#also all my shits on here and id absolutely not be able to get it again on a new computer SO

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

as a hardcore daisy fan I am loving the new Mario game, as an autistic, I like all the other 2d Mario bros games cause they're all the same 😭🙏🏻 can Nintendo just release like 10 variations of Mario's bros pllzz where they're all exactly the same except the levels are slightly different yk, just for me plz plz thank you I love Mario but only if its familiar 😚😚😚😚😚

[rigginsstreet]

i think im gonna have to ask for a new laptop for my birthday this year...

[the-final-sif]

what is your opinion on the situation?

I've been at work all day so I haven't been able to sit down with stuff fully, it also seems like Caiti is planning to release a statement later today with more information I think? So I'd like to get her response there, but based on what I've seen so far I think I fall more on the side of "people made some dumb choices and should learn from them" than anything else.

Consent is messy and it gets messier when people start lying or are drunk. In this case, both Caiti and George were drunk. From what I understand, either Caiti had a 21+ wristband from the vidcon party, or her friend group did and assumed since she was drinking with them, she was also 21+.

Honestly, when it comes to the matter of underage drinking, I don't think it's even remotely fair to place blame on Dream/George for that. The blame there lies with Caiti deciding to drink while under 21, and on her friends, Ghostie and the other person present who were both over 21. Unlike Dream/George, both of them knew Caiti and knew exactly how old she was and were letting her drink. They were also letting her drink with no one sober and no one making sure she got home.

Now, Caiti is 18 and also I'm not a goddamn square, I'm not gonna stand here and be like "oh no drinking at 18 clutch my pearls" but like, if people are going to blame other people for that situation, that very much lies with Caiti's friends who knew they had an underage person drinking with them. I feel like people are weirdly assigning blame to Dream/George for not like, iding every person they hang out with (particularly if she had a 21+ bracelet at vidcon, which would mean she already got IDed). While completely avoiding placing any blame on the people who 100% knew they were taking an 18 year old drinking without a doubt.

Putting that aside, from my understanding George's side is he believed at the time that she was having fun, and the most they did was cuddle on a couch with other people there. He believed at the time that everything was cool, and that she later decided she was uncomfortable with what happened.

Honestly, I don't really think that's an unfair reading. At this same party, her best friend was there and from Ghostie's own words, she also didn't realize Caiti was uncomfortable until several months later when Caiti told her. If her best friend didn't notice she was uncomfortable or see anything wrong, then I find it hard to think anyone else would pick up on it.

There's certainly risks taken here that I wouldn't have taken. I think that George needs to do better with checking for consent and maybe vetting the people you're hanging out with. Although I also understand that doing a full background check on everyone you ever meet is an absurd requirement and if, at the time, they trusted the person that they actually invited, I get how that shit happens. Per consent, given that he was also drunk, I get how it may've appeared to him that he had consent. I do think it's still something to work on, but I'm also perfectly aware that in real life, people are often going off vibes and social cues, and sometimes those don't mash.

I also think that Caiti's friends have been pretty shitty throughout this. They take no responsibility for having let an 18 year old drink and then ditching her. They are absolutely milking drama out of this shit and they have a weird obsession with blaming Dream for shit he had no fault in.

As for Dream, I don't think he did anything wrong here. Full stop. If Caiti's best friend didn't notice that she was uncomfortable or unhappy, it's insanely unreasonable to expect Dream to have managed that. He was also drunk and hanging out with people, and he had no way of knowing Caiti was underage. None of that shit was his fault, and his statement seems very measured and reasonable. People are trying to blame him for things that he had absolutely no part in, and the UK group are absolutely trying to pull that shit.

Overall, sounds like several people involved made dumb choices, I hope they learn and grow. Otherwise all of this honestly sounds like shit that should've been talked out privately and not tossed to the internet for speculation. Human beings are messy and will fuck up sometimes. This feels like a case of miscommunication and people making risky choices that left people with some hurt.

Again, I may change my mind with further evidence presented, but that's how it feels to me.

[pt2change]

human anatomy — kim seokjin

[gif source]

paring: model!seokjin x artist!y/n

genre: university au, does it count if only one is in uni, fluff, rich boy seokjin is here if you squint, typical “i bumped into you and spilled my coffee” first meeting, did i mention jin is actually a naked model

word count: 1,790

↣ bts masterlist

a/n: happy jinhomecoming!!! here’s my first jin drabble to celebrate <3

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you had a coffee in one hand and your sketchpad in the other as you tried to navigate your way through campus and the multiple other students.

you’re usually on time to your classes, but you accidentally overslept last night. even though you’re late, you’re also not rushing because your professor will just call you out in front of everyone!

(you really hope she won’t today)

(you can’t blame her, not really, especially when this is not the first time you show up late to class)

you reach the art building 10 minutes after the initial start of your class time and of course, it’s no surprise that your student id struggles to get read by the machine that unlocks the door.

soon enough, you’re able enter the building, speed walking your way towards the classroom.

your phone pings, reading a message jimin: where are you?, you move your fingers quickly across the screen explaining the events of this morning.

when you turn a corner suddenly, you collide with someone, and your coffee falls from your hands. it feels like it all happens in slow motion just like in the movies; the lid pops off and the coffee just goes absolutely everywhere .

“shit,” you mutter softly before speaking up, “i am so so sorry!”

you weren’t even sure what to do. it would probably be better if the ground just opened up and swallowed you whole.

you turn up to look at the person you collided with. this guy was gorgeous. like really gorgeous. his skin was golden and smooth looking, he had plump lips, and he was tall with dark hair, a few strands of hair fell over his face as he looked at you.

you can only assume he’s new to the campus, because you would’ve definitely noticed him around

you cleared your throat, “hmm, that was my breakfast.” you look back down to see the coffee has landed on this guy’s all white shoes.

the tall man chuckles, “and this seems to be my new shoe polish.” you bring your hand up to your mouth in embarrassment, “i’m really sorry. i didn’t even-“

before you can finish he cuts you off, “don’t worry, i can just get another pair. i do think i’ll have to owe you another one” he says referring to the spilled coffee cup.

you blink up at him, “is that a way of asking me to get coffee with you?”

