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[kidsinnowadays]

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[alecgsaltwood]

Bringing back this AU concept i thought of a long while back where Alec loses his memories at the end of the Shadowhunters TV universe instead of Clary as punishment for not only summoning a Prince of Hell but wagering deals with one or whatever idk I didn't get that far but ANYWAYS.

Him living with his mom and going to college while working at a cute coffee shop / wearing a pride pin on his apron and Magnus being his favorite customer because he always tips him really well :(

And wait over time he’d develop a crush on Magnus but like he doesn’t want to say anything because the man is a customer and he’s obviously married by the looks of the wedding ring on his finger :((

He likes Friday night shifts because that’s open mic night and there’s this band called Rock Solid Panda that plays and they sound ok plus the singer’s friend had really weird tattoos that Alec just can’t seem to wrap his head around :(((

And the lead singer's girlfriend once called him hermano when he came to clean up their dishes after a show and now his coworkers tease him about it, but strangely, she does sort of look like him :((((

Sometimes him and his classmates go to this bar after a really hard exam and the bartender is nice and funny and they like to share complaints about annoying customers they had both dealt with that week but he feels bad for her because she has a big scar on her neck :(((((

And he’s not really the religious type but his mom insist they go to church some nights, and there’s this new pastor there, he seems young but he’s good, in fact sometimes if he looks over his shoulder he thinks he sees a man that looks like Magnus standing in the back, he looks proud??

Also he likes to donate blood at the local hospital sometimes, the nurse there is really sweet, he asks her about the drawings pinned on her station wall, she smiles softly and tells him her daughter drew them. But why do one of the men in the drawings look like him :(((((

Oh and some nights when he’s drowning in homework his mom’s boyfriend comes by and brings Chinese food, Alec really likes it and asks Luke to show him a menu for the next time he wants to order it, but, that’s a strange name for lo mein, and what are seelie kelp noodles?

He typically works the closing shifts at work, he tends to prefer the night shifts because they are slower and he can focus on his school load, he loved being a public policy major but god was there a lot of reading. He heard about a study method that included scribbling on a piece of paper while he read. One time, he was locked in on chapter when he heard the front door chime and in walked a tall blonde man in a leather jacket, when he greeted the man he looked downright nauseous, which, Alec wasn't sure what was to be said about his own appearance in that moment. The man ordered a black coffee to go but avoided eye contact with him which confused Alec even more, but nonetheless he turned to the coffee maker and began to pour him a cup.

It was when he turned back to hand him the cup, when things got weird. The other man was staring intensely at his notebook, thinking he was probably confused by the random scribbles he went to explain when he realized the page was indeed not filled with random scribbles but rather the same scribble over and over again.

The man left before Alec could say anything more, leaving him with the cup of coffee. But something changed in that moment, seeing the unintentional drawing, its resemblance to the tattoos he had seen all around him but this one specifically not being one he had seen on any of his customers, coupled with this strange man who, if Alec was completely honest, felt like someone he knew deeply, maybe in this life or another.

So strange, definitely a story to tell his mom once he got home.

:((((((

[tammyjackson50-blog]

Life After High school with Eddie - E.M headcanon

First of all, Eddie swears he only graduated because of you. Like, he knows for a fact that if you hadn’t been making him study,he would still be stuck in Hawkins High for another year. “I can’t believe I’m free.” “You’re free because I forced you to do your homework.” “And I will never stop being grateful, my beautiful, terrifying girlfriend."

He still works at that old record store, which he keeps saying that is temporary while he figures out his music career, but let’s be real,he loves it there. Free records, 80's vibe, interesting customers, and unlimited opportunities to force you to listen to his weird underground metal finds. “Babe, this band sounds like they were raised by wolves in the best way.” “Eddie, they’re literally growling.” "Yeah. Exactly."

He gets dragged into visiting Family Video all the time because Steve and Robin work there, and you’re convinced he secretly enjoys their chaotic energy. “I’m telling you, Steve, ‘The Lost Boys’ is basically a metalhead’s dream.” “Eddie, it’s a vampire movie from the 80's.” “Yeah, and? You don’t think I’d be a sick vampire?” “Dude, you already dress like one.”

Robin loves to mess with him. Loves it. She once made a spotifiy playlist named “For Eddie’s Sensitive Little Heart” that was just an entire Taylor Swift album. “Admit it, you liked at least track five.” “I will be stealing some of these lyrics for my own music, but that’s beside the point..."

Dustin comes by the record store all the time, mostly to bother Eddie but also because Eddie has way too much free time and helps him pick out the coolest albums. “Okay, kid, listen, this band? Life changing.” “Eddie, this album is older than my mom.” “And yet, it still kicks ass. So show some respect.”

Eddie’s YouTube channel takes off after Dustin forces him to do a video teaching people how to play Metallica riffs. The comments are insane. Half the people are thirsting over his hands, and the other half are begging for a full tutorial.

(gif is not mine) “I think I have fans.” “Yeah, baby, they love you.” “Bet you’re regretting this now, Henderson. Soon, I’ll be too famous to hang out with you peasants.” “You still live with your uncle, dude.”

Late night gas station runs are a tradition. You two pull up on his motorcycle, and end up sitting on the curb outside, sharing some snacks and talking about life and random stuff. “Okay,so five years from now. Where are we?” “Touring the world, obviously. You’re my badass roadie slash partner in crime.” “And what if I want a normal job?” “Then I’ll be the cool boyfriend who picks you up from work on my motorcycle and makes everyone jealous.”

He lets you wear his Hellfire shirt that he has for years now to sleep sometimes, and it’s way too big on you, which he loves. He’ll wrap his arms around you, nuzzle into your neck, and mumble about how cute you look. “Keep it, babe. Looks better on you anyway.” “Eddie, this is your favorite shirt.” “And you are my favorite person, so it evens out.” _______

Have't read or made an Eddie ff in a while now haha.

[christiannerd]

IBS is a disability

TW for discussion/vent about how a disability affects me, and mention of having to hide pain

Disclaimer: I am new to Tumblr, and have yet to watch an etiquette video. If I have accidentally said or done anything I wasn't supposed to, it was entirely unintentional, and I deeply apologize. I will correct it as soon as I am made aware.

Warning: long post ahead (under the cut)

IBS should be considered a disability. I know a bunch of people in the disabled community online already consider it one, but legally it's not considered one.

Sure, im still able to have a job and do my school work, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make those things harder than it would be for someone who's digestive system isn't a mine field.

What happens when I have a flare-up at work? Which, by the way, has happened before. I can't just take a 2 hour bathroom break in the middle of my 8 hour shift! So I just stand there. in pain. ignoring the pain. keeping that customer-service smile on my face so the customers don't notice I'm in pain.

One time (before I had my meds, so the pain was a lot worse back then too) I was working a shift and my boss stationed me in the elevator. Literally the most useless job I could have been given, I was just there to press the buttons for customers. (I had a more important role at one specific spot in the shift, but that lasted like 5 minutes). I had a flareup towards the beginning of that shift. I could tell this was going to be a multi-hour bathroom visit, so I couldn't do anything about it until I got off work. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But of course, I couldn't do that. I had to stand there, and smile, and keep working. So not only was I having to smile through the judgemental stares and comments bc I was being paid to press elevator buttons, but I had to ignore being in agonizing physical pain as well.

Its not that my IBS stops me from having a job, but it probably effects my performance at my job. Who can focus in that much pain? Sure that day focus wasn't really an issue bc I was just pressing elevator buttons, but in any other position it would have been a major problem. And if I dealt with the problem to make the pain go away, I'd lose several hours of work, on a consistent basis, and probably be fired for it.

And as far as school, hygine, and social life goes, I lose several hours out of my day, every day, to being stuck in the bathroom trying desperately to make the pain go away. You think that doesn't effect my ability to find time for homework? You think that doesn't effect my ability to make it to class? You think that doesn't effect my ability to take care of my body in other ways?

I very often have to choose between going to class or taking a shower, because the time I was suppose to be in the shower, I was on the toilet. I often have to choose between getting my homework done, and spending time with friends, because the time I was supposed to be doing homework, I was stuck in the bathroom. I know homework vs social life is a common time balancing problem for students, but for most people it's "less time with friends to get the homework done", but for me it's very often "no time with friends to get the homework done". It's so isolating. If I didn't see these people at church, and at club meetings, I'd probably never get to see them. (and yes, I have missed or been late to those bc of my IBS as well)

My IBS has kept me up until the middle of the night before. It's made me miss class. It's made me late to things. It's made me miss exams! (Thank goodness my professors were understanding enough to let me take it another time).

The only ways I can manage my IBS is by taking meds, and/or severely restricting my diet. My pills help me be able to avoid some of the pain from eating food, but like any disability aid, it doesn't help 100%. Without my meds, most vegetables are completely out of the question. So is a long list of fruits, and so many other things. Even tea hurts me! Coffee too! Meds help, but I'm still in pain. Less pain, but still pain. And im still spending hours in the bathroom. 1-2 hours at a time, instead of 3-4, but it's still countable in terms of hours.

This is a lifelong condition that I was born with. If any other part of my body was effecting me this way, no one would doubt that I'm disabled. Heck, this effects me more than some of the recognized disabilities that I have! How is this not a disability?

[veshiro]

Million Dollar Man - Rui Kamishiro

x fem!reader part II

-> ...and now you're completely confused.

Come on baby, let’s ride

We can escape to the great sunshine

The past week has been confusing, draining, and overall shit. You took the day off from helping the troupe, which you normally don’t do as it feels sucky to ditch, to work on your overdue assignments. Then, there’s the haunting thoughts of the director himself. The way he had stepped in between you and that creep that one night still lingers at the forefront of your mind. His hand on your waist, the slight growl in his voice when–

Homework.

You groan and shove the heavy mathematics textbook shut, the loose-leaf paper filled with scribbles and sad attempts sticks out slightly. The only thing keeping you sane right now is your Lana playlist. The weight of that party’s events has been holding you down. Right after the whole incident occurred, Rui just went back to normal. Didn’t talk about the fact that he pretended to be your boyfriend. Didn’t talk about how his personality flipped. Didn’t talk about the obvious tension between you two now. It bothered you immensely, so much that you went to An and ranted about your troubles to her over a coffee. She said the same thing your other friends said: talk to him. 

“That’s a lot harder to do than it sounds like, An.” You had said while distracting yourself with a sip of the hot latte.

“It’ll make you feel better. And have you ever thought about why this bothers you so much?”

“What?”

An sighs but leans forward, her chin resting on the palm of her hand, and a small smirk appears on her face. “Why would Rui pretending to be your boyfriend, holding you oh so close, then acting like he nothing happened bother you?”

“Stop implying what I think you’re implying.” She shrugs and then leans back against the seat again. “Just think about it.”

There’s no way in the entire universe that you could have feelings for Rui Kamishiro. He’s practically a coworker. A friend that you wouldn’t gossip with or rant to. He’s just Rui. A simple man with a slightly unhinged personality.

So why does he feel so highlighted in your mind?

You pause Spotify and swipe into your rhythm game that took the stress off of your mind, and the custom focus status you had set up appears as active. Studying wasn’t going to happen, and you sure as hell didn’t want to go out with any of your friends today, so rotting away playing a game would have to do. 

That’s why you fail to see the text nofiication when you enter the game.

Time passes quickly and you’ve used up all your bonus energy on a few favorites. With a sigh, you exit the game and turn your phone off, tossing your headphones onto the bed for dramatic effect. It’s eighteen hundred and due to your parents working late, you could either scavenge ingredients or go grab some ramen from the nearby convenience store.

It’s obvious what anyone would do. 

Your shoes slide on easily and you grab your keys and wallet, phone stationed in your back pocket for easy access. The door locks behind you but you don’t get far down the sidewalk when you crash into something. 

Or, someone.

You look up and see familiar purple hair looming over you, an anxious feeling settling in your gut at the same time a fluttering one appears. Even your body was confused about how to feel about Rui. 

