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not chancing it dude

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made in abyss is a popular top ten in the season anime, praised for its world building, characters and approach to trauma, it’s no wonder people keep recommending it. Sword Art Online took the world by storm as the most popular in the isekei genre, making it more renowned to people and now it (the genre) is over saturated . hisoka is a pedophile clown in hunter x hunter but people say he’s hot and sexy all the time, and in the same breath people will say he’s their favorite character. the majority of the anime we watch and the manga we read have a lot wrong with them down to pedophilia, misogyny, abuse, rape, and the list literally goes on. even fucking naruto. anyone could’ve recommended made in abyss because despite the author, the work and the writing is incredible. Mingi, Soobin, and Woozi were just recommending anime dude, don’t get your panties in a twist. some people don’t go looking for problems in everything everyone does, and just enjoy the art itself. if you wanna boycott and bitch about made in abyss and the k-pop idols watching and recommending, maybe don’t watch anime? maybe don’t be a little bitch about how it goes lol. literally so sensitive babe and for what? a grown ass man who likes anime? how are you gonna let your feelings get hurt over a nerd 💀 a whole ass MAN. oh and if you need anymore proof that there just men, soobin literally flipped his friend off with his TOES💀💀 that’s the person your crying about LMAOOO he kinda reminds me of my brother 🤢

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“What do you like most about me, Suguru?” Satoru asked his lover, staring at the ceiling as Suguru read quietly.

“Your personality.”

“Suguru… that’s the worst most boring generic answer-“

“You asked, Sato.”

“It’s not enough.”

…

…

…

“Your eyes.” The second answer came when it was almost irrelevant.

“hm? what about them?”

“You asked me what I liked most about you. you also said your personality wasn’t enough. I like your eyes.” Suguru answered, still looking at his book, unable to gauge Satoru’s reaction.

“Everyone likes my eyes though.” Satoru sighed, leaning back in his chair disappointed in his lover's answer.

Suguru looked up at Satoru amused, he knew his boyfriend would act like this when he gave his answer. Satoru was so quick to jump to conclusions it was almost humorous, especially when he knew exactly how’d he’d jump.

“Everyone likes them for their power, Satoru. I like them because they tell me everything I need to know. I like them when they see sweets you just can’t help eating, i like them when you look at me, or an old photo of us, i love your eyes, Satoru, because even if i was blind, i’d be able to tell your eyes on me… They give me a window to your soul, I'd know you even if it wasn’t you.” Suguru could only whisper the last part as his voice was overcome with emotion. “Gojo Satoru, i think i just love you.”

Satoru paused, taking in his words, his cerulean eyes shining like crystals thanks to the unshed tears that had built in them.

“I love you too, Geto Suguru.”

It wouldn’t matter if a century passed, Satoru would never forget the words his lover spoke to him, he knew that deep down, this was a dream of a memory. one that would replay in his mind, over and over, a right torment he deserved. This dream was his hell on earth but at the time, it was heaven. He woke up his pillow wet with fresh tears, remembering two things. 1) he had never felt so beautiful as he had in Geto Surugu’s arms, and 2) how to put on the practiced smile that his adoptive son had only ever seen from him. Only a few months from now he’d be recounting the words whispered to him in the moonlight’s embrace, saying,

“My six eyes tell me that you are Geto Surugu… But my soul knows otherwise.”

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Proving a point to my boyfriend.

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Please sir can I have some more 🤲🫶

Hello Stranger || LMH

thirty: who's minho?

a/n: oops? 😅

Summary: After moving into a new apartment, y/n learns that she got more than she bargained for.

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I’m speechless, as I’m sure most of you are, and I did cry when I heard the news, my heart was broken, but our grief doesn’t compare to that of his family and his members. I hope we can all send our prayers to them. He will be a star as he always was and we can one hope with we can see him from our front yards, the brightest star in the sky! Rest In Peace Moonbin, I hope you can rest easy now.

