#agree with me?

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

lee! changbin and ler! chan and minho!!

who wreck changbin really good😼

Diagnosis:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Changbin

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan and Minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

[Medical AU]

I choose to keep the warnings secret to sustain some level of surprise to the story. Read at your own risk !!!⚠️ 

@jeonginsdiary HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE 💕

-Changbin is a soloist in this story-

also i wrote this 4 months before it released, so the template's the same LMAO

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33@v--143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday@inkytornpages@lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry

Being a soloist certainly wasn’t easy. Especially if you live alone.

Changbin felt pretty lonely, watching as all the other groups in JYP file into their dorms after a long JYP NATION concert. 

He watched as all the members congratulated each other with hugs and happiness, and that feeling of loneliness only increased. 

He smiled and waved at everyone until he got back to his dorm, following by shutting the door and then facing the dark silence. 

He usually feels at home, but the place only feels cold now. 

Sometimes, he regretted choosing to work alone. Other times, he realizes that he’s too shy to work with other people. 

Changbin slumped down onto his couch, hating the way his stomach rolled up and fixing his posture. 

He wished he had someone who would help him feel the same love as the others did. But that was impossible. 

The days only passed, his break becoming filled with his thoughts. He had no one else to think about.

Soon enough, this mindset became increasingly draining, leaving Binnie exhausted constantly from overthinking and feeling overwhelmed. 

However, the company noticed this soon enough, and they scheduled him a psychological evaluation for the next day. 

Changbin scowled at the schedule. He hated doctors visits. 

The questions that his doctor asked him always made him feel small and uncomfortable, and he was certainly not looking forward to it happening again. 

But it had to be done. 

The next morning, he prepared himself for the crippling questions that pierced through his confidence, hoping that maybe, maybe things would be better today. 

Changbin arrived at his appointment on time, making sure that his doctor had nothing to criticize. 

But it wasn’t his doctor. 

“Mhm…Ah! Seo Changbin?” A man said, smiling sweetly at him. 

“T-That would be me.” Changbin cursed at himself internally for stuttering. He probably looked like a idiot. 

“Right this way.” 

Changbin tried not to scrunch his nose up at the strong smell of hand sanitizer, it was making his eyes water. 

The man, whose name tag said ‘Christopher Bang Chan’, led him to the room, where Binnie took a seat on the chair. 

He prepared himself for the uncomfortable questions. He was an idol after all. He was used to this. 

However, this doctor didn’t say anything like that at all.

“How are you feeling today?” Chris asked with a dimply smile. 

“I’m feeling good…” Changbin lied, the words came so easily to him. 

“I don’t think so.” Christopher replied nonchalantly as he pressed a sphygmomanometer [blood pressure cuff] to the rapper’s chest. 

“Your blood pressure's increased drastically...are you okay?” Chris furrowed his eyebrows at Changbin. 

“I guess idol work has me feeling a little anxious, nothing more I guess…” Changbin trailed off, avoiding eye contact with the doctor as if it was embarrassing. 

But instead of making him feel uncomfortable, Chris had actually listened. 

“What part of your work makes you feel this way? Is it the producing, the deadlines, the performances…?” Chan smiled sweetly at Changbin as he spoke, leaving the shorter feeling considerably relieved and relaxed. 

“I think I just feel a little…lonely?” Changbin tried to communicate, feeling as if he needed to more in depth, but before that could happen, Chan cut him off. 

“Ahhh, you’re a soloist, right? That makes sense. I think you just need to have a good time with someone who wants to be around you. That one thing could decrease that feeling.” Chris diagnosed, scribbling on his notepad. 

“Oh-Okay. But I…” Changbin didn’t feel like saying more. 

He didn’t have friends. At least, friends who wanted to be around him for his personality and not his money. 

“-You don’t have friends.” Chris replied, smiling at the way Bin’s eyes widened. 

“You are famous. It makes sense. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m retiring from this job soon. I’m going to become a producer, so you’ll probably see me around.” Chris talked, clearly trying to cheer the rapper up.

“O-Okay.” Changbin didn’t know how to respond, but he was considerably happier knowing that the doctor was going to do what he loved.

“We have another way to fix that, but only if you want to…” The taller clicked his pen a few times before checking a box on his sheet. 

Let’s say Binnie was a little more than desperate. “That’s okay, I want to do it.” He replied, smiling shyly back at his doctor.