“You never skip out on our brainstorming sessions,” He crosses his arms before raising a hand to cup his chin in a questioning manner.

“My studies…” You didn’t sound very convincing, not even to yourself.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Was it something I did? Did I finally manage to scare you off like everyone else?” His voice is teasing and playful, but when you look into his capturing eyes you can see the pain. The remainder of his childhood. How he thinks every relationship he has will end.

“What? No!” The words leave quicker than you would have liked them to. “I just–”

“You just?” 

A raindrop hits your scalp first, then lands on your shoulders in faster successions. The both of you don’t seem to mind the sudden change of weather. 

“You confused me, okay?” There it is, the admittance.

“How?” 

Does he really not get it? Then you laugh to yourself realizing that men just don’t.

“How would you feel if I had made you feel all these wonderful and confusing things in the span of a few minutes, and then completely disregard it all without an explanation?” 

He thinks for a moment. “I suppose I’d find myself in your situation.”

“Exactly. Rui, you…” The words don’t come naturally and you struggle to hide around the truth. The truth that you had just discovered. The truth is that you had feelings beyond friendship for him.

At this point, the rain had started to drench your hair and shirt. Rui’s jacket weighed down on him heavily, but he didn’t care. His focus and attention were plastered on you.

“Why did you do it?”

“Because I couldn’t let that asshole ruin your night like that.”

If you say this, it’s all laid out. If you say this, the conversation may go down a different route. “Then why pretend to be my date? Or boyfriend? Or whatever the hell you did!” 

He freezes and a few droplets of water run down his face like makeshift tears. He blinks. “That bothered you?”

“Of course it did! You can’t just play with a girl’s feelings like that. Throw her into days of goddamn emotional turmoil and–” 

Within a moment he steps forward to close the distance between you two. His hand tenderly comes down to hold your chin, pointing your face to look at his. 

“You’ve been avoiding me because you have feelings for me?”

“Yes.”

He almost chuckles but spares you the embarrassment. “You’re a fool.” 

But then he kisses you and it feels like the world exploded. All the confusion, all the turmoil, gone in an instant. Rui Kamishiro didn’t just leave you confused, he left you breathless.

[lucagray813]

The Tang Chronicles - Chapter 6

Rating: G

Word Count: ~3,031

Characters: Tang, Pigsy, MK, Pigsy's Grandmother

Summary: Tang has finally handed in his final assignment for uni and celebrations are in order! Unfortunately though, it's not just his course that's come to an end.

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Pre-Canon, Pigsy's Grandmother is called Xiùyīng

CW: Mentions of alcohol, brief allusion to alcohol abuse

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He had done it.

Through blood, sweat and tears - so, so many tears - he had submitted his dissertation and was now finally free from the horrors of academia!

At least, he was until he started his post-grad in the Autumn, assuming he got the passing mark he needed, that was. But! That was something for future Tang to worry about! Right now, he deserved to just feel relieved and happy that the hard part was over.

On his way back home, he'd stopped by Pigsy's to tell everyone the good news and apparently they had been waiting for him.

It wasn't often MK was found in the restaurant during opening hours but he was clearly on lookout duty. Stationed at the booth closest to the window, he was leaning over the back of the chair and scouring the streets.

Tang had to admit, it was quite nice to have someone's face light up so spectacularly when they saw you. MK quickly disappeared from his sight but he was there when he opened the door holding up a very colourful, homemade card and cheering excitedly, "Congat- Congatu- You did it, Mr. Tang!"

He'd managed to arrive just as they'd reopened for dinner and as such it wasn't too busy but the few customers that were here looked very taken with MK's antics. He wasn't sure MK really understood why congratulations were in order but his grin was wide as he took his card from MK.

"For me? Aw, thank you, MK."

On the front of the card was a tall and shining rendition of himself with balloons and streamers surrounding him. On the inside, there were smaller pictures of all the things that MK apparently associated with him - his glasses, his laptop, books, noodles. And in the middle it read, "No more homework!" With many happy faces and words like "Wow", "Yes!" And "Lucky!" all around it.

It was signed MK, Pigsy and Xiùyīng.

Well, maybe he did understand why they were celebrating. He laughed as he closed the card, "Thank you, MK. This is the best "No more homework" card I've ever gotten!"

That got some amused smiles from around the room but MK just beamed at him before hurrying him to his usual seat, "C'mon, we made something special just for you!"

Xiùyīng was there waiting for him and he allowed himself to be swept up in her mighty hug as she congratulated him, "Oh, well done, Mr. Tang." She let him go and smiled at him as she continued, "You must be so relieved, you've worked so hard."

He heard Pigsy snort but he ignored him as he thanked her, "I can't even put into words how glad I am it's over. But you really didn't need to any... thing... for...."

His eyes were glued to the glowing bowl of noodles that had just been sat down on the bar. He swallowed the unseemly amount of saliva that had just materialised and tore his gaze away to look at Pigsy with eyes full of teary wonder as he pointed to the dish, "For me?"

Pigsy rolled his eyes but he was smiling fondly as he pushed the bowl closer, "Obviously. Don't start with the waterworks - you'll ruin the broth with your tears."

He sniffled noisily as he composed himself and sat down. Gratefully he accepted the pair of chopsticks MK was waving at him but before he could take a bite, Pigsy pulled the bowl away from him, "I just need to check - did you actually hand in your dissertation or did you just throw it in the river?"

In the weeks leading up to his deadline, he had gotten increasingly dramatic, threatening to scatter this Heaven forsaken paper to the winds or to burn it and bury the ashes. He huffed as he pulled out his phone and showed Pigsy a picture of him handing in his dissertation.

Mǐnyǒng had also been sceptical of whether he was actually going to go through with it or not and had bullied him into sending evidence that the deed was done - his classmates had found this incredibly funny but they had obligingly filmed and photographed him.

Pigsy nodded his approval and let him snatch his well-earned prize back. He was vaguely aware of Xiùyīng lightly scolding Pigsy but it all melted away as he took his first bite.

"Oi! What did I say about getting tears in the broth!"

He couldn't even slow down long enough to savour it, just shuffled it into his mouth as fast as he could as waterfalls ran down his face.

Xiùyīng helped MK up onto the stool beside him before taking the seat on the kid's other side so they could both tuck into their own special bowls.

Xiùyīng muttered something about too much soy sauce but it was drowned out by MK's happy humming.

When he was finished he looked Pigsy straight in the eye, "Pigsy. That was the greatest thing I've ever eaten."

Trying to hide how pleased he was, Pigsy picked up his empty bowl, "That'll be your way of saying you want more then."

This time, he took the time to savour the food and Pigsy was practically glowing as he waxed poetry about every aspect of it, backed up by MK's enthusiastic nodding and his simple, but heartfelt, compliments like, "It's really tasty!", "It's so shiny!" and, "Even the vegetables are yummy!"

That had, of course, prompted some light-hearted arguing about vegetables but if anything it only added to the enjoyment of the meal.

Eventually, Xiùyīng wisped MK away to clean him up and he got some final congratulations as they left.

His eyes caught on the card MK had made him lying a safe distance away from the splash zone and he picked it up with a smile as he admired it, "What a sweet kid. And he's getting really good with his characters."

Pigsy coughed, "Well, he may have had some help with them."

He laughed quietly, quite charmed that this card had been a collaborative effort, "Well, that doesn't change how much I appreciate it."

Pigsy turned away with a grunt to do some dishes, "Yeah, well, you can show that appreciation by making sure to still come by and visit him. I don't think it's quite clicked that you not having homework means that you'll be round less. He's going to miss you."

He smiled as he propped his cheek against his hand.

MK's going to miss me, huh?

Out loud he said, "I'll be picking up more shifts at the museum soon but I'll still be here at least couple times a week. You know I need my fix."

Pigsy huffed, "You better be." He then turned and pointed a wet wooden spoon at him threateningly, "And I better not hear that you've been sneaking off to have lunch at that noodle shop around the corner from your work - that place is a disgrace!"

It definitely did the job if you were just in the mood for some cheap, greasy food though but still he put a hand on his heart, "I have a stomach of integrity. I would never betray you like that."

Pigsy clearly didn't believe him but he let it go and returned to his dishes before asking, "Uh-huh. You doing anything to celebrate finishing uni then?"

He nodded, "A couple of us are going out for drinks tonight. Nothing too crazy planned but everyone is desperate to cut loose after a month of pure stress."

Pigsy glanced over his shoulder, "You wanting to take something away for later then?"

Coming home drunk to Pigsy's noodles sounded like heaven on earth so he grinned, "Can you double it? Mǐnyǒng is coming out too."

Pigsy nodded and started throwing something together as he commented, "I'll make him his favourite - he deserves it for keeping you out of trouble."

He huffed, "Since when do I get into any trouble?"

Pigsy raised an eyebrow and Tang hastened to clarify, "Drunken troubles! Not weird luck trouble! I'm a perfectly sensible drunk!"

And it was mostly true! While alcohol generally robbed him of his ability to shut up, he didn't tend to lose his filter or feel the need to do anything stupid. If anything, Mǐnyǒng was the more likely of the two of them to get into trouble - very easily persuaded into doing dares and challenges when drunk.

Pigsy looked doubtful and Tang responded, "What do you know anyway! You've never even seen me drunk!"

Pigsy scoffed, "And I'm more than happy to keep it that way. Drinking isn't my thing."

A little surprised, he asked, "What? Like at all?"

He wasn't a huge drinker himself but he did enjoy going out now and then and he thought it was sort of a shame if Pigsy didn't drink at all - it might have been fun to go out together sometime.

Pigsy shrugged and he continued to question, "How come?"

With forced nonchalance, Pigsy responded with his back turned, "My mā drank enough for both of us."

A little thrown by his explanation, he awkwardly got out, "O-oh... Uh, yeah. I guess that could put you off..."

By the rising tension he could see in Pigsy's shoulders, he thought that he might have regretted being so honest but he knew better than to pry and tried to move the conversation on, "Guess that means you wouldn't want to go out sometime, huh? Ah, well. Probably makes you better role model for MK anyway. Oh! Which reminds me! I still owe you that museum tour!"

Pigsy turned to look at him, a little bewildered, "How did that remind you of the museum?"

He'd really just been scrambling for the first safe topic he could think of but he tried to retrospectively apply some logic, "Well, it's a fun day out and we said we'd arrange something when I finally finished my coursework."

Pigsy eyed him oddly before letting it slide, "Right... Well about that. If he'll like it as much as you think he will I'm thinking I might save it as a treat or something for him attending his first day of Summer School. Try and make it as positive experience as possible, y'know?"

Without really thinking, he wondered out loud, "Isn't that how they train dogs? Y'know, give them lots of treats for going to the groomers or whatever?"

Pigsy just stared at him for a moment before apparently deciding not to comment, "So what I was getting at is was that the trip to museum is still a couple of months away."

A little confused, he responded, "Y'know, he can go more than once, right? And the exhibits change all the time."

Pigsy muttered something unintelligible before responding, "Yeah, I know but this is just the way I want to play it, alright?"

Sometimes, there was no understanding Pigsy, and there was no reasoning with him either so he just shrugged, "Suit yourself."

They chatted about how MK was getting on preparing for school and about what his plans were for the rest of the week before Pigsy handed him over his food and warned him to stay safe tonight.

He rolled his eyes but promised to drink responsibly all the same.

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Two weeks later, he found himself in his usual seat slumped over the bar as his tears cascaded off the bar to create a small waterfall.

Pigsy had set up a wet floor sign beside him just in time for Xiùyīng and MK arriving back from their trip to the park.

Xiùyīng immediately approached him, "Oh dear, what's happened?"

MK clung to her dress and looked up at him as his eyes welled up with empathetic tears.

Pigsy grunted, "He was dumped."

He sobbed louder in response.

Xiùyīng gasped, a hand coming to her chest, "No! Why? What happened?"

Pigsy translated his incoherent blubbering, "Mǐnyǒng got offered a job in Chéngdū. He's taking it."

Xiùyīng placed a gentle hand on his arm, "Oh, sweetheart."