As for the fans, please do not blame yourself, I’ve already seen some people saying “I’m so sorry we didn’t notice” and “we should’ve been better fans” it wasn’t about any of that, depression is an illness, its a virus, it’s tells you to do things you wouldn’t normally do, it makes you become a person you don’t want to be, if you are living with depression please do not be afraid to reach out, to speak your heart, because there will be so many other people who see you. We’re just fans, and what hurts the most is that even if we did see the signs, we wouldn’t be able to do anything. I hope that we can put that aside and remember Moonbin how he was, his smile, his humor, everything he gave his until now and even after.

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Stop hurting Bug 😭 Let baby rest pls she needs a nice glass of warm coco and a hug, an Ateez pile of you would, she deserves the world

like the moon [thirteen]

pairing: poly!ot8 ateez x fem!oc!reader

warnings: panic attacks, major ptsd, mentions of vomit, injuries, blood, death, gore mentions (vague), fear, scars, mentions of self-harm (clenching fists and breaking skin), past torture, being attacked, monsters, fear, being chased, self-deprecation, fighting, fear of being touched, killing 

word count: 14k

a/n: thought about leaving you guys with another cliffhanger since this chapter was getting kind of long, but I decided not to xD y’all deserve a little more of this hurt/comfort for all the angst I’ve written <3

[previous chapter - twelve] 

It takes both Yeosang and Seonghwa’s combined efforts to settle San back into his bed. Despite the agony in his ribs from the recent chest wound, San was determined to move. Hongjoong had not been able to answer his whimpered question quick enough, and San had taken it to mean the worst.

“What happened?” his pained murmur echoes through the cavern. San tries to sit up, a choked hiss leaving his lips when his ribs throb angrily. His chest aches with a swelling agony, but the panic overwhelming his mind seems to take precedence. He tries once more to lift his torso, crying out as the ribs shift and a spark of pain races across his side. Yeosang is there, gently hushing his lover and placing his hands across San’s shoulders. So gently, the healer pushes San back into the mattress, his delicate hands trying to keep him stable. The honey-haired healer feels his own heart clench beneath his ribs, his mind barely able to follow San’s panicked murmurs as he tries not to let San reopen his stitches. 

San cannot hold himself up for long. The agony overtaking his body forces him to rest back against the sheets beneath him. With an anguished groan, San cannot calm the thundering pulse of his heart. His mind is racing, images filtering across his panicked thoughts. They hiss angrily at him and twist his anxieties into darker fears. Had he saved you? Did he take the arrow, or was there another waiting for you just after he collapsed? 

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rant bc im so tired and demotivated from this...

imma try and get my thoughts in order. i go through my feedback and see this.

you see that? yeah, my fic got slapped with a community label.

89 notes in 1 day. normally, I'd think it's just Tumblr being Tumblr and their finicky bots however;

this got flagged within 11 hours of it being up. not even a full day and it got flagged. since then, it's reached 96 notes. once this label is slapped on a piece of work; it's there for good! i can't get rid of it, it's permanently there meaning interactions become little to none.

i don't wanna make assumptions however, whoever is fucking reporting/flagging my works; kindly leave. Normally, i'd get a notification saying my work has been flagged, however, for the two pieces posted in this post, I did not.

i don't understand how my Hyunjin and Seungmin fic managed to avoid the label. maybe i am grasping at straws, maybe this is tumblr being an absolute pain in my ass rn, however, if you are reporting my shit; kindly stop.

i tag my posts with the appropriate tags, so i don't understand why people feel the need to report mine PLUS other people's works because i know it's happening to a lot more writers.

you have no idea what it does to a writer to see that their work is being flagged. interactions go down, likes, reblogs are none existent. i was nervous posting my changlix fic, first poly fic i've done that has mxm elements and to see it do so poorly PURELY BECAUSE OF THE LABEL is demotivating and demoralising.

i have fics planned, fics that are hella smutty but it's making me anxious and question whether i CAN post because how do I know that my works won't get reported again?

pls make sure you have you settings fixed so you can all still see mine and other people's work. I know we all sound like broken records at this point, but it's so so so important to many of us.

i try and not let it get to me. i write for myself and for people that enjoy my type of stuff. however, i am human, i have emotions and it i'd be lying if i said it doesnt get to me

stop with this nonsense. you don't like smut, don't read it. in fact, wtf are you doing looking at smut tags in the first place? leave me alone.