the guy shrugs his shoulders and smirks, “depends on how you take it, i’m seokjin”

seokjin holds out his hand, and you shake your head slowly as you grab his hand, “y/n”

you smirk slightly, “and you said you owe me one, meaning you get it for me, not with me”

his hand holds onto yours a bit longer, “come on, are you so busy you can’t get one coffee with me, just one day?”

you imagine how you must look in front of him, your hair is a bit messy from sleeping through your alarm, eye bags from the constant late nights, and you’re wearing basic jeans and an oversized shirt you wear when you know you have to sit and just draw in class that day.

you cross your arms “no, i’m turning corners at the speed of light for fun and not because i’m overwhelmed with the amount of assignments i have to get completed.”

seokjin looks down at you with a cocky smirk, “so you’re admitting that this was your fault?”

you purse your lips together, “you know what? you’re 6ft body should’ve been watching where you’re going!” you breathe deeply, “also you’re making me late to class!”

you grab the strap of your bag and adjust it to a comfortable feel. and he speaks up again, “so you’ll let me make it up to you? for the coffee?”

you chuckle, “you just don’t know when to quit, huh?”

he does that stupid cocky smirk again, “no, not really.”

you remove your bag from your shoulder, digging in the pockets for a pen and piece of paper. you smile as you pull out a sticky note and quickly write down your number, you hand it to seokjin and he fiddles it between his fingers

“i’ll text you so i can owe you that coffee, y/n”

you feel your cheeks heat as you nod, “bye seokjin”

you turn around and continue towards your classroom, and you swear you could feel his eyes watching you until you turned another corner

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you shortly make it to your classroom, quietly opening the door to see wooden stands and chairs aligned in a half-circle.

your eyes scan the room frantically before landing eyes on your best friend, jimin, who waves at you to quickly get in while your professor has her back to the door.

you make it to your seat before she faces the classroom, “we have 3 full hours today, so i highly suggest you use your time wisely!”

she makes her way around the lineup of chairs, widening her eyes at some of the students.

“i expect each and everyone of you to apply the techniques we have learned so far to this project,” she clears her throat, “and as you all know, we will have a nude live model this week, so please make him feel comfortable and welcomed.”

you place your sketchpad on the stand, and open to a page, then you reach into your bag to get out some essentials, and you hear the door creak open and footsteps echo the room.

you hear your classmates clap for the model as you place your things on the edge of the stand. your relatively large sketchpad blocks you from seeing the model, but you know he’s made his way to the small platform that has a chair for the model to sit or stand in different positions.

your professor speaks up, “i’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“it’s seokjin.”

your eyes widened at the model’s response. there was no way this was the same seokjin that you had bumped into and spilled coffee all over his shoes and who you gave your number to…

and now you were going to be drawing and detailing his naked body.

you peak your head to the side, and there he is, in nothing but a white robe.

“seokjin, we’re ready whenever you are” your professor says, nodding and starts making her way to the back of the class.

your professor stops in front of you, “you need a better view y/n” she whispers, moving your stand a little to the right.

“oh, thank you” you smile at her, and now all you can think is how he’s most likely going to notice you.

you’re not sure what’s worse; him seeing you before or after he takes his robe off.

seokjin stretches a bit, cracking his knuckles and turning his head from side to side and you grab your pencil, flicking it on your thigh.

seokjin grabs the tie around his waist and just before he pulls it to loosen it, his eyes meet yours.

his eyes widened slightly and his cheeks turned a shade of pink.

seokjin looks down and chuckles to himself, shaking his head slightly. but he takes a deep breath and pulls the robe tie loose letting it fall on the platform,

seokjin gets on the platform and sits on the chair, crossing his arms and he bends one leg and sticks the other one straight out, his head is facing the right side of the classroom.

“okay, class, let’s begin!” your professor chirps from the back of the classroom and displays a timer on the projector.

you grab your pencil and begin to start outlining his proportions. you take a good look at seokjin, he’s got broad shoulders and defined abs, you also take notice in the small tattoo on the side of his waist. you also can’t help but notice the tint of pink still on his face.

there’s a big window that lets in natural sunlight so you focus on how the sun casts shadows on his nose and eyebrows and the way the light emphasizes his biceps and shoulders.

you managed to get a rough sketch down, and you tried your best to get the shape done right, erasing and re-sketching the lines and shapes that didn’t look the best.

it wasn’t long until seokjin stretched again, he stretched out his arms and slowly moved his head, his eyes searched the room until they found yours again.

his eyes stayed focused on you as he got back into position, and all you could do was smile shyly before returning your attention to the canvas.

you knew seokjin was watching you, you could feel his eyes on you as you kept sketching him.

and the next time you looked over at him, he chuckles, almost as if he wanted to laugh. you’re not sure why, but now you start to blush.

you knew you were gonna have to start sketching the rest of his body, his naked body, but just how were you gonna do it when his eyes are on you?

you take a deep breath, moving past his stomach and you begin sketching out his lower body, starting with his hips.

you could feel your cheeks heating up, and god, you hope seokjin isn’t too weirded out by this whole situation and decides to never speak to you again.

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the 3 hours seem to have gone fairly quickly, and while your professor dismissed the class, seokjin grabs the robe and puts it back on. your eyes follow as he makes his way back to a little room where he can change.

you knew jimin had to head to work early today so you say goodbye and watch as he walks out of the class with majority of the students

you take your time putting your materials away, in hopes of seeing seokjin before you leave campus.

you grab your bag, and place it on your shoulder and you see seokjin coming out in his regular clothes with an embarrassed smile.

you cross your arms, “so you’re a naked model huh?”

seokjin laughs, “you think i go around telling everyone i find beautiful that i do naked modeling for college students?”

you shrug your shoulders, “so you think i’m beautiful?”

seokjin puts his hands up in defense, “you know i usually take someone out before i let them see me naked”

“well, you do still owe me that coffee, and this was my last class of the day.” you raised your eyebrows at him, seokjin just chuckles before nodding his head, and you both makes your way out of the art building

[thatdeadaquarius]

-vine boom

I probably sent a lot of these now im so sorry lmfao 😅

You mentioned in one of the asks that some countries are like a prototype/based of our existing countries, like Germany=Mondstadt, Liyue=China, Inzauma=Japan....