He wailed, "H-He doesn't even want to try doing long- long-distance!"

To say he was devastated didn't even begin to cover it.

He'd genuinely believed that he and Mǐnyǒng were going to be together for the rest of their lives but Mǐnyǒng wouldn't even entertain the idea of having a long-distance relationship for the year it would take for Tang to finish his masters and then come and join him in Chéngdū.

Did he want to move to Chéngdū? No. But upon receiving the bad news, he'd been severely tempted just to ditch his plans to do a masters just so they could stay together.

His mother had swiftly nipped that idea in the bud however.

Because, of course, she had been the first person he'd called.

Unfortunately, his least favourite older brother also happened to have be visiting when his snotty face had appeared on his mother's phone and he'd zero sympathy to his plight.

"Oh no, māma! Your gay wedding!"

She'd slapped his arm and sent him away before giving him her full attention, "Oh, Tangy. Tell mamā everything."

She'd been exceptionally sympathetic but hadn't minced words when she told him that no man was worth abandoning your education for. No man was ever worth sacrificing anything for.

Unless it was one of her sons, of course, then that was a different story.

He'd no longer been bawling his eyes out by the end of the conversation but he had sniffled an apology about not giving her the gay wedding she wanted. She had shushed him, "Oh, don't you worry about that. You'll find another man and I'll get my wedding yet." She raised her voice, "It's your brother that I'm worried is never going to get married!"

Almost immediately after that call, his other, much more likeable brothers, had messaged him with their condolences. His eldest brother showing he cared by threatening to fly to out and do serious bodily harm if he dropped out of uni for some guy.

Arguments that Mǐnyǒng wasn't just "some guy" and was, in fact, the love of his life were not entertained.

After that, obviously, the next person he had to tell was Pigsy and he'd been crying at the kitchen bar since he'd got here.

Pigsy did not have his mother's gentle way with words and wasn't really in the habit of lying just to make him feel better. And so he refused to tell him what he wanted to hear and agree with him that Mǐnyǒng was going to realise his mistake and change his mind.

He didn't care how unlikely it might be, he was nowhere near ready to accept the truth.

Not when he still had another couple of weeks of living together with Mǐnyǒng to convince him to give a long-distance relationship a shot.

At least, Xiùyīng was better than her grandson when it came to this sort of stuff, even if all she was offering was the generic platitudes of "You'll find someone better." Or "You were too good for him anyway."

Poor MK had no idea what was going on but he was very upset by the fact that Tang was upset and eventually Pigsy had picked him up and taken him upstairs to try and explain the situation and calm him down while Xiùyīng stayed to try and comfort him.

He'd just about pulled himself together by the time the restaurant had opened but he couldn't shake the depressed funk that had taken over him - not even Pigsy's cooking could cheer him up.

And he could tell the way he miserably picked at his food was what really alarmed Pigsy more than anything.

But how could he enjoy anything when perfection personified was about to walk out of his life? How was he ever going to find anyone remotely like Mǐnyǒng?

What if he was doomed to be single forever and he never found love again?

Because as wonderful as his mother liked to tell him he was, he knew he was high maintenance. And he was suddenly ruminating on whether he was the problem and this had been a long time coming. What if Mǐnyǒng had just been waiting for the chance to dump him without hurting his feelings because he was nice like that?

Over the coming weeks Mǐnyǒng would do his best to convince him that wasn't the case at all and that it was all because they were young and had different ambitions and that he didn't want either of them to miss out on opportunities and blah, blah, blah.

It didn't stop the heart ache and it didn't stop his erratic mood swings either.

Pigsy had taken a very tough love approach to it all, enduring his emotional tirade but only offering him cold, hard facts in return. Sourly, he thought it was because Pigsy didn't understand the pain of heart break. Xiùyīng had complained hundreds of times over the years about her grandson's non-existent love life, after all. So what did he know about what he was going through?

In sharp contrast, MK was very empathetic to his mood even if he didn't seem to really understand what had happened still. But he could often be found sat as closely to Tang as he could get away with at the bar, drawing things and offering him various toys to try and cheer him up.

He really wished he would stop and just leave him to his abject misery but he didn't need Pigsy's warning glares to tell him that rebuffing MK's efforts would end badly for him.

Xiùyīng was somewhere in the middle of the two, although she, very unhelpfully, kept mentioning a friend's son or the nice man that always stopped by on a Friday evening for takeout. I mean, could she at least wait until Mǐnyǒng had actually left before trying to set him up with someone new?

But eventually Mǐnyǒng did leave and on top of being depressed about that, he now had the pleasure of experiencing single life for the first time in almost four years and he hated it.

Unfortunately, no-one was particularly impressed with his rebound.

--Chapter End--

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Hard Nights in Haven Springs (Life is Strange: True Colors Fanfic /Teen!Reader [Platonic])

So, working at a record store is actually pretty cool.

Or maybe it's just because you're working with Steph.

Technically, she's your boss, but it's hard not to think of her as more of a big sister.

It's really just a part time thing after school most days, but it's still a real job.

Steph is... somehow both the biggest dork you've ever met and the coolest person in the world.

And even though she maybe doesn't have everything figured out, it's still wild to meet a certified Elder Gay in the wild. She's almost a decade older than you!

A sentence that made Steph pretend to have a heart attack when she heard it the first time.

It was nerve-wracking, coming up with the nerve to come out to your family, but she was there for you, winking as she slipped you one of her collection of old goofy Pride pins.

And you get to hear her silly radio show as she tries to educate you and "elevate your taste in music."

Occasionally, you'll get to pick a record to play and listen to her playfully roast or praise your choice on air.

"And please, kind listeners, don't judge too harshly on our next track. My new young apprentice has chosen it, and sadly he's not up to date on the latest in third-wave indie alt soft-rock."

She'll commiserate with your high-school issues, reminiscing on when those were the biggest of her own problems.

Sometimes she even trusts you to man the store while she takes a little time for a clandestine drum practice - well... as clandestine as drums can be, that is.

It's just another day, and you come in for work, dumping your bag in the back room.

Steph waves from the booth, and you nod back, glancing at the optimistically set out plush mouse toy. Honestly, who knows how many hours Steph has spent trying to get the devil cat to start liking her?

"Hey, kiddo." Steph winces as she says it - she thinks it makes her sound "old" to refer to you as such, but it just rolls off the tongue so well. "Not a big day today. Just check the new arrivals to see if any held orders came in, and call for pickups."

"Thanks, Steph."

It's a pretty cushy job. Steph's not a stickler: you can be on your phone (as long as customers don't see), do your homework, and chill as long as you finish up some of the chores on the daily list Steph puts out for herself and you. Most of the time it's sweeping up and restocking shelves.

"So. I hear the dance is comin up." Steph points out, coming out of the booth for a break as you finish stocking the New Arrivals. She rolls her eyes playfully at the pop music record you have displayed up front.

"Yeah. It is." you say, looking away.

"Get invited?"

"Uh..."

She nods. "Rough, bud. Have you asked anyone?"

"Uh, not yet?"

"I get it. Sending out the vibes, right? Or did you want me to ask on air?"

"No!" you yelp, and she giggles.

"God, I'm not that evil! Lemme guess, a crush, right?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." you say softly. She backs off.

She squeezes your shoulder gently. "Hey, I'm here anytime."

"You gonna roll that d20 for my future?"

"Maybe. But you always get advantage."

You smile softly and let her get back to work.

After a few hours, you've finished some homework and all your chores - even got some people to come in to pickup their held orders. But you're still not feeling great, even though Steph is on FIRE in the booth.

So... what the hell.

You pick up your phone and call the station's number.

"Hello, caller, you're on with KRCT. Ready to face your fate?"

"Hi, I'm, uh... having a tough time right now, and I could use some advice."

You see her stiffen, and recognize your voice, turning to look at you through the glass. You nod, and she nods back.

"Of course, caller. That's... what I'm here for."

"I'm... I really like this boy. But I'm afraid that... that if I ask him out to the dance, it's not gonna end well. How's the future looking?"

"Well... I'll just consult the cosmos."

Steph stands, then looks at you. She narrows her eyes and motions for you to turn around.

You chuckle and do so, glancing over your shoulder to see her roll the d20 and wince.

"Not good?"

"I... look, ki- caller. I'm not gonna lie to you. I'm a real psychic, not a paid service." she jokes for the audience, but she looks at you. "You ask him out. He doesn't know who you are."

Your heart stutters, a pang of sadness striking you.

"But you do ask him. And that's something worth fighting for. Because you realize these dances, they're silly little moments you should have, whether you're with someone romantically or not."

"So, you're saying..."

"You go with a bunch of your friends, who also didn't get dates. It starts out as an ironic thing, and then whaddaya know? You're doing the Cupid Shuffle with them, and you have a really great night."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It doesn't go the way you want. But you're gonna grow up and you won't even remember why you went with your friends, just that you did and it was awesome."

"...that's really far in the future."

"I'm a really good psychic."

You look at her, and she offers you a soft smile.

"Thanks, Steph."

"Anytime, kiddo."

She pops out of the booth to give you a hug.

You accept. "I thought you said you were gonna roll with advantage."

"I got a 1, both times." she admits, and you both break out into giggles.

"Hey... I think I liked it just as much."

She nods. "Hey, you wanna get something at Avalanche's for us? My treat."

You grin. "You're on."

"Don't you dare get me the crab rangoon flavor again - I'm still in recovery."

"Weak!"

"No, I have this doctor's note!" She pretends to reach into her flannel and flips you off, grinning.

You wave your hand and head off to pick up some ice cream treats.

The future's looking bright.

[kurinothikari]

OC X CANON

Sanekari/Windflare lol 👅👅 and it’s in the modern au cz why not, Hikari is 19 and Sanemi is 20 (might be a bit ooc, sorry guys 🙁🙁🙁) ps. This isn’t proofread cuz I’m a bum

ᡣ𐭩. “ I need a drink... “

..Which would be reasonable to say since she works in a cafe, but that’s not the kind of drink she was talking about.

Hikari works at Kimetsu Academy as an assistant. Sadly that doesn’t pay enough to be her main source of income, so she works other places part time to pay for her fee’s. Dorms are too expensive though, so she has to drive around a bit.

She would’ve been able to live in her own apartment, but her parents decided to have her learn “ independence “ by making her work for her own flat. Until then? They wouldn’t spend another dime on her in case of emergencies.

She’s been saving, sure, but she’s still broke, and couch surfing isn’t something she’s particularly fond of. Neither is staying in cheap ass hotels.

So that’s why Hikari was zoned out, leaning on the counter while mindlessly scrolling through whatever. The noise in the background was completely blurred out until she felt a hand tap her on the back.

“ Are you trying to get fired? If I was any normal person, I would’ve reported you by now. “ Sanemi’s voice cut through the silence in her head, and she quickly looked over her shoulder.

She couldn’t help but smile. Whenever Sanemi was around, Hikari’s mood was visibly improved. They found his quick retorts and short temper almost endearing, and the way he didn’t care about appealing to people.

She put her phone in her pocket before letting Sanemi have her attention. “ Apologies, mister. I didn’t know you visited here? ”

“ Knock it off with the formalities. “ Sanemi shook his head. Hikari put her forearm on the counter and leaned down to his height. “ What can I get for you? “

As she noted down his surprisingly sweet order, she couldn’t help but try to make some small talk. It was a slow day, so she wasn’t expecting customers for a bit, and she just wanted to know more about him.

“ This cafe is quite far from campus. Are you a regular? “ Hikari put her pen in her pocket. Sanemi obviously looked uninterested, but he decided to talk to her anyway.

“ I guess you could say that. I usually only come here on weekdays to do homework after volunteering, but what about you? Why are you working here of all places? “

Hikari clicked her tongue just at the thought. Thinking about her parents basically kicking her out onto the curb to learn how to ‘be an adult’ pissed her off. “ ..it’s the closest to the hotel I’m staying at. “ she rolled her eyes.