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Have you or a live one been personally attacked or offended by a fanfic post?

Well you maybe entitled to a considerable sum, just call 800-my-heart-can't-handle-this

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♡ KICK YOU OR KISS YOU — KIM MINGYU

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluff, angst if you squint, alcohol consumption, gyu being drunk + a flirt (again!)

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“i’ve been contemplating for a while and i don’t know whether to feel bad for you or not.”

minghao chuckled, looking away you turned to him with a playful glare.

“well, hi there, pretty,” mingyu greeted, a drunken smile on his face. “do you have a band-aid? because i scraped my knee falling for you.”

you looked at minghao, furrowing your brows as he stifled a laugh. “hao, stop encouraging him!” you whined, covering your face as you saw mingyu open his mouth again to drop another cringy pickup line.

“they say kissing is a language of love,” mingyu paused, leaning his face closer to yours. “so, would you like to start a conversation with me?”

“wow, that’s actually a good one,” minghao commented, raising his hands in surrender upon making eye-contact with you. “look, i gotta give him credit for where he deserves it.”

“xu minghao, i will end you with my own hands. i swear, i–”

“don’t blame me! i’m just amused at how this idiot is flirting with his own girlfriend.”

it was true. you and mingyu were dating for a few years now, yet his drunken habit remained the same; flirting with you as he was seeing you for the first time.

a startled gasp pulled you out of your thoughts, turning towards a surprised mingyu. “girlfriend?! you are my girlfriend?!” he asked, getting a nod from you. “wow, i can’t believe you are dating me. i’ve hit the lotto,” he muttered, pleasantly surprised.

you shook your head, chuckling as you moved towards the bar, getting a drink to help you deal with your boyfriend.

drunk mingyu was never troublesome, but his pick-up lines sure took a toll on the remaining braincells you had.

your alone time was cut short as mingyu and minghao sat beside you, one of them mustering the best flirty smile he could offer.

you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the next line mingyu was about to hit you with.

“i just thought i should let you know that i’m usually on top of things; would you like to be one of them, perhaps?”

a quiet gasp left your lips at his suggestive line, wondering where in the world he had gotten that from. minghao seemed just as surprised, a tinge of amusement on his face as he looked impressed by his friend's pickup line.

"i really don't know if i should kick you off a bridge because you are annoying or kiss you because you are sickeningly adorable when drunk."

"why kick me when you can kiss me, pretty? you can't resist this. i’m too charming for my own good.”

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I need to de able to derealize when I wanted

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r o l l e r c o a s t e r

not all that glitters is gold: mlist ♛

series trailer I series playlist

series pairing: (fem) princess!reader x seonghwa x san x wooyoung. eventual polyamory.

series genre: action and adventure. romance. angst. fluff. suggestive. fantasy au.

current word count: 87.9k

chapter list:

part one: a sacrifice, a narrow escape, and three bandits. (10.0k)

“Where are we going to go?” You ask as Mingi removes his cloak, handing the garment over to you. You put it on, throwing the hood over your head. Best to take any precautions available.

“Assuming we get out of here alive,” he starts, checking to see if the horse’s saddle is in proper condition. “Kuroku.”

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SHUT THE FUCK UP WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME ABOUT KANG FUCKING TAEHYUN COVERING BAMBI???? YALL ARE A BUNCH OF FAKES WTF

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHYYYYYY PLEASE JUST STOP BEING DUMBBBB

a taste of something new — soobin x f!reader

47. i said i like you — WC: 2.7k (+ sns)

A/N: ok everyone now remember the promise we made on chapter 46? great let's keep that in mind.