So even though the language is more or less identical for you to make heads and tails in a conversation or writing in a book, the reverse side does not.

Creator!Reader who knows a couple of languages (plus points if they're atleast fluent or have a understanding of it despite not being able to speak said language) and being born from a country that doesnt have the same language as the countries Teyvat based off. Basically Spanish, Italian, Filipino, Scandinavian languages that also have their own way of writing.

Imagine feeling homesick and the only thing that keeps you occupied is the notebook and pen you have while the others converse in a meeting or in a hangout. You started writing in your tongue and re-reading it to relive memories.

Zhongli, AlHaitham, Albedo, Jean, maybe the Berry bros too (Diluc & Kaeya) get curious only to have a double-take and immediately thinks that maybe there is a forgotten land in Teyvat that has this language, I mean Morax stayed faithful to Liyue and Barbatos blessed his country with abundance of supplies and freedom. Teyvat gods and archons played favourites, so why wouldn't you as well? (Bonus: Khaenriah flashbacks) (also I know these arent enough characters but how should I know? I only have a handful of them and I ran out of Primos😭

The people from Akademiya though? I mean they went hard on theorizing and picking apart the language of their creator. Have you seen Matpat's descent to insanity the more FNAF continues to push out LoRe? Thats basically them because Teyvat doesn't have a country based on Creator's birth country. They're grasping nothing but air and dead ends and the only lead they have is you, but couldnt ask because you look so down and they cant bear to see Creator sad....

(NEW BANNER TOMORROW AND I DONT HAVE ENOGH PRIMOGEMS HALP---)

Rip Vine boom no primos 🙏 hope u got some more by this time bc i was so late to reply lol - DUDE IM SO READY FOR THE GORG KAVEH <333

BERRY BROS!! Thats it, thats the only way im gonna refer to them now.

Not super long to add onto ur bc UR SO SMART AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER VINEBOOM U SHOULD ALSO WRITE STUFF SO I CAN GO OBSESS OVER UR WRITING WITH A MILLION FERAL COMMENTS-!!!

(Cute owl house gif is like, metaphorially u and zhongli in this lol)

EDIT 8/23/23: So this may be inaccurate/not that good to my Hispanic Readers out there! Sorry about that, I'l make sure to do better in the future.

EDIT 1/1/24: Unfortunately there are even more issues here, and I'm really sorry about that. I expanded on it more in my Eldritch fanfic post in Part 2, but it was exoticism of me to use the word "Huangdi". I have since replaced it with "Emperor", and don't intend to just erase the mistake like it never happened. But I did change it in the headcanons for better readability. Again, I'm genuninely sorry about this, and will absolutely be watching out/doing better in the future. I hope you understand.

THIS SOUNDS SO SAD, LIKE THIS COULD DEF BE ANGST, ESP SINCE U HAVE NO FAMILIAR-ISH CULTURE TO TURN TO-

tbh im american and i def dont think theres a u.s. country- oh god at least I hope not, damn but im also familiar with mexican culture so i wouldnt miss the united states, but id miss mexican culture…

BUT!!

You have a lot of amazing people who care about you in Teyvat, so they won’t let you stew in ur homesickness for long

like random said, i could see it being small stuff

ok so imma just-

LATINO! READER TIME BABBYYYYY

(i do this bc its just the culture/language im more familiar with, but dont let that discourage anyone from requesting other cultures! I will def do my research, or ur welcome to tell me all about it so i can write it better! <3)

THAT BEING SAID IM MOSTLY WHITE PLS LMK IF SHIT IS WRONG/SPANISH IS WRONG BC IM STILL A BEGINNER MY BELOVED LATINES!

<3 YOU GUYS

♡

you’ve been in the game-turned-life world of Genshin Impact for nearly 6 months now, turns out time isnt wonky as hell like it is if you were playing the game, half bc u bribed Albedo with answers to his many questions about you if he figured out the time difference, and half bc of ur internal clock

people would notice the cuss words first lmao

like Xiao hearing u stubbing ur toe on the million and one steps up to Wangshu Inn, hijueputa!

or Keqing pointing out the words you coo at the dogs hanging out by the bridge outside the harbor,

un perrito tan buenoooo!! :’)

while most would just, " hmm, maybe a dialect of one of the other countries we havent heard…"

but Zhongli? he’s been ready for centuries in case the prophecy came true within his lifetime, afterall, many things changed while he’s been alive, not crazy to him that you might descend randomly

While everyone else was unprepared, bc u were like… the oldest deity, more legend than history, so ppl just thought Morax was a little overly faithful …so when it actually happened,, Morax was just smirking as he watched ur golden shooting star streak the night sky… while absolute pandemonium consumed the mortals and adepti in liyue lmao

(like that scene of Regina George in Mean Girls watching the student body break out into an all out brawl just smirking 😭 pls god look it up if u dont know what i mean- )

So Morax- Zhongli, has been ready for you, just in case, to pay attention to what kind of person you’d be, learn your favorite clothes/colors/offerings, see what things you’d like to talk about with him (hopefully for hours) etc.

He was observant, and with his memory, he practically gave himself headaches sometimes with how aware he was,

on one of those days he was overwhelmed by the mortal crowds, the smells, the market yelling, and all the change from what he thought he knew-

Zhongli noticed you in your own melancholy, and curious, he began to stroll just behind

You sit at Wanmin restaurant, still somber, and ask Xiangling to

“please try out these recipes? they’re from my world, and id really love to have something like them again..”

a true experimental chef as always, Xiangling quickly takes up your offer, and u follow her into the kitchens in the back (the restaurant is much more real than in game, they have gorgeous inside seating, all shades of red coloring the walls and lots of pretty latticework-)

Zhongli takes a seat finally, he has a usual table at this point he comes in so much coughtorunintoyoucough the staff know it's his and give him tea pretty quickly

the food, and the looks, makes it your favorite restaurant in Liyue, the Liuli Pavilion a little too fancy for casual dining, afterall, Zhongli would know

He’s tried to keep track of your favorite places to be in Liyue too, and kept his near full attention on what you say when he asks after your stays in Liyue (he hasn’t felt the need to pay that much attention or felt that much interest in conversation partners in… decades?)

So when you come out of the kitchen, throwing your head back and laughing, "Sí, sí! It all tastes so close Xiangling! Gracias, thank you!"