Confused, Sanemi decided to press more into the matter. “ Hotel? You don’t have your own place? “ He looked like he was about to burst out laughing while Hikari lowered her head in shame.

When Sanemi noticed she didn’t even look mad, he composed himself and lowered his tone. “ That’s fuckin’ pathetic. How’d that happen? “

“ my parents are goddamn surgeons. I was a trust fund baby until they decided the best way to teach me how to be mature was to kick me out and leave me with a car. “

Hikari was surprised he was actually listening to her rant, but felt heat rising to her ears when he just made fun of her again.

“ I mean, that’s one way to do it. Makes it funnier for us, anyway! “ Sanemi snickered, earning a certain hand gesture from the woman infront of him.

Before he could say anything else, Hikari walked off to the drink station. Sanemi was lucky she was even willing to make his drink at this point. She was so pissed, she almost pumped too much espresso into his drink and nearly grabbed the salt instead of sugar.

When she was done putting together his order and telling her colleague to take the next customers order, she walked over to the table Sanemi was sitting at.

It took everything in her not to take the damn pastries in her hand and throw it at him, but she just wiped off her apron and placed his stuff down onto the table.

“ A latte and four beignets, yea? “ She put her hands on her hips. Hikari relaxed a bit when Sanemi confirmed she was correct. “ Leave your trash on the counter or give it to another worker, please. “ She pointed towards the edge of the counter, and he nodded.

Just a few moments later, one of her coworkers came up to her with a paper bag in her hand. “ The guy who just left wanted me to give you this. “ She wiped the powdered sugar off of the bag before giving it to Hikari.

It was his number, along with a small note of pity, letting her know that if she needed help with a place to stay, he could stay at his place for a bit since he had an extra room.

“ huh. “ she looked at the note with a spark of surprise in her eye, quickly followed by a pang of guilt in her chest for putting less powdered sugar on his beignets on purpose.

[4klovver]

Morning Coffee

barista!matt x fem!reader

Cute fluff, meetcute, fun little thing, barista mr toothpick ahhhh

a/n: Haiii I hope you like it ive never really wrote anything like this but ya.Its not proofread sorry!! Dont bank on updates bc of school and such but ill try my best. ok bye byebeybe

You walk into the small cafe shivering from the Boston cold, coat zipped all the way too the top and your satchel accompanying your right shoulder. You’ve been in Boston for about two months and haven’t been able to find a good coffee spot, trying cafes all over too see which one sticks. 

Today’s cafe was named “Morning Coffee”. It was a cute little shop, dim lighting cute tables and comfy chairs filled with people working to studying with their different bagels and lattes sprawling the tables. 

You walk up to the counter and are met with a young man who’s a little taller then you and has light eyes. He’s wearing light wash black jeans, with a black sweater whose selves are pushed up to his elbows revealing his tattooed arm. His hair long and slightly covering his eyes. 

“Hi Welcome to Morning Coffee, How may I help you?”. He says this flashing a grin at you. You thought he was cute. You have seen attractive people but something about this guy is different but you can’t put your finger on it. 

“Oh, I’ll just have an iced latte, also do you guys have muffins here?”. You’ve practiced this sentence in your head at least 10 times before you got there but you still come out slightly nervous. 

“Good choice.” He says tapping stuff into the tablet in front of him “And we have blueberry, banana nut, and we just made a batch of cranberry ones in the back.” Sentence paired with the same grin he flashed at you before. 

“Oooo, okay I’ll do a blueberry muffin as well.” You flash him a smile after you pay. Sitting at one of the tables you have a good view of him making your coffee he’s focused and making sure to pay attention to the small details in your coffee. 

After a minute or two he walks over to your table and sets down the cup and plate. The smell of blueberries filling your nose. “Here you are, hope you enjoy!” He says lingering for a moment. “Thank you so much it looks so good.” You start to take a sip of your coffee. A 10/10 latte. 

“Of course you’re welcome.” You weren’t looking at him but you can tell he was smiling with just the way he spoke. He lingered for a moment and you could hear your heartbeat.  

“Uhh I never got your name.” He say looking down at you. That’s when you finally look up at him from your laptop a little confused at why he’s asking. You were just a random customer after all. “Oh it’s y/n!” paired with a voice crack when you said you name. You hoped he didn’t realize how nervous you were talking to people was not your strong suit. 

“Y/n that’s a nice name. My names Matt it was good to meet you.” He says as he goes back to his work station.  You felt your face warm in the slightest as he said your name. As you continue to work you steal glances at him as he works. You look back at him as you are about to leave an flash him a smile. You will definitely be coming back to this place.  

A/n hope you enjoyed now I have to go slave away on homework okay bye byebye

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Cappuccinos and peonies🪻

✨Pairing: Hendery x gn!reader ✨Chapter 3. Hendery panics thinking he's done something wrong to make you avoid him the way you are when he wants nothing more than to talk to you. Kun is done with his shit, Dejun finds it hilarious and Yangyang? Well, he thinks this is so much more entertaining than doing his homework. ✨Genre: Flowershop au x coffeeshop au, romance, fluff, slight angst in future chapters ✨Word Count: 2.6k ✨Tag list: ☀️Authors Note: This chapter was fun to write, it's slightly on the shorter side but I really wanted a chapter with Henderys view on everything that has happened so far. Hope you enjoy this chapter🥰

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Hendery couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was wrong. 

Had he done something?

Had he by accident insulted you and not apologized??

It was eating him up from the inside not knowing. He had noticed how you would avoid him most of the time you were over at the coffee shop or those few times he went over to the flower shop to ask questions he barely got to see you. It was always Ten or Sicheng that spoke to him.

He swore he one time saw Sicheng make a motion for you to hide when he had been spotted entering through the door and his heart had broken at that. He must have done something but he couldn’t figure out what that could have been. If he didn’t know how could he possibly even try to come up to you and try and sort it out. 

He sighed for the tenth time while steaming his tenth cup of milk to put in a latte to go only for him to slightly burn it, again. He groaned loudly when he felt the looming presence of his boss behind him. He knew Kun had been observing him for the past like five minutes since he first sighed and burned the milk and he knew that he could possibly be in for a scolding for making the customer wait for so long.

”If all you’re going to do is sigh and burn the milk and not make the customers coffee properly then go do something else and let me do this.” Kun huffed out trying to keep his irritation in before turning to the customer and apologizing for the fact that she has to wait so long for her coffee. Hendery gladly stepped aside and let Kun take over as he stares at his ten failed attempts to steam the milk for the latte that were placed around the counter. 

”I’m a failure.” He mutters and Kun rolls his eyes next to him as he steam the milk correctly.

”No you’re not but you’re here acting like a kicked puppy, what’s the problem?” He asks before turning to the customer ”Here you go ma’am and take this muffin as an apology from me because of the long wait. It’s on the house.” Kun says with a bright smile and Hendery feels his mood go down even further.

”They’re avoiding me.” He pouts.

”Who?” Kun asks raising an eyebrow at the way Hendery is acting. He never acts this way so for Kun to see his otherwise bright coworker standing there pouting like an upset little kid it does raise some questions. He turns to start cleaning up the coffee station while angling himself so he’s turned towards Hendery and ready to listen to whatever it might be he’s got on his chest.

”Y/n.” 

”Why don’t you just talk to them? Ask whats up?” Kun furrowed his eyebrows at that. You were a bright and kind person, he had met you several times and didn’t think you were someone to just avoid someone without a reason.

”They clearly don’t want to speak to me! They’re avoiding me.” 

”Then talk to Dejun? He sees them every morning and is super friendly with everyone, he might know what’s up. Go over there and let me take over here, I can’t have you burn more milk or make burnt toast here all day. Dejun can probably come up with a solution to your problem.” Kun nudges him towards his best friend who is, once again, chatting up with their customer Yangyang. Both are laughing and smiling brightly.

Hendery begrudgingly trudges over there. Perhaps he can get some help and advice from those two, Yangyang is young and might have more creative solutions than most others and he would have an outsiders perspective while Dejun knew you more personally. Kun seems to be too busy to perhaps even be able to fully help him with his problem anyways. 

Yangyang is the first one who notices him as he gets closer and he’s given a bright smile by the younger boy and a wave. The kid is so bright with his oversized pink hoodie and his blue hat that gives the imagery of cat ears at the top of his head. It suits him well and his playful personality he has come to known over the months.

”Hey Hendery!! What got you in such a mood?? Did you lost a bet again and have to clean the toilets?” He asks laughing as Hendery sighs before shaking his head.

”No.”

”No? Then what got you so upset? You got love problems or something?” 

At the question if he got love problems he splutters denying it because yes he got problems relating to a crush but that couldn’t be counted as love problems, could it?

”I’m curious too, you’re acting as if something really bad has been happening?” Dejun asks and Hendery groans before sitting down on the chair opposite of Yangyang and leaning his head on the table muttering.

”Y/n is avoiding me and I don’t know why. Have I done something? Have I insulted them? I don’t know!!” He sounds absolutely pathetic in his opinion as he whines to his friends about his problem and Dejuns loud laugh is proving that.

”I mean it’s actually not that surprising they’re avoiding you.” Yangyang snorts and Hendery lifts his head quicker than he would have liked at that.

”W-what do you mean by that?!” He’s leaning as close as he possibly can towards the young boy, almost leaning on the entire table as Yangyang leans backwards with an awkward laugh.

”Dude give him some space you’re getting looks from our customers by doing that.” His friend says pushing him back into his chair before sitting down on another chair.

”Sorry Yangyang… I didn’t mean to do that…” He sighs covering his face in embarrassment, he’s really acting so weirdly and he doesn’t fully understand why he does but he oh so desperately wants to know what Yangyang might know in regards to why you might be avoiding him so he can correct whatever wrong he must have done.

”It’s okay man… You must really like them huh if you’re acting this way?”

”Yeah… So umm… what did you mean by that it’s not that surprising that Y/n is avoiding me?” He asks again but this time much quieter looking at the boy across the table with big almost pleading eyes.

”Well considering the first time Y/n and the others came over you were kinda rude to them you know?” Yangyang shrugs his shoulders as if it had been something well known.

”What.” Hendery feels his heart drop to his stomach. 

He had been rude?

”Yeah. You were all like ”Watch it next time” and like you were not looking happy at all, you looked annoyed when they almost slipped.” Yangyang said while imitating the way Hendery had talked to you and his facial expressions during the time and Dejun was sitting to the side nodding along.

”Yeah you weren’t exactly the brightest when you spoke to Y/n that day.”

”What?! No! I didn’t mean to speak to Y/n like that! I was super worried they’d get hurt when they almost slipped like I thought my heart was going to drop into my stomach! That’s why I hurried to catch them! I must have looked like such a douchebag.” He whines as he thinks back to how he was acting sliding further down the chair in despair.

”And then we got a few days ago when Y/n came over all by themself with those flowers.” Yangyang continued as he picked up his phone to presumably search for something he wanted to show Hendery. ”They tried to talk to you about something but you interrupted them, once again looking annoyed, by asking them to move because of the line behind them.” Yangyang shows him a video.

In the video Hendery sees himself and you. His cheeks grows warm at the sight of you in the video but he feels his blood run cold when he realize how you must have perceived his comment about the line. Seeing your shoulders drop and then turn around and thats when the video stops. Hendery sits there in silence not knowing what to do.

”I was annoyed at the queue… I wanted them to leave. I wanted to speak to Y/n uninterrupted. Oh god I’ve ruined my only chance of getting closer to them haven’t I?” He asks looking at the other two at the table. 

Yangyang shrugs as Dejun shakes his head.

”I don’t think so but you gotta clear things up with them you know.” Dejun states looking him straight in the eyes. ”Y/n worries a lot from what they’ve told me and is sometimes prone to overthinking. So if I were you I’d talk to them immediately.” 