WARNINGS: cursing, arguing, crying, hints of anxiety, some panicking, fear of love kinda??, yeonjun lowkey being everyone's mom

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You don't mean to be invasive. You don't want to look obsessed or act like a psychotic person who can't accept rejection. It's not your intention at all. And you're not there to disrespect Soobin's space or whatever, you're just tired of tossing and turning in your bed every night, you're sick of overthinking, and you don't think you can survive another night filled with what-ifs clouding your mind.

So yes, you might be acting impulsively, but after waiting and waiting for five whole days, you deserve to get some closure, at the very least. Deep down you know that if he really liked you, he would've said something by now. But he hasn't, so all you need is to hear him say it. 

What's the worst he could do? Tell you he's not gonna risk his own heart by being with someone as unstable as you? Tell you the two of you would never work so you shouldn't even try? Tell you he simply doesn't feel the same for you and has finally realized all he needed was to get some action to release the pent-up frustration he accumulated over the past few years since he broke up with Jiwon? You can handle that. You just need to hear it from his own mouth so you can move on with your stupid life.

Beomgyu is the only one there when you enter the cafe, and he doesn't take long to notice your presence. Unlike the other times he's seen you, he just looks around as if he's too scared of someone else's reaction. Still, he hurries to the entrance to greet you, with a dish towel hanging on his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" He inquires in a hushed tone.

"What do you think?" Why is he even acting that way? "I need to see him."

"I know you do, but we're at work, and–"

"Beomgyu, you guys will be closing in a few minutes. There's no one here," you interrupt him in a tired voice. That's the reason why you're there: you knew they'd be working the closing shift tonight, and you figured it was your best shot at seeing Soobin. "I'm not here to disturb anyone's peace, but I need to talk to him. I… It's been really hard."

He sighs, slumping his shoulders and nodding slowly. "I'm sorry, I know. I just– I don't know what's up with him right now. Things are weird."

"Yeah, they are."

"I… I missed you, though," he admits with an almost pout.

And see, Beomgyu might be obnoxiously loud sometimes, but he has a good heart, and he's grown to be someone you love. He's a loyal friend and you feel bad for ignoring him, you just needed to stay away for obvious reasons. He's one of Soobin's closest friends, after all. 

Of course, that doesn't mean you've stopped caring about him. On the contrary, you've been missing his overenergetic behavior and all of the bickering the two of you constantly had.

You sigh and offer him a hug, and he reciprocates it, keeping you in his embrace for a few brief seconds.

"I missed you too, Beom. I'm sorry for ghosting you." 

Once you break away from the hug, his shoulders shrug at you, though his face still lacks any joy.

"Eh," he waves dismissively, "you'll pay for that later. Go on now. He's in the back, if you wanna see him. I'll just… start cleaning up, I guess."

"Okay," you nod, "wish me good luck."

Your awkward smile is mirrored by him, which is probably not a great sign, but you decide against making up theories in your head and simply make your way to the back of the establishment after he mumbles a quick "good luck". 

You halt in front of the storage room door and take a deep breath before knocking on it and carefully pushing it open.

"I'm not done here, man, so just–"

"Not Beomgyu," you tell him, still unable to see him.

The silence that follows is almost deadly, until it's interrupted by the sound of Soobin's brief sniffle coming from behind the shelf in front of you.

"I'm working right now, so, um–"

"I won't be long." Your feet take you to where he is, and what you see is him quickly wiping his reddened face with the back of his hands and turning around almost immediately. "Soobin."

"I'm busy, Y/N." He starts moving some products on the shelf he just turned to, clearly just trying to find a way to escape from that conversation.

"Crying? Yeah, guess I've been super busy lately, too," you try to joke, but it's not a good one. "You don't need to look at me if you don't want to. I'll stay back here." You go back to where you were before, standing behind the shelf, which ends up working as a wall between the two of you. "You don't have to pretend you're busy. I just want you to listen to me and… give me some answers. I think I deserve that much."