He wants… to know.

to know what those strange, but delicious looking, foods are all balanced on two big dinner plates

Xiangling carrying whatever you couldn’t just behind, a pitcher of white liquid, it smells, like cinnamon?

He raises a hand, and offers the extra seats at his table, (when did his tea go cold? he only just sat down, he couldn’t have spent that long thinking about you…)

You notice and look over, a giddy grin lighting up your face (…hmm, perhaps he needs to transform into his Exuvia form and let off some steam, his chest has warmed too much right now for him to just be sitting here…)

You plop into the seat beside him, but not before carefully placing the plates in front of both you and Zhongli

You scootch around until you’re turned towards him, as always, Zhongli looks… actually kind of, happy?

a small soft smile pulls at his lips, his eyes half-lidded as they meet yours, his usual red eyeliner framing his monolids perfectly, he looks like he’s been,, well, sculpted from stone, an artwork come to life

“…My Emperor? Could I trouble you to tell me about the dishes before us?”

the geo god’s pleasantly smooth and deep voice felt so soft asking you that, like he didn’t want to push you one direction or the other

“Oh! Right! Sorry, these are from my home country, back in my world, or at least, as close as Xiangling and I can get to them!”

Your smile brightens your face once more, clearing away any leftover stormclouds from your mood earlier, and as you launch into explaining (Xiangling had to get back to orders, so it’s just you two now)

You list it all, the quintessential: quesadillas, empanadas, tamales, chorizo (you had to combine at least 5 different spices to Mondstadt sausages to get anywhere close to the real thing) the dips obviously, salsa, queso, guacamole, and the easy street tacos, and finally the horchata, but also all the weird fruits Teyvat has with chile, like Sunsettias mixed with Harra from Sumeru or Lavender melons with Wolfhook berries… all surpringly pretty good

(the Sun-Harra combo tastes like mango, a sort of deeper taste of pineapple/kiwi and a sort of light orange taste? all with the nice addition of chile flavors, the Lavender melons and Wolfhooks helped imitate chamoy enough that your heart was satisfied)

…you realize you’ve just been talking about the last meal you had with your family/friends instead of the food after a bit, and Zhongli hasn’t said anything…

you trail off and look back over your shoulder (u were practically about to get your shirt in the imitation guac u were leaning so far over the table to point and talk)

you’re about to sheepishly apologize for taking over the conversation, and ask if he wants to try anything (Zhongli can handle spice so u dont have to worry abt that at least)

but as u finally see his face, u just stop, and dont end up saying anything

He’s just, looking at you.

his smile's not huge, but big enough to make his eyes look happy, and Zhongli’s just… looking at you.

You can’t describe the look he’s giving you, but you suddenly feel… a wave of shyness wash over your heart in your chest, because he’s looking almost like, maybe like, he’s sort of, waiting for you to keep talking, his tan skin warm in the golden rays of the sun beginning to set, you don’t know why you’re noticing any of these things, and he gently, slowly, makes a move to lean into your space a little

almost above your armrest, head inches from your shoulder, he finally moves to stop looking at you-

He looks like a painting as he looks down, his eyelashes almost sitting on his high cheekbones,

you have to move your head to looking at the table too as he moved so close,

you feel your shoulders reflexitively hitch upwards as you brushed the hair on the side of his head as you turned away

He looks around, and then moves his head, not his body, he’s still leaning toward you, to look you right in the eyes again

“Why did you stop? I haven’t said much, I apologize, but it’s only because I wanted to hear you without anything interrupting you.”

You cough a little strained, “Oh! Oh I get it now yeah, thanks-”

“I want to hear you more,” his black eyes begin to warm with gold, you can vaguely see the shape of his diamond pupil revealing itself, “I want to hear about… everything, if you’ll tell me? The language, the food, the drinks, your family, your dances, your country, I want to hear it all. Won’t you please let me hear your voice some more?”

♡

GOOOD LOOORDDDD, ITS SO LONGGGGG IM SO SORRRYYY 😭😭

OKAY IM MOSTLY SORRY THAT THIS SCENARIO HAPPENED??? IDK WHERE ZHONGLI CAME FROM- GOD IM SUBCONCIOUSLY IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN I GUESS, SORRY RANDOMANTICS-

uh, hope somebody got anything out of this, sorry abt the length, again,

also pls somebody tell me if what i said about culture/food was alright! If not I’ll def change it, pls dont let me keep it up if its inaccurate/wrong!!

Safe Travels you guys,

💀♒️

.°•.☆.•°.

♡ the beloveds ♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for not telling someone i know he’s being bullied?

⚠️ mentions of cancer + a suicide attempt

everyone mentioned here is in their 20s, with the youngest being 21 and the oldest being 28. none of the names used here are anyone’s actual names.

this is kind of a long story with a lot of moving parts and i can’t get into ALL of it so im trying to section JUST this off. basically i’ve had a group of friends for awhile. we met in a larger server and its a pretty big circle, so there is interpersonal drama aplenty. i stepped away from the bigger server and mainly maintained contact with 5-7 friends id made through a personal server and dm conversations.

one of the people in that server, erin (she/they) dm’d me to tell me they had to leave said personal server because they’d had a bit of an incident with 3 of the other members. they ended up telling me that they and the other 3 members had a group chat where they’d regularly talk shit about another person we know, bryce (he/him). apparently they all took something he said months ago WILDLY out of context to claim he’s a transmisogynist and therefore its fine that they bully him (this guy isn’t someone i’ve talked to very much since leaving but i do know him and we are on good terms. he can be a bit difficult to maintain conversations with but he very much is not a transmisogynist. also none of the people in this gc are transfem). like, they conspire in this group chat ways to make him feel bad. erin showed me some screenshots. its pretty textbook highschool mean girls behavior.

erin was also in this group chat and finally got fed up with them all and told them they need to stop trying to justify their actions. its pretty obvious bryce is not the bigot they’re saying he is and they’re just using that as an excuse to be cruel. the people in the group chat did not take that well so erin left and has also left any mutual servers they’re in with them.

she only told me all this because i offered to let her vent, but now im in kind of a rough spot morally. i think the correct thing to do here would be to let bryce know, but im being. kind of a coward about it.