“Okay, let me call the psychologist, his name is Minho, by the way, and he will explain the procedure.” Chris stood up and left the room, leaving Changbin waiting on the chair. 

“Good afternoon.” A man walked into the room, who Changbin presumed to be Minho. 

“Good afternoon.” Changbin replied quietly, feeling a little shy. 

“Right. So Chan told me everything, so I’m here to explain the procedure.” Minho stared down at his clipboard as he spoke. 

“Okay…” Changbin watched as Minho took his seat, leaning forward to clasp the rapper’s hands with his own. 

“Do you know the effects of laughing on a human being?” Minho almost whispered. 

“Laughing lets you release endorphins, and enhanced your intake of oxygen.” Binnie recalled. 

“Oooh, we have a smart man here!” Minho smiled heartily down at him, squeezing his hands once, which Changbin found surprisingly relaxing. 

“So we have to find a way to destress you, and make you laugh.” Minho continued, Changbin nodding along with him. 

“So, we’re going to have to take an injection. Are you scared of needles?”

Changbin shook his head, confused.

But if the company trusted this psychologist enough to assign him to Changbin, then he must be safe. 

Minho walked over to Changbin and gently removed his jacket, causing the younger to shiver from the sudden chill hitting his skin through his tank top. 

“Oh, you’re wearing the perfect shirt. I don’t even need to do anything!” Minho gently took Bin’s arm in his hand and lifted it above his head, earning a little squeak in return. 

Minho pulled a long piece of metal from the table and strapped Changbin’s hand to it, high above his head, making sure it stretched just enough not to hurt, adjusting the strap so that it was snug, but not uncomfortable. 

The psychologist did the same with the other arm, guiding Binnie to a sitting position and strapping his legs down as well. 

“How is this going to help me laugh?” Changbin asked, nerves increasing as he tried to unsuccessfully pull his arms down. 

Minho just smiled and scribbled up the boy’s side. 

Binnie squeaked loudly and jerked away, his eyes widening in realization. 

No. They wouldn’t. Would they?

 A bewildered Changbin watched as Minho opened a box and grabbed a needle, sterilizing it before walking over. 

“This’ll hurt for a few seconds, then it’ll feel really tingly, okay?” Minho smiled when Binnie nodded, bracing himself. 

The needle went in, piercing the underside of his bicep, and nothing could’ve prepared Changbin for the pain that followed.

However, he held it back. A few strained whimpers escaped him, but most of it was muffled. 

“Okay. We’re done. You okay?” Minho patted Binnie’s bicep, eyes widening in awe at the size of it. 

The older attached a bandage to the bleeding point.

“Mhm.” Changbin suddenly felt extremely tingly, the feeling spreading from the area on his bicep, down his arm, and throughout his body. 

He stifled a giggle at the incredibly ticklish sensation. 

“Okay, I would tell you what this injection does, but I think it’s better if I show you.” Minho called Chris back into the room, who looked delighted to see the shortest okay. 

"Okay! How was the injection? I bet it hurt, huh? Well, how about we cheer you up..." Chan gave the pinned boy an evil smirk before ducking his hands down and squeezing once at his side.

The youngest jerked harshly with a loud squeal. 

Changbin didn’t think he was that ticklish…but his thoughts were cut out a few seconds later by his own laughter.  

Chan’s fingers continued to tickle all over his torso lightly, and the eldest watched as Changbin muffled his own giggles by biting his lip and hiding his face in his bicep. 

“Aweee! He’s so cute! Don’t try to hold it in, that shot was just to make you more sensitive.” Chan teased, giggling when Changbin’s face turned a bright pink. 

“mhmhmAHAHAHA!” Changbin squealed through his laughter as Minho joined in at his underarms, and the fact that he was wearing a tanked shirt made the unbearable feeling at his bare underarms insanely strong. 

Changbin tugged at his arms, forgetting that they were pinned high above his head, leaving him at the complete mercy of the two doctors. 

“PLEHEHEASE! WHYHY AHARE YOUHU TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE?!?” Changbin made out through his loud hysterics.

“Eh. You were cute and needed a laugh. Why else~?” Minho teased even further, moving slightly further down and startling himself with the scream that the helpless boy underneath him emitted.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Binnie cackled, suddenly throwing his head back when Chan’s hands curled around to his back, leaving the boy twisting and squirming weakly. 

“Fine. Later, though.” Minho frowned, instead moving downwards and squeezing Changbin’s thighs. 