"Okay."

"Do you regret it?" You need to know that in order to have a better notion of where you should start. 

Silence settles for a few more seconds before he answers a quiet: "Yes."

"Okay." You breathe and ignore the sting in your chest. "Alright. I'm sorry, then. I shouldn't have induced you to have sex with me."

"You weren't sober," he says, as if he's trying to take the blame from you.

"By choice. You weren't sober either, and I was the one who made you drink."

"You– you didn't have that in mind, you just wanted me to enjoy the party."

Why is he defending you from yourself when he refuses to even look at you?

"Well, you're right, but it's still on me," you insist. "So I'm sorry."

"Don't worry."

Ironic. After letting you spend so many nights crying and feeling paranoid over how you messed up, now he tells you not to worry.

"Don't tell me not to worry. In a way, I took advantage of you. I didn't mean to, but it's what happened," you admit. "Um, well, if you regret it, I guess– I guess you're not gonna like to hear this, but I– I don't know, I think I've liked you for a while, and I wanted you, so… you know. It was shitty of me to do that."

Silence. 

One, two, three, four seconds of silence.

"You what?"

"I said I like you," you repeat slowly, not sure of what to expect. Why does he sound so skeptical?

And again, no response for a moment. Three seconds this time, unless you're not counting them correctly.

"No, you don't," he finally says, making you scoff. Is he for real?

"Yes, I do. Why would I lie about this?" Now that's just dumb. Does he think that low of you? 

"Y/N, that– that's absurd. You don't have a single reason to like me, you… you're just bored."

You blink a few times, refusing to believe that that is his argument. You're just bored. You don't have feelings for him, you just want some emotion. Is that really what he thinks?

You go around the shelf just to stare at him again.

"Are you serious right now?"

He looks taken aback by your presence in front of him, and his puffy eyes widen, but he doesn't move or turn away this time.

"You're not used to this," he reasons, talking slowly. "You said it yourself that time, you don't like people, not this way. You've never felt this way about anyone, you always get bored of everyone, and it's… always just a matter of time before you move on to the next guy. Why would I be the first one you'd catch any feelings for?"

Ouch? He really said that, huh? You already suspected he'd see you as nothing but an easy whore, but having him say to your face that you just use people and throw them out hurts more than expected.

"Do you think I fucking know the answer to that? Do you think I chose this?" You snap. "Do you think I wanna be here right now, being called a slut by the guy I wanna be with?"

"I– I'm not calling you that."

"Yes, you are! Shut up. What, you think I just wanna use you for a few more weeks so I can dump you? Yeah, maybe I'm here just because I can't take rejection, because I have to be the bitch that rejects people in the end."

"That's not what I'm saying!"

"Shut up," you repeat, feeling your eyes burn. "You told me we were gonna talk about this fucking mess and then disappeared. I've been waiting for days and got nothing from you. I've been crying every single night because of you, because of whatever the fuck is going on between us, and because I miss your stupid fucking face. Then I come here and I tell you I like you and all you have to say is no, you're just bored, like… Fuck off." Why would he try to gaslight you about your own feelings? That's just stupid. You're stupid for even trying to communicate with someone who clearly doesn't want to. "But the party I went to and your stupid ex-girlfriend kept asking everyone about?"

"She talked to you?"

You roll your eyes. "She talked to Yeji and Giselle on Twitter. It's not the fucking point right now. The point is that the guy she saw me with… I ditched him as soon as we started to make out. You know the fuck why? Because he wasn't you, and I couldn't get you out of my head. I was drunk and I still couldn't think about anything but you, and your lips, and your hands, and your fucking voice, and how you touched me, and the way you always made me feel comfortable and safe and happy, and I just wanted to be with you. I wanted you. I've been wanting you for a long time, and it took me a while to understand it, but I know what I want now."