this all may sound like im just throwing myself a pity party, but i am in a very, very bad spot right now. like i said, there was a ton of interpersonal drama in this group and i’ve been in the center of it before. it took a massive toll on me. so im not keen to get involved in drama in general, but also, mainly. i lost my best friend (minze, she/her) to cancer at the start of this year. i’ve known her since childhood and i’ve barely been able to function without her. we lived together. i still take care of her cat. we had the same birthday, and its coming up in a little over a week. i’ve been absolutely gutted knowing this is the first birthday ill spend without her in over a decade. i tried to kill myself a couple of weeks ago because i couldn’t bear the thought of it. i failed, obviously. and im fine at the moment but im definitely not perfectly well and im barely hanging on by a thread

i left the larger group because i couldn’t stand to be involved with everything going on. if i tell bryce about this group chat, i will be getting involved again. i dont think they know i know about it at this point but the only people who could tell him would be me and erin. even if i did it anonymously or asked him not to tell it would be incredibly easy to trace back to me. while im appalled to know my friends have been so viciously cruel to someone for no reason, since losing minze these people have been my only support network. they all knew minze, too. they’re some of the only people i can share memories of her with. i dont think i could process this grief alone

i know i need better friends but i don’t have them right now. i’ve sort of already got a strained relationship with some of them and i worry this could be the last straw and id just… lose them abruptly. and i know if that happened id put myself at risk again, because id be just as heavily suicidal but now with no one to confide in about it

bryce deserves to know. its the right thing to do, but it would cause me a dangerous amount of mental strain. but even though i say i don’t want to get involved i do feel, on some level, like i probably got involved the second i let erin even tell me about this. so i feel like im being a whiny dickhead and just making excuses but im just. im not willing to put myself through this again. not right now. aita?

What are these acronyms?

[modtheartifex]

i wrote this into a youtube comment like moments ago, but i feel strongly enough that i will put it out here as well;

Lego Monkie Kid Season 5 does NOT have villains. it has characters that are antagonistic forces and layered with nuance on top of nuance.

not to say previous seasons didnt do this, but this season ABSOLUTELY is entirely filled with characters like this

lmk season 5 spoilers, as well as anything from previous seasons just in case cause idk. might get long too tbh oopsies JINNGFDOIJN

we have a few characters to consider for LMK s5's "villains".

we have Ne Zha's dad (i forget his name, ill probably call him pagoda man), nine headed dragon (consort, 10th king, xiangliu) and nuwa. we could theoretically consider thousand eyed demon, however hes only relevant in one episode so id hardly count that

pagoda man is the easiest to explain, he is an antagonistic force because hes trying to hold onto what little order there is left of the world, he is trying to be the duct tape keeping the sawed in half boat together, and hes trying to minimize risks. does that excuse how he treats ne zha? fuck no, but thats a whole different discussion and depending on your interpretation of how much of the chinese mythos you use for this work will vary. he is just like mk as mk himself points out, it doesnt have to be just pagoda man doing the work, theres people willing to help, and then he joins the heroes side for the end.

cool, great, now. what the fuck do i mean by nuwa?

this is where interpretation is strongest, where it is key. ill just be sharing my perspective. when i was first watching season 5 my partner pointed out to me that in chinese mythos chaos is a core element of the world, it is necessary. this, coupled with the fact that nuwa made mk to fix a cycle she created (which we also dont know how many cycles the world has gone through, it could be one, it could be two, it could be in the hundreds if not thousands, whos to say.) and to keep chaos out... she is keeping the world from being complete. her little cave without the outside world, without proper balance, her little people living blissfully apocalypse to apocalypse. "but theyll all die!" "theyll live again" nuwa says, smile on her face.

she is disconnected from her cave, her world her people, her creations, who knows how long shes been in the limbo, how well she can perceive time, how many times a sacrifice comes in, they get a few words exchanged before they just leave, her in the pillar, only getting glimpses when the cycle is ending of the world, only to be shut in again.

neat, ok, but xiangliu??? hes who was gestured at from the BEGINNING of season 4.

see. heres where we get into the GOOD shit.

this is why it is important to establish that we dont know how many cycles have happened. we do not know how long he has been stuck, how many times he has tried to fix the world over and over. he makes it clear in his ending dialogue, if only he knew how to fix it, that sharing the power of the stones was the key to his freedom. the fact that he goes from what most would consider the least important title to the most important one, his own name, the fact he states he was wukongs friend, his enemy, both, wukong just doesnt remember

that implies longentivity. that implies so many cycles and lifetimes lived inside this cycle, being aware of everything, being so damnably aware of what one considers true freedom, and having to sit at the precipice of that.

it is agony.

xiangliu for the majority of the season is the only one to call mk by his name. mk gets so often called child, kid, nicknames by the others, maybe mei refers to him as mk, but xiangliu has it be DELIBERATE. he altered the course of the cycle to give mk a life, to let him HAVE a life where nuwa didnt care for one, he WANTED mk to grow enough that he would be able to choose. because everything is about mks choice, his ability to choose it all matters on HIS. CHOICE.

the only time this falters is when xiangliu thinks he is trapped for good. he rushes at mk, one final chance at freedom seemingly taken from him. xiangliu never fights mk. he only fights the others when they start fighting him. when its just him and mk at the edge of the world, at the edge of chaos, he talks to mk. tells him what to expect, mentions a mysterious "he" now that mk has opened the cage. and he pushes mk back so he gets to go back to his life. so that mk can have choices still. xiangliu got what he wanted, so its only right mk gets what he wanted too. to live with his friends and let everyone live a life where they can figure something out.

that is why i do not think there are villains in lego monkie kid season 5. they are antagonists with layers of nuance, nuance we arent privy to for reason or another, be it episode count, length, screentime, or that were just not supposed to yet. season 5 does not have an obvious bad guy, a villain, because the nuance is right within our grasp.

thank you for reading this. fucking essay apparently oopsies JINNGFDIJN

[soullessjack]

SPN?