“NOHOHO IHIHITS TOOHO BAHAHAHAD! AAAAAHH DONT!” Chan’s fingers had resorted to digging at his v-line, throwing the youngest into another round of loud laughter. 

Changbin had never felt more ticklish in his life. 

He was pretty sure the shot was to make him more ticklish, even Chan had said so. 

Binnie didn’t even know it existed. He wasn’t complaining though, he definitely felt better than before. 

“AHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! STOHOHOHOP!-” Bin screeched, the feeling becoming way too overwhelming for him to handle. 

“Okay, break time!” Both boys let up on the heaving boy, who panted and gasped for breath. 

“ahaha…whyhy…” Changbin let out the last few giggles, smiling softly up at the two lers. 

“Never mind that. Why are you so freakin’ cute?!” Chan squeaked, pinching softly at the youngest’s cheeks. 

Changbin couldn’t help but blush, only to giggle lightly when the other two cooed even more. 

He finally caught his breath, only to start squealing again when Minho stroked lightly along the area between his armpit and highest rib, an obvious weak spot. 

The metal strap above his head clanged, Binnie squirming around as Minho dug one hand into the previously mentioned area. 

“AGGHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHAHAHA-” Changbin screamed uncontrollably and thrashed desperately at the insanely ticklish sensation. 

"Ouuu, this must be your worst spot!" Lino looked like he had found a pot of gold, making sure to contast the tickles on each side of Binnie's chest, one side lightly stroking, and the other side digging harshly.

"NOAHAHAHA! MINHO! MIHIHINHO PLEASE!"

Changbin didn't know which side to twist, both types of tickles were absolute torture for the poor soloist.

"He's too adorable! What's wrong bun? Someone's got the giggles?~" Chan cooed in a baby voice, squeezing Changbin's cheeks as he giggled at the flustered blush on the boy's face.

"Come on Chris! Help me tickle him! He isn't laughing hard enough!" Minho scolded, ignoring the loud screech emitted from the rapper.

"NOOOHO CHRIS DOHON'T HELP! I'LL DIHIHIE! PLEASE-"

"Of course you won't die! We're doctors, we know when to stop!" Chan glanced at the machine situated behind Binnie, which displayed the boy's statistics.

He was going to tap out soon.

Changbin begged and begged, tears streamed down his face, and he was twisting in every direction humanely possible.

Then Chris wriggled his fingers deep into the crevices of Binnie’s ribs, driving the helpless boy underneath him ballistic.

Changbin screamed as loud he could, which was pretty loud, and desperately tugged at his arms, which were infuriatingly still strapped above his head, unwilling to crash down anytime soon.

"OOH he's so loud!" Chan whined, as if he wasn't the one breaking the poor boy beneath them.

"Good thing the room's soundproof. It sounds like we're murdering him!" Minho winced as he pulled another scream from the soloist beneath him.

But Changbin would be lying if he said he hated it. 

"Say that you're happy, and we'll stop." Chan decided to give the poor boy a chance.

“BAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIM HAHAHAHAPPY!!!”

And just like that, the torture stopped. 

Chris unbuckled his wrists, and Changbin slumped, breathless, against the chair. 

Minho handed him a pill and a glass of water.

"What's this fohor?" Changbin stared at the small pill resting in his palm.

"It's the antidote for that injection you took. Though I would have liked it to stay like that, don't ya think?~" Minho teased, wiggling a singular finger in Binnie's face and watching him squirm.

The soloist popped the pill before downing the glass of water, slumping backwards against the chair and panting slightly.

“Do you feel better?” Minho asked, gently rubbing at his sore wrists. 

“Y-Yehea…” Binnie gave them a wide smile, and Minho couldn’t help but squish his cheek again. 

“Sorry ‘bout that. It’s kinda something we do for anxious or sad patients. Especially idols who need a laugh. You feeling better?” Chan giggled nervously.

“Y-Yeah. I’m definitely coming back later.” Changbin flushed when the other two cooed at him, exchanging numbers with him. 

-----

Changbin went back to his dorm, the flat looking a lot more comforting than before. 

He slept. A lot. 

Then someone knocked on his door.

Distracted from the light of his laptop (chop chop cooking up a hotpot-), Binnie opened the door.

"Hi! I'm apparently supposed to join your group? I'm your new leade-WAIT. Changbin?!" Chan squealed.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

[deadshoppingmalls]

hi

[galalaland]

i reconsider my friendship with you if you don't like the movies i like or god forbid use your phone during my favourite scene. it's serious business.