”But how can I do that when they avoid me every time I come into the store or when all of them come over here?” He asks

”How about you take my morning shift and I take the closing shift? That way you can see them early in the morning?” Dejun offers kindly with a smile

”What?! No! I can’t do that.” He shakes his head and Dejuns face morphs quicker than he can say no into a are you serious right now kind of look and he hurriedly continues: ”That’s a tradition! Like a sacred one! I can’t possibly come in and ruin that as well! Like I know you love those moments in the morning of chatting with Ten and Y/n and that’s probably something Y/n looks forward to every morning. I can’t take your shift and possibly ruin something they really enjoy when I’ve already messed up this badly, they might never step foot into our shop if I do. So thank you Dejun but no, I gotta figure out something else.” He says before giving a thankful smile to his coworker still glad that Dejun would give up one shift for him to possibly work it out with you.

”I’m giving you honestly probably the best opportunity to see them again and to sort it all out and you’re sitting here telling me no. I really don’t understand you sometimes man. I would have taken that offer in a heartbeat you know.” Dejun says looking incredibly confused as to why he would make things more complicated than they needed to be.

”Well it’s just like I said, it’s a tradition, they enjoy chatting with you every morning, I know because you’re always glowing when I come in for my shift telling me about what happened early in the morning. You got inside jokes and fun memories with them and all I got is that I was rude to them by accident. I just feel like if we were to switch shifts I’d fuck it up again and I don’t want that.” He admitted sitting there feeling slightly vulnerable.

”Well the offer still stand if you weren’t going to figure anything else out. I could sacrifice one morning of not seeing the person I’m kinda interested in for you so you can fix your mess if you were to change your mind.” He opens his mouth to say something more before Kuns voice interrupts him.

”Hey Dejun could you come over here and help me?? Please??” 

”Coming!” He stands up ”Well don’t wallow in your self-pity and despair too much, just go over there and apologize and I don’t know ask for their number or something.” With that he gives Hendery a pat on the back before waltzing his way back to the counter where Kun is working.

Yangyang who has been observing the two is smiling cheekily seemingly finding something funny as he is scribbling something on a piece of paper.

”You know, I’m rooting for you.” 

”What?” 

”Yeah you two would make a cute couple. Way cuter than Y/n and Dejun you know.” 

”C-cute?! Couple?!” Hendery stares at the boy, his mouth hanging open in shock at what he had just said.

”Yeah.” Yangyang is wearing the most shit eating grin Hendery has ever seen and he can’t help but put up his defenses.

”Don’t you have studies to do? Homework or something?”

”I do but this is so much more interesting than doing my homework or working on my essays.” He laughs out loud at Henderys annoyed face. ”Don’t look at me like that! I’m rooting for you! I’m in your corner dude.” 

”So what do you think I should do then?”

”Get them flowers? I’ve been told Y/n is very passionate about them.” Yangyang muses and Hendery notes that down in the back of his head.

”Perhaps I should bake a little I’m sorry I’ve been an accidental asshole treat as well?” He asks seriously leaning a bit closer to Yangyang again.

”Are you a good baker?” He inquires curiously.

”I’m shit at it but it’s the thought that counts right? Or perhaps I should practice really hard so it’s really good and they will know I’m really sincere. They might think I’m trying to poison them if it’s like truly inedible…” Hendery stands up. ”I’m gonna ask which pasty Y/n gets every morning and I’ll learn how to bake that one! Thank you Yangyang!” Hendery rushes to the counter eager to get answers.

”This will be so much fun to observe going down.” Yangyang muses to himself before he begrudgingly turns back to his homework which he has been neglecting for the past two hours he’s been in the cafe.

On the piece of paper are some scribbles that if Hendery had looked closer he would've see that Yangyang had written little hearts around his name and your name with an x in between. 

But perhaps it was best for now that Hendery had avoided that little tidbit or he might have lost it knowing the younger boy was secretly shipping him and his crush together.

”Hey Dejun! My best friend in the whole wide world!!” He slid up quickly to him slinging his arm over his shoulder.

”What do you want know? Wanna change shift like I suggested?”

”Oh no! I just wanna know what their favorite muffin is?”

”Muffin? Why do you gotta know that?”

”I’m baking it as a I’m sorry treat for them.”

That made his friend stop everything he was doing and staring at him with big eyes that looked almost horrified.

”You. Bake?”

”Yes! Me Bake!”

”Hendery i love you with all my heart but you can’t bake to save lives and now you wanna bake the person you wanna apologize to a treat?” He goes to deny that he’s that horrible at it but Kun who had been eavesdropping on the conversation butts in as well.

”Remember the birthday cake you baked to me? Where you had mixed up salt and sugar? Please do not bake again, what if you by accident does that again.”

”Kuuuuun! I won’t do it I promise! I’ll practice until it’s perfect.” He pleads

”They like muffins okay? All sorts, I think they’ve tried every single one we have so far so just pick one and learn to bake it but please do not poison them or I’ll come for you.” Dejun admits with a small glare which quickly morphs into softer eyes when he spots Henderys beaming smile which hadn’t been around for a while.

”I won’t! I promise! I’ll practice until it’s amazing and I’ll get some flowers too so it’s a real good apology! Thank you!” He hugs him tightly before turning around and heading to the muffin section.

He got a very important choice of choosing which one he will make and he can’t shake off the happy feeling of knowing he will hopefully make it all up to you and not fuck something up before or after that again.

[cynicalone94]

She did it. She let him in, let herself have someone else to lean on. But that doesn’t stop her dad from getting drunk and being an ass. And Jay’s being courted by NHL agents which is a lot more complicated than he’d ever expected it to be. Can Jay, Hailey and their friends survive Junior year?

Chapter 23 now available.

Read on AO3 here or below the cut.

Just a few months ago, it had been Jay that was struggling with these feelings of anger.

He’d been angry that she’d been hurt. Angry at Greg Yates for what he’d done to hurt, what he’d wanted to do to her. Angry at her father for not being more supportive afterwards.

Now it’s her turn to be angry.

Angry that he’d been hurt. Angry at Brian Kelton for being so selfish. So greedy. Angry that the police hadn’t protected him better knowing how dangerous the man he was helping them collect evidence against was.

But her anger is drowned out by worry.

Because he’s not okay.

He’s quiet.

Distracted.

He’s still going about his day. Going to school, work, and hockey practice.

But he’s just going through the motions.

Especially when it comes to hockey.

He goes to practice, plays in every game.

Still shows the same skill that had drawn her eye during that first game.

But it’s different. Everything is clean and technically precise but there’s no spark, no flair.

No joy.

It’s like he’s no longer playing out of love of the game but rather to honor a commitment that he’d made to his team.

It breaks her heart.

Jay loves hockey, loves to skate.

He comes to life when he laces up his skates, his eyes lighting up as he steps out on to the ice.

But that’s all gone.

Hockey just reminds him of a lifelong dream that he has to let go of.

Because without an agent, he’ll never make it to the NHL.

And he can’t bring himself to talk to any more agents.

She just wishes she knew what to do to help him.

Unlike her parents, his have taken the police up on the offer of assistance with therapy.

“Hey.” she says softly one day while they’re working on homework, Kim and Adam having made a run to the gas station for some snacks. “How’s therapy?”

He shrugs, not looking at her.

“Not really my thing.” he mutters.

She frowns.

“Jay.”

He looks up but still doesn’t meet her eyes.

“I know you wish you could talk to someone about what happened to you.” he says. “Just… I’m okay. Giving up is disappointing but I’m coming to terms with it. And I don’t have to deal with my dad being unsupportive and accusing the way yours is so I just… I don’t know what the therapist is supposed to tell me.”

“He could help you realize that you don’t have to give up.” she says, reaching for his face.

“How am I supposed to meet with any more agents after what happened?” he says, looking down. “He stuck a gun in my mouth, Hailey. I… I can still feel the metal…”

He trails off, trembling.

Hailey starts.

She hadn’t known that Kelton had done that. Being kidnapped, thrown in the trunk of a car and then threatened was bad enough but… no wonder he’s struggling.

“Hey.” she says, pulling him into her arms. “I didn’t know that he did that. I’m so sorry, babe.”

“I can’t get it out of my head.” he whispers.

She hugs him tightly for another few minutes before pulling back.

“Look at me.” she says quietly.

He finally meets her eyes and she strokes the side of his face.

“I know you’re scared.” she says. “I was terrified after what Greg did to me. I’m still working on it. But talking to male customers, using the work restroom? I wasn’t sure I could ever do that again at first either. You helped me, the school counselor helped me, Kim helped me and I figured out precautions to take, ways that I could feel safer.”

He sets his jaw.

“And Jay.” she says, tilting her head. “My payoff for that is seven bucks an hour. I could find a job that isn’t in customer service and it wouldn’t break my heart. But you… you can’t give up on your dream, babe. It’s killing you.”

He blinks, a single tear running down his cheek and she hugs him again.

“We’ll figure it out together.” she tells him. “Will and your parents will help put together a game plan to maybe vette these agents before you talk to them.”

He nods into her shoulder.

“And Jay.” she says quietly a moment later. “if you’re not going to take it seriously or even attempt to take it seriously, let me know.”

He pulls back and studies her in confusion – and no small amount of fear.

“For real.” she says. “Cause I’m going to need to get a vibrator.”

He stiffens and she strokes her fingers through his hair, kind of regretting the joke now.

“Hey.” she tells him. “I’m here. I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere. But you’re not getting any until you actually talk to your therapist and let him try to help you.”

She smiles at him, trying to convey that she’s (mostly) kidding and he smiles back weakly.

“You’re important to me.” she tells him. “I need you to be okay, Jay. And you’re not right now.”

He sighs, looking down and nodding.

“Okay.” he agrees softly.

[xanasaurusrex]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ athena cabin headcanons ࿐ྂ

ok so this was requested by @bolleyn, i'm not sure why it's not letting me tag you, but this is for you bae!!! (also, as an athena child myself, this was at the top of the list before it was requested) now, without further ado, athena cabin hcs!!!!

so obviously we all know that athena kids are clever

they're smart

but they're not all the same KIND of smart

there are definitely some street smark athena kids

the majority of them are more book smart, but there are definitely some athena kids that lean more towards street smart and what to do in certain situations

like there's always at least one street smart athena kid who knows how to handle social situations better than most of the other athena kids

not to like stereotype them or anything, but there are a good amount of athena kids that just kinda don't understand that when a random guy at the back of a gas station asks you if you want some 'herb' you should probably tell him no

street smart athena kids are also pretty booksmart, but we all have our specialties

athena kids can sometimes get a bad rap from other kids at camp, because they have an acute sense of things that are inevitably going to go wrong

kinda like zeus kids, but they're more aware of it and speak out about it more openly

athena kids are the people that are gonna tell you when you ask if you should do a flip on the rickety-est table known to man while drunk off your ass, they're gonna tell you no, and then after you proceed to do it and break the table and your leg, they're going to look you dead in the eye and say "I told you so"

which, admittedly, can definitely get annoying, but really they just have your best interests at heart and don't want you getting hurt

unfortunately, this comes out in some kinda annoying ways

athena kids also tell the best campfire stories

whenever it's been a kinda hard day, and everyone just needs a fun story to bring the mood up, the first person you look to is an athena kid

they're all very creative, and can come up with something like that on a whim

that's one of the reasons the youngest kids at camp LOVE athena kids

athena kids are also known for their homework help

it's become a little bit of a weird little side hustle for the athena kids

this mostly works for summer homework, but if you send a letter to an athena kid over the summer asking for help on an essay, they'll definitely help you

for the right price

the head camper for the athena cabin run the whole thing basically, and keep track of everything and have a little spreadsheet on their laptops

they keep track of who gets what service, whose a regular customer, things like that

it's honestly a really lucrative business, because having a camp full of dyslexic kids who would do anything to not do their business turns out to be something you could make some money off of

no one really knows who started it, all they know is that it was started sometime in the 90s, and that every head camper for athena cabin has upheld the tradition ever since

gods protect the head camper who decides it's "unethical" or whatever

(ares cabin once tried to declare the homework business unethical because they were jealous that their cabin didn't really have anything they could make money off of)

business transactions occur in both mortal money and golden drachmas, kinda depends on whatever you have more of

going back to party stuff

despite the fact that athena kids are generally against parties (because parties attract the dumbest behavior known to man) but they are pretty good at planning them

it's not all that hard to get an athena kid (or a few athena kids) to help plan a party if you're good at grovelling

they're really good at making guest lists, and then calculating how much food and drinks are required for that amount of people

there's also a good amount of arts and crafts activities available at camp due to the athena kids

athena kids are naturally very crafty and very good at crafting, so there's always a good amount of crafting supplies available at the camp shop

pony beads, yarn, glitter glue

anything you'd ever need to craft, it's there

(this is due to a strike that the athena kids ran sometime during the 90s, it's unclear if this was before or after the homework business first boomed)

basically, athena kids are good people to have around

they have good, level heads on their shoulders, and are good people to go to if you need advice on something

they rarely ever have issues with indecision

so the next time you see an athena kid telling you not to try and swing by your pinky fingers on the monkey bars at a playground at 1 in the morning, maybe listen to them, and give them a pat on the back!

thanks for reading everybody!