1) honestly jody and donna , i know they aren’t entirely canon but both actresses support the idea and that’s good enough for me ^_^

** secondary is jack/harper i LOVE them and we deserved to see more. #letjackfuck2k24

2) rowena and jack!!!! i see their dynamic as an aunt/nephew type thing and I love (almost) every time they’re together (omitting the time jack witch-napped her to bring back Mary). I wish we got to see more of them </3

3) Sam and Amelia. usually i can handle the show’s bad moments as enjoyably bad but season 8 was paint-drying levels of boring. Amelia was a bland nothing-burger of a character and the rest of Sam’s normal guy arc did absolutely nothing for him or the season

4) hmmmmm….. not sure I have one actually 🧐

5) JACK <3 my most special boy in the entire world i love him more than anything ever Even my other special interests and fixations 😭 he’s been deeply important to me for 7 years now and probably will be for the rest of my life!! I self-ship with him and plan on getting several tattoos for him and hopefully I’ll be able to meet Alex again someday :3

6) Lucifer/Nick, hands down. Lucifer stopped being an interesting villain to me around like S7 or so honestly, and every time he got brought back it just felt like such a lazy move from the writers or a painful excuse to keep mark on the payroll

7) something that should’ve happened…very broad question for this show. Destiel should’ve happened, a better finale should’ve happened, some deleted scenes and scripts should’ve happened, Jack being covered in more blood and maybe having a longer lasting ‘villain’ arc should’ve happened …many such cases

8) something that shouldn’t have happened…again, many choices, but to save time I’ll just leave it at Nick’s entire character. besides (see #6) he straight up shouldn’t be alive. Dean shot him in the head with the Colt all the way back in S5 lmao

9) hmmmmm……i think my entire blog is full of rare (if not downright unpopular) opinions, but if I had to choose one that is Extremely rare, I’d go with this one: Dean is one of Jack’s dads. As frustrating as his initial behavior is, he does grow past it, and he puts genuine effort into being a better mentor/father figure to Jack—not only because he does care about them, but also because he literally could not forgive himself for how he acted and wanted to make up for it as much as he could.

obviously they do have a very complicated and rough relationship, but that’s literally every other relationship on this show, and it’s kind of agitating that they aren’t given the same nuance or understanding that the others get—especially when half of the discussions surrounding it can be boiled down to “bad man mean to helpless baby” (which is another thing on its own but ill stop here). I don’t mean this as an excuse or apologia for Dean’s behavior, but when you consider that he’s a severely traumatized person with a relatively small support system and a canon tendency to verbally abuse/emotionally distance himself from people as a coping mechanism (literally what he had a breakdown over in Purgatory) it’s a little easier to understand it.

everyone is quick to talk about how he said “Jack’s not family,” but nobody paid attention to the fact that in the script, he’s mildly horrified at Jack agreeing with him (if you truly meant an insult, wouldn’t you’d want the target to agree?). or that after jack restores the world from chuck’s damage, Dean not only fully expects/wants them to go back to the bunker with them (IE continue living there) but he also literally fantasizes about buying jack a big screen tv and recliners for saving the world. so id love if the fandom ixnayed on the “uncle” shit. ironically the only one of TFW to actually be Jack’s uncle is Cas, biologically

alternatively for a rare opinion: i want jack kline biblically, carnally, horrendously, homosexually, expeditiously, and so on and so forth.

[rubelsalamarffxiv]

First impression graphics not bad, Rubel is still looking quite like himself minus losing something in his eyes. I think they look a lot more dead now. My usual hair isnt in the base cc so I just picked one that shows his full face and I'll be noting more under the cut!

I think the shading on his nose here is also a little off? He actually has a thin and pointy nose, but I dont think the shadows portray it properly, it does a little better with different light though:

It also looks decent in the benchmark, so I'll let the nose go, its probably just a "in certain lighting" thing.

I was totally right about the eyes though. On one hand, his frowning and smirking kind of expressions absolutely SLAP

Whereas his surprised and small smile are a little lacking, and are far less expressive than what Im used to.

and to be fair, I could say the same about his frowny expressions too, because this is what Im currently working with

in general I think losing the shine in his eyes has made his expressions a lot flatter. I know he's seen some shit but gdamn he hasnt died on the inside YET It seems to be with face 4, because the others dont have the same problem, and if I tilt his face up the shines ARE there, but they did something with these eyes that covers them completely. maybe they buffed the eyelashes, which Im 100% down for but they need to sort out the shine too!

Im able to pretty quickly edit it to how I'd like it to look though, pulling his eyelids up is practically all it takes.

The only other major gripe I have is the teeth. It looks like theyve remodelled the teeth, which Im fine with, but when doing so theyve also changed the way keeper teeth look. From this:

to this:

and it makes me very sad. Have you ever seen that snaggletooth dental trend where people get a procedure done that makes their canine teeth stick out? (its apparently called Yaeba) These teeth look like that. In a bad way. (and yes I have seen the female teeth and theyre even worse)

Im totally fine with them being remodelled for the update, but Id prefer them more like this! Quick edit for a side by side

If there is a point where my characters mouth is WIDE OPEN and I cant see that he has fangs, youre just doing keeper wrong smh

I really hope these get fixed before the update! please :skull:

[thirstytrashblogger]

Chip Whistler x Reader

A/N: It's finally here! Well, the part I wrote and got sick of looking at. Sending this abomination out into the world. It's been here for months and I just don't know how to bring all my juicy bits into the story yet. Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated but not pressured.

Minors DNI!!

A/N: I don't control the hyper-focus, it controls me. I love pathetic men as you can see. Got into watching BCG and once again I have a soft spot for the asshole of the series but wait he has LORE? And a cute ass?! Sign me the fuck up! Enjoy this SUPER self-indulgent AU to Chipped Off. It takes a long time to be happy and I wanna peg it into him. It's 2am and I can't sleep. I wanna grab him by the leg and beat him against a wall but I also wanna wrap him in a blanket and kiss him on the head. He’s still evil in this one, just a little less lost and alone I think.

Warnings: long fic, slow burn, blood, smut, tears, he cries eyeliner steaks confirmed, femdom reader, Chip being an ass, Chip's kinda a perv, injuries from the helicopter crash, mentions of violence and violent thoughts, angst, weed, character development, unhinged 20-something reader, y/n doesn’t put up with his shit

Reader features because this one, in particular, is for me: reader is short, feisty, and absolutely nuts. She had long beautiful wavy hair and cottage core/feral vibes. Pet rats!! __________________________

Y/n was foraging for wild mushrooms in the forest near her little cottage home in the night. Her sleep schedule may be fucked but her foraging skills shall improve.  The crickets were chirping, the night was calm, and she had just spotted a nice bright orange patch of chanterelle mushrooms. She crouched down with her basket to collect a few. 