He keeps staring at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, looking as panicked as he can be. With the lack of any response, you opt to keep going.

"So yeah, maybe I am a fucking slut. And I don't understand why in hell I would fall for you, out of all people in the whole world, but I did. Maybe opposites attract, maybe I was just going out with the wrong kind of people, or maybe I'm just desperately craving for something deeper than just fucking around. I don't know, and I don't care. All I know is that I like you. I like your stupid grumpy face, I like your messy hair and your sleepy voice in the morning, I like when you start mumbling and complaining about stuff, I like how competitive you get when we're playing, and how you start making up excuses whenever I fucking wreck you in any game, even though sometimes the only reason why you lost was that you let me win just so you can whine about ir. I like the way you hold my hand whenever you're nervous, and I like the kisses and the hugs you give me in public, and I wish I could get them when we're alone too, because they make me feel warm inside. And I like how you always act like you don't care, but you always show that you do. Like when I was stressed out and you took me to that cat cafe, or how you decided we should take Haneul out for ice cream when we were at my family's house just because she missed me and I missed her, or how you always get me something sweet whenever I'm moody, or how you took me to a daisy field for a picnic the other day, or how you always try to make me laugh with your fake grumpy act when I'm feeling down, or how you're always willing to listen when I just need someone to talk to, or how you pay attention to what the people around you like or dislike, or how you might not always know what to say to help me, but you always offer me a distraction with something I enjoy to help me relax. And I like how hardworking you are, and how talented you are, and your stupid concentrated face when you're focused on a song you're writing, and how loyal you are to your friends, and your fucking sense of humor, and even the way you act like a stubborn piece of shit sometimes." You wipe the tears that have started running down your cheeks at some point and try to breathe, but it's too hard to keep yourself under control. "And when you got drunk and asked me to go stay with you the other night, I thought that maybe you could like me back. Because you kissed me like you did, and you didn't wanna stop, and I thought that maybe that was a sign. But you didn't remember shit in the morning and I decided to keep my mouth shut because I just knew you would get weird again. And I was dreading this week, because I didn't wanna break up with you, and now here we are. I don't know what to do, Choi Soobin, I don't know how to deal with what's going on. And yes, my heart might be messy and unprepared for this whole relationship thing, but I'd be willing to let you take it and teach it how it feels to care for someone and be cared for, if you just stopped thinking I'm trying to use you and actually gave me a chance to give you my best. And if you don't like me back, that's fine, but don't act like I'm just trying to add your name to an imaginary list."

A heavy breath comes out of you once you're done with your speech, and you look for any kind of answer on Soobin's face, but he's still just there, staring. His lips part as if he's about to say something, but he can barely stammer out a simple "I–" before going totally silent again. 

You keep looking, hoping something else will come out. However, he just looks down at the floor and takes a deep breath, and you can't read what his expression means, but you can only wait for so long.

Even a short "Yep, I don't like you" would hurt less than his silence, but if there's something you've learned about life, it's that you can't always get what you want.

A few seconds go by, and you finally give up on him. You feel like the biggest idiot in the world, because you've just poured all of your thoughts and emotions out, and all you got in response was a single vowel. I. You wish you could get hit by a comet right now, or that maybe the ground could swallow you whole.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head nervously, and let out a quiet and frustrated laugh.

"I see. Okay. Fine," you use his favorite word as a way to put an end to that, then you cross your arms tightly against your chest — as if that could stop your heart from being shattered into a million pieces — and quickly make your way out of that tiny room.

"Y/N–," he tries weakly, but you're already leaving.

Beomgyu sees you on your way out, and he tries to say something, but you just rush past him to get the hell away from that place as quickly as possible.

You've never felt so humiliated, all you wanna do right now is hide in your bedroom and never come out again. Maybe you should contact your friends, or at least Giselle, but you don't feel like seeing anyone at the moment. You just wanna be alone, as you should be. That's what you deserve, apparently.

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