[m0e-ru]

tohruest adachiest manager's choice experience as compiled by the tumblr branch moel gas station 2023

helloooo my dearest okyakusan my most wonderful customers whether you have a membership card or just passing by. Here is the manager's choice of how to have the most tohru adachi experience ever 📣📣📣

this post will have a breakdown of the whole diagram with highlights, and my own opinions of each medium stated. Otherwise, here's a summary as a list!!

YES!!

Persona 4 (PS2 2008)

Standalone Drama CD Vol. 3 (scattered cameos)

Manga Adaptation (Sogabe)

adachi jumpscare table

Vol. 10; Chapter 54

Vol. 12

Arena Ultimax; Episode Adachi

Arena Ultimax Manga Adaptation (Rokuro Saito special mention!??)

this is a bit cool too

The Golden Animation

Blu-ray/DVD Vol. 2; Bonus Drama CD: A Sense of Gratitude

Blu-ray/DVD Vol. 4; Bonus Drama CD: Boo ~ I bear a grudge on you ~

The Animation

Standalone Drama CD Vol. 2: You'll understand when you get older

The Golden (PS VITA 2013) (Social Link, new events, etc.)

um

The Golden Animation

Episode 6: See? I told you Yu.

Episode 7: It’s cliché, so what?

Unaired Bonus Episode “Another End Episode”: Thank you Mr. Accomplice

other opinions 

I’ll be linking all available online resources for everything I’ve stated!! If a link is broken or the media is inaccessible, hit me up!! I have my own personal archive.

YES!! segment !! wahoo !!!!! this is where i constantly stuff my nose in whenever i want a good reference on adachis character. AND THEY'RE ALL PERFECT TO ME!! <- about the media

Persona 4 (PS2 2008)

Back to basics everybody!!! Let’s remember who this goofball is from the start. Forget he has a social link and see him be the bumbling fool for plot exposition and the real murderer !!!! Just like how I tell you not to reference the attendant during 3/20, we can put Shadow Adachi’s mannerisms and his influence under literal god aside and try and focus on what that means as symbolism and extra information on Adachi himself!!

Standalone Drama CD Vol. 3

THIS IS A FUN ONE he has scattered cameos throughout the drama and was essentially being dragged around by Dojima.

Basic premise of this volume that it’s sports festival season!! Yasogami’s at it and the IT are participating, as well as Nanako—although she worries that her dad won’t even come to see her and that she wouldn’t even be able to do the family three-legged race.

Adachi’s appearances here are so stupid, he says he was an “elite” then flops trying to help high-schoolers with homework because Naoto’s there. He does his usual begging and whining with Dojima etc etc he also drove Dojima to compete with Nanako after saying the man finished all his reports as fast as possible.

I like this one because it reinforces who Adachi is based mostly from the main game. With the context that fans listening are aware he’s the culprit (or not), they do sprinkle in his “emptiness” (<- no i'm exaggerating it sorry) and bring it to the front of the picture a bit.

Translated Transcript: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/14uOTyzic9Ij9DjN4ZRNBLFTcGe0UF-PvX4qMnqcs2Fk/edit#gid=283104639

Available video link: https://youtu.be/p3yDNbczEqg?t=228 (timestamped to 3:49)

Manga Adaptation (Sogabe)

SOUJI SETA TRUTHER COMING IN STRONG also i just adore Sogabe’s adaptation on the game as a whole. While I am Marie lover#1, this manga did begin in 2008, and I like to think it’s the hypothetical that Marie really was expunged completely OKAY WHERE WAS I

As mentioned, this whole adaptation focuses on the game before Golden was ever a thing. No scooters, no extra events, no nothing. Although, Sogabe did write in a bit of Adachi’s Social Link in a context best suited for Souji.

I like Sogabe's take on Adachi in the manner of how he draws him and writes him as a character. It's not as whimsical or lazy like the anime, and the way he took the downhill spiral of the Hospital arc, from November to December, just actually felt like my emotions were ready in the right places. Surprisingly, in every adaptation, I was really enamored to see how Adachi acted differently in each one.

In the manga, he didn't seem as slack jawed as he did in the game at least. He looked like he was trying so hard to act concerned when he he actually feels guilty for everything going down !!! OR MAYBE NOT !!!!!!!

compared to the game, you can really how much he exudes of being so. plastic. ung kaplastikan. and you're mad not because you're stuck with ps2 limitations of three polygons of an arm waving around, but you're mad that he reeks of faking concern. But also unlike the game, you don't understand what's going on anymore because of the things that have transpired in relation to Adachi's character. Which is Sogabe's adaptation of his Social Link with Souji through having dinner with each other.

and Souji doesn’t know him! They share things with one another that one dinner but otherwise, Adachi’s never rambled on about himself as much as he does in a normal Social Link run. There is a different sort of motive with Souji and he wants to some things wrap things up while everything else is falling apart around him. If there’s a chance to help someone, even if he’s only talked thoroughly once or twice and that the other party’s opened up a single time to him, he’s the boy who wants to get through to people either way. What if Souji’s a bit selfish himself and wants to be in control of things when everything in his life and vision are literally blurring as he breathes? (takes place in november when nanako's hospitalized btw)

I love the lack of intimacy between the two, contrary to what majority of the fan base wants or even BELIEVES. Souji is a kid with a year in Inaba, of course he does a million other things with his time than hang out with an adult that’s some kind of darker version of himself and a representation of a possible bleaker future considering how similar they are. 

As for the specific chapters, I think it’s fulfilling to go through the whole manga from the start. Like, forget everything you know about P4 for a second and experience it as fresh as possible. Then you get to Chapter 54 to see Adachi’s condensed Social Link and get to Volume 12 to see things come together. Sure, I start getting a bit iffy with Volume 13 but I enjoy the parallels between the two, genuinely.

i have more stuff locked and loaded but uhmmm yeah 👍

Available manga link: https://manhuascan.me/manga/persona-4-official 

VISUALIVE (stageplay)

you will never see adachi ever act like a cunt like this ever again. he only does it once because hes gay.

i have made a million essays about this this is the foundation of this gas station itself

Available video links to the only things i’ve subbed ever because they’re the most important ones to this fruit’s development:

https://youtu.be/mWRB1dIgFNE

https://youtu.be/QRps3M9uXiw

or you can watch the whole thing because Masami Itou’s portrayal of him is just delightful: https://youtu.be/7oTpjmeD-mk 

Arena Ultimax; Episode Adachi

hahaha. haha. laughs weakly. haha.

I would kindly ask everybody to do this in Japanese dub but otherwise ehmmm yeah ! Episode Adachy. I do enjoy how they try to elaborate how his personalities are coalescing into a single face as he doesnt have to fake around people anymore. Like the fact that his lame humor is still present and he’ll do stupid voices, which makes you wonder if he was always like this or that it’s something he adopted while acting out the last facade he’s done for over a year—or more. 

HE IS SO FUCKING OPINIONATED AND THINKS HES SO COOL he has SO MUCH PRIDE but also he doesnt at the same time. you think hes a soldier surviving in the idgaf war but hes still dying in the mines he planted and crossfire for multiple reasons. hes simultaneously a teenage girl and a man in his late twenties.

Adachi is totally giving a fuck, not just in a white girl bully “I’m better than everyone” kind of way but like he’s totally giving a fuck about a lot of things. “Oh I gotta stop whatever this god has going down for this city in bumfuck nowhere because the case is going to go around in circles and i’ll never serve jail time in peace” how many times has he turned corners in an alleyway maze just by saying this.

hes literally trembling in his shoes with everything happening in that hour but hes just so good at bottling up emotions from others and HIMSELF. Theres only so much he’ll admit in his own monologue—in his own thoughts. That hes aware of things but he’ll never say it out loud even in his own head i’ll tear him apart with my bare hands <- i am just genuinely annoyed he can do this and not me but i should be grateful that i can express myself than be an emotionally repressed asshole 

He finds kids who are mirrors where he sees himself in. One, a goody two-shoes who has it all, the other an actual brat with a fucked up life from loneliness, isolation, and abuse (a million other things). And he’s not annoyed only because he finds similarities between him and them, but the fact that they’re children and they have at least a decade more than his ass which he spent sulking about with.

He’s mad at Bancho because he has his way from the kindness and generosity of his time he’s spent with others, something Adachi didn’t do; in which he could use his situation with his family and education as an excuse, but he never brings that up because as much as he likes seeing others eat shit and he has his way, Adachi also considers himself a fuckup. can you see this irony. So many chances to get out there and socialize, but he stuck his nose in his studies thinking a good future’s already laid out for him—BUT THE BUBBLE POPPED which is what fucking happens when youre in Japanese economic depression after the bubble economy. and you dont bother to leave your comfort zone either EVEN WHEN YOU DONT NECESSARILY like the things youre doing because it’s the only damn thing you’re used to !!!!

He’s sick of Sho because he’s an oversized 10 year old who’s doing the exact same thing Adachi’s done in the past and Adachi is sick of that. he hates himself. and he’ll hate a kid for acting the same way. He’ll project so much he’ll fix another person’s mistakes not out of pure goodness of his heart, but because he doesnt like himself as a person no matter how much he tries to deflect these thoughts in his own head.

Adachi’ll scoff and nitpick Narukami because he doesn’t want to admit this better version of him is better. That he’s not this other guy, but rather, he’s just himself. He complains and whines about Dojima and even says he “hates him,” but is everyone not aware he’s the second biggest tsundere in this series next to Marie at this point. they are COMPETING for that number one title.

no matter how many times he tries to sever connections for the sake of the other party, those bonds are developed enough for the other party to WANT to tie it back together. he doesnt know how to build bridges, but he doesnt know how to properly burn them either. hes sloppy at everything he does. he is gay.

okay sorry about that im sososo dizzy honestly. where was i. i talked about his issue with his Persona before and how it isnt his Persona a million times on this blog sorry i really everything's spinning right now 'and you're still writing an adachi essay?' hushup

Japanese Bubble Economy: https://www.britannica.com/topic/bubble-economy 

Available Video Link: https://youtu.be/0TkRLCGqT3g 

Arena Ultimax Manga Adaptation (Rokuro Saito)

this is a bit funny. i read it mostly for Sho like. while i do adore it as very beautiful adaptation. when it comes to adachi uhh. hmm. looks around. the rokuro saito effect. he did mementos mission too if you're wondering and what I mean by this.

I mean he did reinforce Adachi getting proper police training and essentially being above average to the top of his classes (krav maga, shooting accuracy, detectivisms, etc.). His humor and mannerisms are also delightful i think personally with the way they're illustrated and essentially visualized. Rokusai has his quirk for drawing everybody really pretty which he does really well for Persona characters, but it also caught me really off guard when he works on adachi like okay! sho breaking his ribs can fix everything itsok.

Available manga link: https://m.manganelo.com/manga-cn116859

OH now this is the section where im a bit iffy with the characterization here but i still like to reference it sometimes

The Golden Animation

Blu-ray/DVD Vol. 2; Bonus Drama CD: A Sense of Gratitude

Adachi doesnt have a big part here he’s literally there to help with the Dojima garden and Narukami plants cabbages for him.