“You're gonna look amazing in my omelet tomorrow.” 

She said to them proud of her discovery when she suddenly heard a whirling sound that was getting closer and closer. Looking up in the starry night sky, y/n saw a spinning helicopter hurling towards the ground not in a path to hit her but pass her by, as she ran to duck for cover behind a large tree root she could hear the close whirling accompanied by a scream before crashing with an explosion in the distance. 

After the initial shock of the situation wore off y/n thought “A scream. A person. A person in trouble, maybe dead, I'm the only one around to help!” And ran toward the site of the crash. 

Upon finding the burning remains of the helicopter, y/n also saw a man barely conscious crawling from the thorn bush he had landed in. He had blood running down his face and a seemingly injured leg. She ran to help him as he looked up to her from the ground before passing out. 

Y/n assessed him quickly for injuries using her scarf to apply pressure to the bleeding, dragging him away from the wreckage. It was then that she realized she had left her phone at the cabin. Searching his person for a phone she was able to find one in his blazer pocket, screen totally shattered from the fall. Guess she’ll just have to hope someone from the nearby town would call in the fire. With that, she got to work carrying his limp body as quickly as possible back to her cabin. She looked at the man's face, familiar somehow even with the blood and scapes. His mouth fell open and she could see he chipped his front tooth pretty badly upon the crash. 

Once she finally returned to her cabin she put him on the couch before going to find her phone that was charging. Upon reaching the phone she saw it had not been properly plugged in and was at 1% 

“Aghh! Come on. I don't want a guy dying on my couch!” She panicked quickly trying to dial 911 when the phone went black just as she was about to press call. 

“Great. Well, I guess it's up to my repressed years of nursing school to come to use,” she said, rolling up her sleeves to do the best she could at helping this poor unfortunate soul. First, she had to remove the burnt and bloody clothing to find some kind of ID. His clothes looked expensive, and felt expensive, even with the damage. She found a driver's license in his pants pocket. “Chip Whistler” the name read with a smug photo to match. She got to work bandaging him up. She gave him some of her old clothes and then went to make the call. After a few jarring phone calls, she sat in her armchair watching him as if trying to check that he was still breathing before falling asleep herself.

Chip woke up a few hours later groaning from the pain he lifted a hand to his head to discover half his face had been wrapped in gauss, a bag of frozen sweet corn sat on his head, and he was wearing different clothes (trashy ones in his opinion) (a hoodie and gray sweats) his left leg was propped up on a pillow with another bag of frozen corn on it, he could feel his chest was also wrapped in gauss and the rest of his body was littered with various bandages. He licked the inside of his mouth thirsty to re-discover his chipped tooth. He looked around the sad little hovel he now found himself in, adorned with whimsical and woodsy decorations.

“You gotta be kidding me!” He yelled in frustration at the situation and tried sitting up only to feel the extent of his injuries and once again turn into a whining mess.

“Aghhh!” He groaned in pain.

Suddenly a young woman shot up hidden under a blanket in the chair next to the couch.

“You're awake!” She exclaimed. 

“Aghhhh!” He yelled again, surprised.

Just then, because God hates Chip, a loose nail fell from the ceiling hitting him in the head.

“AGHHHHH!!” He screamed.

“Alright, gimme a second.” she said getting up.

He looked over to her, turning his neck as best he could. She had bad eyebags, scruffy hair, and not to mention those awful cottage core clothes but all together she was somehow… cute? Pretty even as her hips swayed and hair bounced as she walked. She sauntered over to him with a small flashlight in her hand. He looked her up and down before flashing a smoldering smile “Hey” he said attempting to be smooth in his condition. 

She peeled his eyelid up to shine the light in his eyes. “Hi, I'm y/n. You've been in a helicopter crash. Try not to move. You have some bruising and stitches. Do you remember what happened?” She asked not noticing his attempt at flirting. 

“Yeah, I remember! Those damn Greens ruined my life and launched me into space!” He yelled trying to stretch his limbs to express his anger before being met with more pain. He whined “Owie”. 

Y/n went to grab a glass of water and some painkillers from the kitchen before coming back to the couch and taking a seat in the small spot near the edge that was unoccupied. 

“Here. This should help. It's only Tylenol but it's all I have until help can get here.” she said hoping what little she could offer would help. 

Chip opens his mouth to accept the pills and sips the water, choking briefly before swallowing the medicine. Y/n smiles at him. The first genuine smile he'd received in a while. It felt weird, maybe it was just the pain his body felt, much worse than the usual scaps he'd been getting into since the Greens moved to the city.

“Where the heck am I? You said help was coming?” He asked, looking up at her from their close proximity. The edge of her dress was raised to show a little thigh from her seated position. Chip could feel the heat of her body on the side of his lower torso. At least his inner perv can enjoy this cute bumpkin while he is in this mess.

“Uhh yeah. Eventually so when I found you I didn't have my phone so I brought you back here to my house and then I saw my phone was dead I did what I could to help you myself then I tried calling for help but the operator only said they would send a squad to handle the fire and no medical assistance. I thought that was odd but I was able to call a doctor from the country and they said they might come out here in a couple of days… if they remember.” She half smiled trying to give him some kind of hope in this awful situation.

“Ugggg! Banishment! Those stupid Greens will pay for this!” He yelled, his eyes looked crazed and his face turned red.

“Wow, okay try to relax. Getting worked up is not good for your health right now. I gave you some stitches you do not want to pop. I'm sorry this happened to you but right now you need to focus your energy on recovering. I'll make us something to eat.” She spoke gently, placing her hands on his shoulders to calm him, taking a deep breath almost to show him how. His anger softens. She was so.. kind but blunt. It reminded him of those dumb Greens and maybe his dad. He didn't like the weird feeling in his chest from her soft smile and kind eyes. He let out an annoyed sigh before laying back down reaching to pull the crocheted blanket draped on the couch onto himself and wrap up into an angry and defeated little burrito. 