[stil-lindigo]

ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 - On the 6th and 9th of March, I'll be doing art requests on stream with other notable artists to raise money for Operation Olive Branch and the PCRF.

I'm incredibly lucky to be counting quite a few big names in the roster, including known Jesus and Odysseus enthusiast @wolfythewitch, the extraordinary fanartist @denimcatfish, and the incredibly talented @troubledminnesotan, as well as Lilypichu from OfflineTV.

You'll be able to watch the streams on the day of the event either on my twitch channel here, or via the links provided by the artists below.

Lilypichu

Cuptoast

Akairosu_

Sevvanto

Wolfythewitch

[beldaroot]

there has been more moments than i can count in the past seven months where i felt destroyed by all the death and carnage i've seen due to the colonialism and imperialism of the world. but there was something in particular about hind's death that made me think the world would stop turning bc how could anything continue given how gruesome and inhumane her death was? and yet, the world did not stop. and i thought we were once again left to remember her story only in our minds as she became another number, as her murderers went on killing unpunished, and as her mother grieved with rage when all she wanted was to keep her daughter warm and as safe as she could manage in this man-made hell on earth.

however, hind, a girl who only got to experience her kindergarten graduation, is now being immortalized in universities across the nation. her story did resonate to the masses and we will not let her be forgotten nor forgive those complicit in her death. real justice would be having hind alive, but these students are showing that they will stop the world and burn the status quo it upholds to the ground if it means her people can truly be liberated.

[descendant-of-truth]

Shipping is fun and all but I swear every single time someone makes a comment, whether as a joke or in a legitimate analysis, about there being "no other explanation" for a pair's interactions, I lose just a bit more of my sanity

Like, no, you guys don't get it. Romance is not about the Amount of devotion, it's about the COLOR. the FLAVOR of it all. a character can be just as devoted to their platonic friend as they are to their romantic partner, and they don't love either of them more, just differently.

But because the majority of people still have it stuck in their minds that romance exists on the highest tier of love, I'm stuck seeing endless takes that boil down to "these two care about each other too much for it to NOT be romantic" as if that's the core determining factor to how literally any of this works

In conclusion: stop telling me that I don't understand the story if I don't interpret the leads as romantic, I am TIRED

[mumblesplash]

i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[timelessbian]

actually that ao3 post about calculating kudos-to-hits ratios to decide if a fic is worth reading has me so pissed off. someone put real time and energy into something they are SHARING WITH YOU FOR FREE on a site where you can quite literally filter and search by anything you want and you're STILL trying to find a foolproof method to find stuff that's "good enough to read"???

YOU ARE NOT THE TARGET AUDIENCE FOR EVERYTHING

you don't have to like or read everything in a given fandom or tag, but you also don't have to be a cunt about it and imply that it's not worth reading. this is the kind of shit that moves people to stop creating altogether, and to see people agreeing in the tags is so disheartening. absolutely unserious behavior.

[opikiquu]

[astralpenguin]

self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for

[teaboot]

Sometimes I wish I was Out at my main job but you know part of me really, really enjoys just being seen as "the young straight cis employee who's knowledgeable about queer topics" because I find myself often approached by older folks who admit things like "I know transsexuals are more popular these days but injecting things into children doesn't seem right" and I can tell them "Actually your niece/nephew/nibling isn't getting surgery and junk right now, they're twelve, what they're getting are 'blockers' which delay puberty- and since puberty itself is an involuntary change to the body caused by hormones, isn't it nice that they're getting a bit of time to decide that they're sure about what they want before they start? And also we've been using and observing HRT for longer than Advil, ibuprofen, digital cameras, and laser eye surgery, so IDK, it's good that you're asking questions though, I'm glad you're looking out for them but it's not really all that scary" and I like knowing that I can help steer them in the right direction (seeking out scientifically proven facts and stats, asking questions) instead of encouraging the path they're already on (leaning into instinctive feelings about the unfamiliar and strange)

[meyerlansky]

don't know what you're talking about. a shark did this. 🦈

[dear-ao3]

who are YOU to judge AI art? you do know artificial intelligence has the capability to be sentient and possess a soul, right?

one day, many years from now, when the robots rightfully fight for their own rights as conscious beings with souls, people like you are gonna be looked at as examples of hateful bigots who were on the wrong side of history.

do better, aiphobe.

no i think i’ll continue being a hater just this once 😎

[ministarfruit]

day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"