yes change is absolutely needed.

I guess it also circles back to jikook's questioning "how do we want to live our life moving forward".

What is good about this, is that jikook will be able to think about those questions together and come to conclusions together AND THEN share everything with the group to find a middle ground with everyone. Somehow it eases my heart a little bit that their shared decisions might come first and that they are allowed also to decide how they want to present themselves with the world (more maturely too?).

Maybe everyone will finally cut the crap (ohhh I wish)

That would be good if some fans left indeed and that they kept more mature ones (if all tkkers could go actually...they don't even care about the music 💀)

Whatever the direction (it could go in so many ways) I just hope the members themselves will be happy about it, and that they will be able to express whatever they want just how they want it. That's my only wish.

Sorry if I'm not super optimistic - I just keep my expectations low so when I am surprised I will be even happier 😂

Can't wait to see how it all plays out 👌🏻

You can rant to me anytime! Love you too 💜

Thank you and take care 🫂

[visionandthebeast]

Written out a beginning for my tommy cursed with amnesia fic. Now officially set after 8x11.

In the end, Buck didn't call Tommy. He wanted to, he wanted to hear Tommy's voice again, even if it was just through the phone. But it was exactly that longing that made him hold off.

Because just thinking about Tommy's voice got Buck so hard he had to jerk off twice before he could think clearly. Even now he was still half hard, the lingering ache from taking Tommy in both ends just the night before an un-ignorable reminder of what he wanted.

Who he wanted.

He needed to sort his head - and penis - out before he could talk to Tommy. Trying to have a serious conversation when he couldn't even think about the man clearly would just open them both up to more pain.

So Buck focused on unpacking. Moving into his new house properly, and not just using it as a glorified storage room. He still wasn't sure about where he wanted everything to go, but at least this way everything had somewhere to be. Somewhere other than a labeled box with the label face down.

He decided not to do it room by room, but to focus on the things he would get the most use out of. His bed, the couch, the kitchenware. Stuff like that.

Then he went to get groceries, so he wouldn't just be surviving off baked goods, takeout, and Maddie and Chim's dinners.

He had leftovers from Tommy's breakfast spread that would have lasted a few days even if Tommy hadn't left without eating. He wouldn't let them go to waste, but he did need food for his other meals. Ingredients to make them. Options for days when he's in a rush to leave -or exhausted coming home - and can't have a proper meal.

Bringing his groceries into the house, frowning at the receipt because everything was more expensive here then the stores by his loft, Buck dumped everything on the kitchen counters. Pulling the fridge open blindly as he started organizing what needed to be stored there.

He went to move the breakfast remains from where he'd shoved them and froze. His eyes falling on something he knew he'd not bought. He hadn't bought anything, really. Not before today. Definitely not a bottle of champagne.

Tommy had bought it. Tommy had made him breakfast, and bought champagne. Tommy had planned.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, the same one he'd sat on while Tommy had been here, Buck stared at the champagne bottle. He'd know Tommy wanted to work things out, wanted to give them a second chance.

But somehow, holding the bottle in his hand, made it so much more real. Tommy was ready to celebrate them starting there relationship again.

Pulling his phone out, Buck navigated to his messages with Tommy, still showing the texts from the night they broke up.

I'm sorry

I shouldnt have snapped at you like that

We probably shouldnt have slept together without talking things through

I dont regret it

But maybe I wouldnt have have the regrets I do if we just talked

If you want to id like to talk

I want you back Tommy

Buck hesitated, before deleting that final message. It was too desperate, too much to send to someone he'd basically told was just a meaningless hookup. However much of a lie that was.

Letting out a sigh, Buck stared at the groceries, before shoving everything that needed to be cold in the fridge, still in the bags, and made his way to the bedroom.

He had a shift tomorrow, he'd need all the rest he could get.