Available Video Link: https://youtu.be/1SNKljdyUcY?t=640 (timestamped to 10:40)

Blu-ray/DVD Vol. 4; Bonus Drama CD: Boo ~ I bear a grudge on you ~

THIS. this, goodness gracious it was so silly. Adachi’s here for a few segments with Dojima in the pub. Detective yaoi if thats what you’re into I guess. He also sounds a bit cheeky here in speaking tone and the scheme he’s pulling to call Naoto to do their job while Dojima’s knocked out on duty.

Available Video Link: https://youtu.be/PasKTZtKx_c?t=720 (timestamped at 12:00)

The Animation

i dont have much to say about the actual anime i dont really watch it, but i respect the Narukami truthers out there. It’s just not for me, nor do I reference it for Adachi at all. why does he look like this

i dont have that much judgement to say if it's good enough to use as reference for Adachi besides it visualizing how much of a goofball he is, I guess I could mention that. I have issues of it depicting lore but otherwise i dont think it's that much different than what the base game pulls besides it different pacing to better fit the animation medium.

Standalone Drama CD Vol. 2: You'll understand when you get older

Not particularly partial with this one because the anime gave Narukami a face, like he’s his own character here. Dojima makes Adachi go to Okina and deliver something because his clown ass forgot to hand it over to the other prefect police who visited within the day. Narukami’s off to go help Ebi stand in line for a makeup promo and Dojima says they can go together. There’s a subplot with the IT where they think Narukami’s being arrested lol so they go follow him throughout the rest of the drama.

Adachi just hangs out with the silly billy that is his boss’ nephew who has so much kindness and generosity that it could get the kid killed one day.

Available Video Playlist Link: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2Wysh6PBhe_jyqxxIcyt_XrW6GcKHRn0 

The Golden (PS VITA 2013)

I scratch my head and wonder what they were going for with Adachi’s Social Link besides the fanservice. I mean thats what they did with akc in royal i guess. <- has my own opinions about this but im closing my mouth.

It feels a bit too… intimate for me? What’s the deal with WANTING to invite him for dinner… without Dojima around either. Like they’re a two in one package for me, you can’t see one without the other most of the time. Like Adachi’s slacking off work while Dojima’s slaving away by himself? I’ve always believed they get off at the same time or something because of the subordinate status.

I did enjoy the Junes segments though, it kind of felt like it was a good placement—if you move things around a bit. Him hiding behind your back while you’re doing groceries so it looks like he’s busy was a bit funny, and him chatting you up while you’re supposed to be busy yourself is also silly if you consider that Bancho himself wants to bail and was just caught into his chismosa and whining. He has enough of a degree of association with you as you’re putting your nose into the murder case and that you’re his boss’ nephew, so that’s kind of why you’re the only few people he can talk to.

(pauses yes or yes ) i also ate ice cream where was I going with this

dont make me talk about the accomplice ending that thing’s pretty corny to me but also unnerving i dont want to think about it alot.

With the way things have gone for Adachi’s new characterization with the added Social Link and the new events for Golden, it personally made me think twice about it all, especially when his TV studio and Shadow self ended up the same. There’s a lot to go about this? (<- deranged) and I will admit that I myself got sucked into the idea that he’s an antagonist and couldn’t truly experience everything right at that point. whoopsie. Then again, looking at it at this point in time after a few years makes me realize yeah maybe this does make a bit of sense! The nature of the fog has changed, which can explain the drastic change in character between Namatame and Adachi. which is an essay for another day I really feel a bit out of it.

The “um” segment. Stuff I dont really like to reference nor put in the pot that makes adachi soup because im really iffy with it and how the writing was taken liberally for the sake of the audience rather than the reinforcement of source material itself.

The Golden Animation

The Adachi centric episodes 6, 7, and the accomplice ending bonus episode lol, as the whole Golden anime was really for Marie and other new Golden add-ons like Okina and scooters and ski trip and etc. 

how do I put this. im really opinionated on this segment it’s okay if you dont take my word for it. I dont like the production quality. The animation is honestly really bad and the artstyle itsnt tasteful with how it’s executed. There’s enough frames of Marie that people looking over my shoulder while I watch would call her Adachi. It really is a boatload of a cashgrab and fanservice that kind of adds new insightful things to the lore but honestly? I don;t trust it. Like the writers forgot what they were writing about and started writing fanfiction of what they originally made.

It did give some insight with Adachi, but I hate how they just made Narukami the way he is for this adaptation. Like the boy does have all the time in world and hes not an overworked high-schooler with so many commitments now he can… make a man dinner and deliver it to him…? I would definitely say “> Adachi doesn't seem to lead a nutritionally balanced life...” and leave it at that, i am not making him dinner i dont have time for that. can someone get this guy a girlfriend please. Don’t get me started how they treated his character development and lore surrounding him overall im sick of it. At least Sogabe made it all look pretty.

anyway here’s the part where i can add my closing thoughts as someone who fills a niche solely because they think and enjoy things so differently than the present majority. I don’t think im mature enough to enjoy things peacefully in a community full of different people but also because im losing the idgaf war myself. I’m glad I can enjoy a media in general and I’m so happy when people can enjoy it with me. (had to stop the cat from clawing on the vacuum he likes the texture apparently) where was I

hold my hand as i go through a hundred coming of age arcs in my life and that one day i wont be as embarrassed as i am now to admit i like tohru adachi as a character and talk about him with a restraint so childish because I dislike how a majority depict him. he’s part of my journey as i learn things about myself as much as mimi but in a more human way because. hes human. or something. one day i can forget his reputation in the community and create all the things i make with pure love that is not fueled by spite to be right and correct. I already know i am right and correct because everyone can enjoy things their own way and find things that they like in one thing that are different from things others like. for now, i will still treat him like an insufferable uncle older brother thing whose arm i periodically chew on until i reach bone and let him carry me back to bed when im tired of being annoyed of him. 

[sukioyakio]

START OF SOMETHING NEW

  POPSTAR!MIGUEL x NERDY!femreader

Summary: basically where reader come to an concert with her best friend to see the spider man’s,then she end up meeting him,and saving or helping his butt out of an situation

Warning:cursing,horrible at describing things,.

AN:umm hell to you guys who are reader this,this is my first time posting my work here,and I just WANTED TO SAY I HOPE YOU enjoyed this,I made my friends read this me,so yea,and helped me with their feedback and any feedback is APPRECIATED,and pls don’t be afraid to comment,anyway I hope you enjoyed this first chapter

words : 2k

she was woken by the sound of her alarm,causing to rub her eyes,and getting up from her comfortable bed,as she look at the  time to see what it was,she realized she was going to late for work,

Reader/y/n-“fuck,fuck,fuck,shit I’m going to be late for work again,ughhh” she says as she runs to the bathroom,take an quick shower,washes her hair,her face and body,then got out of the bathroom,drying herself really quickly,and then she gets dress,hurting herself with the corner of the bed,-“ahhh!shit,ufhh,jezz that shit hurt,oww”,she says while biting her lip,she was done getting dress,she put her shoes,-“should I eat something?nope that will take time”she says to herself,as she runs towards the bathroom,to brush her teeth and do her hair (well trying),her hair was messy and all over the place,as she runs towards the door grabbing her keys and her oversized jacket,and the important things,

She was running towards her work job,passing people,and finally she got to work (she works in coffee shop),she was sweating, “at least I got my exercise for the day”,as she look at her best friend who had her hand tied with work,and with the tons of customers,walking in the back she knew that this was going to be an very much exhausting day.

“So,what do you have for your excuse this time so being late to work,hmm?”-her best friend (let just call her Millie) while she was making the coffee,and the sweet tea,(tbh I was writing what Starbucks employees do😔🤫😭) as she look at her,with an teasing smile,as reader looked at her with playful rolling her eyes,”oh shut it,I just had an extraordinarily long night and woke up late,of study”-she said while finishing up someone coffee,and calling the name of the customer,giving them an fake smile,

as she goes back to her station,as she was making another customer order,as she hear Millie speak-“so your coming with meeeee to the concert Right,your coming right,it like the first time I actually see THE Miguel in person” millie said happily and nudging her arm,as reader mumbles some words under her breath, “Oh yea I’m gonna come with you,I’m so happy to see him and his performance” she try’s not to sound unpleasant,and not annoyed,but it come out sarcastic as fuck,

After the rush hour,of customers coming in,everything went to quiet and only an few customers were there,millie was the first to talk to her,as she walked to where reader was,

Millie knew she would be at one of the table and working on her own homework for her college assignment,as Millie sat next to her since there was nothing to do,as reader looked at her,with an raise eyebrows “yes Millie?what is it” she says with an playful smile and questioning voice,as she put her attention on her,just to see millie with her ionic grin,

”sooooooo,since you are going WITH me,to the concert,can I-“ Millie got interrupted by her “No,nope,nuh nuh,no make up ” she said to her with not wanting an argument with her,”yuh uhhhhh,just onceeeee,I won’t bother you,pleaseee” millie says with an desperate voice and an pout,as reader rolls her eyes 

“Mhmm,how about you ask your ghost friend to come you to the concert,hmm what was his Name Again,OH YEA it Casper”she says in an serious yet sarcastic tone,as she rolls her eyes,as Millie dramatically gasp at her word,and hold her chest with her hand and place where her heart is,” you wouldn’t dare leave me all ALONE in an concert,uhhhh fine I won’t talk about it” millie says defeating as she crossed her arms,”uh huh,good” she says with an chuckle and look at reader  assignment,and her face down In horror,”wait,wait we had homework for Ms Marine,UGRHH” millie says with an deep sigh,as reader look at her and reader said it ok that she can copy her own work 

Then it was the time to get ready for Miguel O’Hara concert,as reader didn’t really care about being fancy or anything she just got her t-shirt and her comfortable pajama pants and her comfortable hoodie,and wash her face,and waited for Millie to pick her up,as she was scroll on her instagram feed,after 10 minutes later,she see an text message saying “IM HERE BITCH LET FUCKING GOOO AND I BOUGHT THE CAR THAT MY DADY GOT ME!!”,she chuckles,and went through the front the door and got her key, her phone,and her wallet,and walked out the door and took the stairs down to Mille car,seeing she that she looked beautiful as always,as she opens the passenger door and sat inside to hear Mille speak “IM SOOO READY TO SEE HIM,OMFG What IF HE SMILE AT ME!but I’m not that delusional!” Mille says happily and smiling,as she drove to the concert,as reader laughed at her stuipdness,she can’t help but smile as well,at seeing her best friend being so happy

Trying to find an Dawn parking spot was  the hardest  getting inside was an absolute mission,with people coming in and out,but we got there,and Millie got to the one of the front row’s,and Millie wouldn’t stop talking about Miguel ohara,or the other members and then after 35 minutes of waiting for the concert to start,the spider Band (MOST creative name ever 😔😌✊)

Lyla:���HELLO Ladies and Gentlemannnnnnn,WHO IS READY FOR THE PERFORMANCE OF YOUR LIFETIME!!!! SAYYY hello to THE SEXIEST Band ever!! THE SPIDER’S!!!”lyla says happily,while holding the mic,she was smiling with such an adorable face,and her walk toward the stage was smooth,she was wearing an white colored suit with flowing yellow floral laced layer  that was strap to her waist of her suit,moving with her body,as she was infront of the stage,she put her hand in the air and positioned her finger in an gun position,and speaker into the mic 

“LET MAKE THIS ONE OF AN HELL OF AN NIGHT!!”lyla says with an smirk and  then she stomped on the floor then the whole stadium goes dark,Millie who was shaking reader the whole time and screaming like the other people around them,reader who thought she would loss her hearing,as she watched Millie screaming from the top of her lung,as she looked at the stage to see the crowd quiet down,as now the band was now there pairs such colorful clothes and designs,as the crowd gets loud as hell,with all of them saying “THE SPIDER BAND!!”,As reader see the light on Lyla and this guy with an sort of punk rock designed with such cool looking pants,and he was wearing makeup,an neon red and green stripes on his face only in the corner of her eyes,as he tap something on his ear,and speak to the crowd “let’m Rock and roll,BABY!!”hobie says with an playful voice,as he played his guitar,then the other band members,including Gwen,miles,Miguel,pavitr,Lyla,Margo,and Jessica (those are the people who are on stage,the other members who are peter b Parker,Ben Riley,Miles.G/Miles42 are in the back stage)

 *Insert any song that you think would fit all of them together,with of them singing*(I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WOULD ALL OF THEM SING TOGETHER,😭😭☠️💀especially with Miguel,Miles,gwen,hobie,Lyla,Jess,pavitr and margo,cuz like I know what role Gwen and hobie would be,cuz of the movie,I for sure know that margo would definitely be an background singer or an lead up singer,but IDK WHAT SONG WOULD THEY SING TOGETHER,but if they were to sing there singles,I know what they would sing😭😭😭)as reader see an tall as hell guy standing there with an fake smile on his face,as he was singing the lyrics,he was wearing an turtleneck with so many accessories on his pants,and he had his hair combed back neatly,he was wearing gloves and sunglasses that put his outfit together,but reader wasn’t even interested in this concert to be honest with herself,she was just interested in the outfit they had on,

AFTER the concert was finished,everyone was leaving and so did she and Millie did,but after finding which car is her and where is it they found it,”come on,I can drive you home,it already late”Millie said gently to reader,as reader”im fine,Millie,it only an few blocks away from here,anyway you need to get some sleep,so you could copy my homework” she says with an calmly voice,but in an tone that Millie knows that no matter what she does she won’t get in,

”fine,I see you later,you better not get kidnapped,cuz I’m going to find who tf dare touch my nerdy friend”Millie says as she get inside the and starts to drive away waving goodbye to reader,

as reader starts to walk away from the stadium that was host inside of the concert,fixing her glasses and she was enjoying her late night walk alone,as she looks up at the moon light,putting her hands in her pjs pants,she was humming to her favorite song,after walking halfway away from the stadium,she hears an crowd of people coming here,their feet steps were coming to were she was,as she was still walking,she and someone bumped into her,as she just stumble an little bit,as she look behind as she see Miguel O’Hara standing there,

as she rolls her eyes,mumbling “ay great now im here with mr hot stuff” she says in an whisper voice she thought that she could only hear,but Miguel heard her,and said “I’m sorry, wait,esperar por favor,can you please hide me from those culo loco fans” he said in an annoyed,yet desperate voice,as he face showing his annoyance,as they could hear the group of people coming towards them,as she waits an little bit,and look at his face,and pushes her glasses,and sighs softly, “fine,I’ll help but when those people leave im leaving”she says with an scuff and take off her hoodie and handed to him,he looks at it and then get more annoyed at her “what now you want me to write an autograph on your hoodie,ah Que maravilloso” he said sarcastically,as he rolls his eyes out,and mumbles some words,reader who looks at him like he was slow, “no dumbass,I’m sorry if you can’t use your popstar brain,to figure out I’m telling you to wear it” she says in an harsh yet sarcastic voice,as she rolls her eye at him,and gave him an fake smile,as Miguel looked at her glasses,and then grab the hoodie and put it on him,she just didn’t care enough about his attitude at the moment and the only thing she cared was going home and not being bothered,”Now what,pequeña señorita”Miguel says in an stern voice,as the footsteps we’re getting louder,”now switch glasses,so it can be believeable,and ruffled your hair mr ohara,and start walking”as he did it and walked forward,as the group of people were the same street as them,and were asking where is Miguel or he couldn’t have gone that far from here,or that maybe one of the members got him,but in the end they left,as reader and Miguel were walking,and heard that they left,reader trip on an someone wallet,”are you seriously that blind without your glasses”Miguel says in his stern voice but his serious act was breaking up ,and chuckles at reader tripping over, “oh shut it mr bad boy wannabe,just give me my glasses and hoodie back and I’m be on my way” she say with an attitude,as she get up from the floor,and try to find where Miguel is,as she feel someone hand on her face taking off the sunglasses,and then put her circles glasses on her face,”there” he says to her,with an serious face,and he takes off the hoodie as well,giving it to her,”thanks” he says to her and walks the other way,”yea,hope…to never see you again” she say calmly and walked her way home,and when she finally got home with no problem,she didn’t care about shower,she was too tired to do anything but sleep on her bed.Meanwhile Miguel was at gas station,he needed to get away from his famous life and just chill,he needed to get away from those annoying flashing lights always on his face or his crew members faces,as he was sitting down by the side of an road eating an snack,as he watched the moon,as he recalled what that girl said “mr bad boy wannabe”as he scoffed at her comment,and rolled his eyes,”what an werid rude girl” as he got up,to only hear the sound of his phone,as he looked it was Lyla saying to come here,so they can go to the hotel,as he call an anyone to pick him up.

[fistfuloflightning]

When they first meet, Dior is bored out of his mind.  He’s got a late shift at the gas station and he’s slumped over his calculus homework on the register. The bell rings and he glances up. Silver-grey eyes slide over him with the ghost of a smile and then past as the man heads towards the coolers in the back.

Dior tries watching him without being obvious. Pale silver ponytail just on the attractive side of shaggy, heavy work boots and a dark t-shirt that only serves to emphasize those shoulders.

“See something you like?” A six-pack thunks onto the register.

Dior swallows sharply. “…Isn’t that what I should be saying?” He freezes. Fuck. He hates retail. Found everything you needed? is what he should say… but even that sounds dirty in his mind. “I—I’ll need to see ID, please,” he says hurriedly to cover his embarrassment. His eyes skitter away from the crooked smile aimed at him and land on the driver’s license held out to him.

That’s how Dior knows his name, and how old he is.

Name: Celegorm Fëanorion. Age: way too old for him.

That’s what Dior tells himself – way too old – the next time he sees Celegorm two days later, watching those long legs as the man passes the register and heads to the coffee.

“A pack of cigs. And I’ll need the receipt.”

“For…”

Celegorm tips his head outside toward a truck at the gas pumps outside.

When Celegorm first actually says something to him, he almost misses it. “… Sorry?” Dior blinks up at him as his fingers fall from the cigarette displays, one pack nearly falling from his shocked grasp.

“Ahh, nothin’.” He’s going for nonchalant but Dior knows what he just heard. And a very casual, almost joking, question about his relationship status is not what he expected.

With the man’s purchases slid across the counter and cash in hand, Dior thinks furiously about his answer. It’s not the first time he’s had a customer come onto him because of his looks. But it is the first time he’s felt himself respond. “I—not really, I don’t get out much,” he finally mutters, fumbling the change.

Those silver eyes watch him carefully, even as he taps a cigarette out from the pack and places it unlit between his lips. “Maybe for the best. Don’t ruin your life for love, kiddo,” he finally says and Dior feels like he got punched.

Thin lips twist in a sneer aimed at the cigarettes. “No need to bother yourself with things that can turn into disgusting habits.”

The comment seems out of place and Dior cocks his head, brows furrowed. The silver-haired man is a puzzle he’s beginning to realize he’d gladly take apart. “Why do you smoke if you don’t enjoy it, then?” Dior asks, blunt in his curiosity.

Celegorm glances slyly sideways at him. “We all have vices. Mine just happen to be the ones that’ll end up killing me.” His gaze lingers slightly longer before he flicks hair from his eyes.

“But you’re not willing to give them up, are you?”

Celegorm laughs, loud and bright. Dior feels it sink through him, mocking but strangely warm. “Nothing gets past you, does it?” He takes his receipt as Dior finishes printing it out and waves it in the air. “Thanks.” Then he’s gone, as swiftly as he came, leaving nothing but a slowly closing door and more questions than answers.

And Dior stares after him, realizing how doomed he is.

[ghostjelliess]

Hi, I have to rant about naming customs (socially, not for baby):

I was just doing some research on naming rites for a paper (specifically, I was looking at common patterns of forming courtesy names in the Tang Dynasty) and I stumbled over an old reddit thread of people trying to wrap their heads around ancient naming customs in relation to a show. They were struggling with it, repeating the same wiki quotes and theories over and over amongst themselves. It was sad, kind of painful to read.

It suddenly struck me that many people have no concept of their time. Like, without any technology, your name was your word, it is evidence used against you if someone doesn't like you, or your only defense against false accusation. Your identity is tied to your name, your name is tied to your station and your heritage, keeping it close to you is a private right, but also a protection. At a certain point in Dutch history (and maybe Germanic? Maybe it's just Frisian....), knowing someone's full name could tell you their entire lineage, because family names were cycled through in a specific order by birth and relation (so you don't have to remember your whole family tree, you can just rotate the names backwards and get grandparents, aunts and uncles, etc.)—but if one of those relatives was ✨Prolemat-ique✨, maybe you don't want anyone knowing you're blood-related, so you go by your quirky nickname that has more to do with what you looked like as a baby or a particularly stand-out trait or skill than an actually shortening of your formal name.

And that's not even mentioning cultural beliefs in curses, supernatural beings, etc. that could steal your identity or life by the power your name, OR of any of the historical records or folktales of identities being stolen by the presentation of a secret formal (usually royal) name. A princess is stripped of her title because her maid stole her name no one else was supposed to know except for royals and married the faraway prince. A lord is executed because a con-artist used his name at a foreign port and tanked his credit. The name of a god is kept secret because it's too powerful, or else uttering it at all is punishable by death. Claiming to be who you are not, whether a god, a lord, or a princess, that basic manipulation, was so much easier and potentially devastating, that it was seen as a social sleight rather than a personal one, an unforgiveable deception. And when travel is difficult and people consist of a census count, their living name, an ID tablet or charm depending on their class, and their grave, it's not so difficult to go to a place where the face that matches the name is unknown....

But maybe we don't read these pieces in our stories anymore because they've become so distant to us. We think of identity theft in the realm of sci-fi hackers and Guy Fawkes masks, and academic accolades as a list of nobel prize winners and scientific theory names. Maybe we only think about Rumpelstiltskin's name as a complicated trick because it's so strange that it's unguessable, rather than a potential way to control him, to force him to abide by the social rules and not take the baby, an illegal deal, because names make you accountable to actions. Aren't they still our primary identity though?

I was getting a little irritated (and also a little arrogant), in my field of thought bubbles that were all colliding, then a new thought hit me: we do still value naming customs, don't we. The more I thought about it, the more I came up with modern examples of us being protective of our names. We have "that's my name, don't wear it out," as if a name can be over-used. We give our heroes and villains epithets and titles tied to heritage and position. We write our names on every evidence of our work, signing our art, our cheques, our homework, our presentation files, our emails, our letters. Rappers and producers tag their songs audibly, and every souvenir shop has cases of junk accessories with a few of the most popular names, and whether yours is commonly present or not is a marker of social identity. We get mad when unfamiliar people call us by nicknames reserved for close family, or when they shorten our names without our consent; we reinvent ourselves, we change our names, we even give ourselves names to match cultures as we migrate, and that's not even mentioning usernames (particularly in context of online gaming, where you physically answer to your username because you are a teammate to strangers). Even though modern American English (MUSE) isn't considered a diglossia, doesn't have consistent honorifics or sociolects (highly debatable) within itself, we generally still culturally recognize a parent calling our Full Name™️ as uh-oh-in-trouble, a formal warning, and depending on where you grew up, the normal reserved response of "yeah/huh/what?" might become a formal callback of "yes sir/ma'am."

So then I was triple struck with epiphanies like BAM🤛BAM🤜BAM 👊

1. People struggle with the concept of foreign/ancient naming habits.

2. This is not because they are stupid. It is because they do not relate ancient or foreign customs to their own experiences (i.e. they do not observe themselves with the same scrutiny as they do others, while simultaneously still exhibiting similar cultural habits).

3. We do still hold ourselves accountable to our names, we are still protective of them and use many throughout our lives, because humans really haven't change all that much in five thousand years.