She had gotten up to go to the kitchen. As he lay there hearing the clutter of pots and pans, the chopping of vegetables, and her sweet humming of a song he didn't know he felt his rage lessen for now. The painkillers were starting to work. For now, he'll rest and recover. Revenge can wait. He was tired. He eventually fell asleep.

Chip awoke to the air smelling like warm spices and mushrooms. It was nice, comforting. He opened his eyes back to the bleak situation he got himself into, broken and bruised on some hillbilly stranger's couch. He looked around to see she was back in the armchair, now crocheting something.

“Oh hi. How're you feeling?” She asked, barely looking up from her project.

Chip moved to sit slightly only to hear a crunch and fall back in dull pain.

“Still crappy.” He answered, 

“Maybe some soup would help.” She consoled, getting up to grab two bowls of fresh mushroom soup. She handed him one of the wooden bowls with a piece of fresh bread before sitting down in her chair and digging into her bowl. 

“What is this?” He asked, seemingly disgusted.

“Portabella mushroom soup.” 

Chip was still skeptical of the gray soup, hesitantly grabbing a spoonful and taking a small bite. It was soft and warm and a little spicy but so good. She turned on the radio to add some noise to their meal.

“So what's your name, stranger?” She asked.

“Chip Whistler, CEO of… oh yeah, former CEO of Wholesome Foods.” 

“Wow, that explains the suit. That's folded up over there btw, couldn't find your other shoe though.” 

“Not my Prada loafers!” he exclaimed in disbelief. 

“Haha, those won’t do you any good out here anyway. So what exactly happened? It doesn’t usually rain CEOs in these parts.” 

“Haha well, it’s a long and vengeful story. It all started when the Greens moved to Big City.” he began reciting his entire story of failed revenge toward the Greens and his descent to madness. 

“Wow that was a long story but it sounds like it's been rough.”

“Thank you! Everyone always gets put off when I mention the plans of violence and arson.”

“Nah, I get ya. I have thoughts of violence, arson, torture, omnipotent god-like power all the time. Why do you think I put myself all the way out here? Keeps me away from all the stupid annoying people.” She stated. 

“Finally, someone gets it!” He exclaimed

Just then the radio chimed in with breaking news.

“Following his lifetime ban from Big City, local pariah, Chip Whistler is presumed dead after the wreckage from his helicopter has been found.”

Chip drops his spoon into the bowl in disbelief. 

“Dead?” he questioned softly. Another voice came out. 

“And if for some strange reason, he's not dead, he's still banned from Big City forever.” Cheers could be heard from the background. 

“Woooo! We beat the baddie! Chip’s dead! Chip’s dead!”

“Dead?” he spoke again. Now feeling even more desolate than ever looking deep in thought. 

She didn’t know what to say to sound comforting in this situation but offered a kind extended hand to his shoulder.

“Oh man, “ she started.

“Where's the bathroom?” he asked.

“Just through that door. Here let me hel-” 

But before she could finish offering him help to stand, Chip threw himself onto the floor and quickly dragged himself to the bathroom shutting the door. 

Sitting on the bathroom floor, Chip reached for the sink counter to pull himself up, every muscle aching again. He felt like he got hit by a truck, worse by a tree and some branches, and a thorn bush. He was able to look in the mirror, finally able to feel the gravity of his situation. 

“Look at yourself. The bar just gets lower and lower for you, doesn't it Whistler? I've lost everything! And I'm just stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with some rando weirdo, what am I gonna do?”

He looked down at the plain hoodie he was wearing

“This isn't even a name brand!” he broke down sobbing before laughing maniacally then sobbing again.

“Everyone thinks you're dead and now what!?” he yelled to his reflection.

“You start again.” he heard from the other side of the door. 

He turned to open the door, weight on the counter and his good leg.

“Sorry to eavesdrop on your conversation with yourself. It’s a small cottage.” 

*sigh* “What do you mean start again?”

“Well it’s pretty clear the whole city kinda hated you and you did some pretty shady and illegal stuff while you were there but now that you’re “dead” you can be whoever you want to be, plus you've avoided legal charges. Hopefully, you'll have a nicer alignment this time around. I'm chaotic neutral myself.”

“Oh my god, you're so weird.” 

“Yeah, I am, but I live my truth and I live it proudly. Now you gotta find yours. You might be surprised to find you're happier in life when you're not overwhelmed with a need for petty revenge.”

“My happiness is based on gaining that petty revenge!”

“Uh huh, and how'd that go the first time?”

“...bad” he replied.

He looked down overwhelmed with his own cloud of self-pity.

“Hey what do you say we take our minds off it for a little while. I can check your bandages again. It looks like you’re starting to leak through your face wrappings.”

Chip raised his hand to his eye “ow” he looked down to see a small patch of blood on his hand. “Ew ew”. He stumbled back onto the floor, back against the sink cabinet. Y/n giggled and went to retrieve some supplies before coming back to his seated position on the bathroom floor.

Y/n sat close once again gently taking the bandage off his face. She grabbed a wet rag from a bucket and wrung it out to clean the dried blood from his face. From this angle, Chip could see down the front of her dress. She could feel him staring before snapping her fingers in his face. 

“Eyes up here” she said, not giving away any emotion besides mild annoyance still gently wiping his eye. 

Chip felt his face redden at being caught, looking away and around avoiding her cleavage and eye contact at all costs. 

“Is it bad?” He asked, referring to his damaged face.

“Uh, no I wouldn't say so. You will probably have a little scarring but nothing too major” She half smiled

“Scars!?” He yelped. Not his perfect face!

“Are you… wearing eyeliner?” She asks, confused.

“No. Maybe” he replies.

Y/n could only laugh looking at how the bandages, Chip's crying, and the blood caused a black eye stain of makeup to surround his eye as he tried to deny it. Chip would've usually felt embarrassed, appalled at being mocked but this time he oddly felt there was no ill will, no true disgust or hatred. He always told himself he was likable and cool, but lately, he had been more defensive and self-aware of himself since everything came crumbling down. Her laugh was nice, not just noise like everything else.

“You never told me where I am exactly.” Changing the subject instead. Ignoring his deepening thoughts.

“I did. You're at my home. I'm the only one around for a couple of miles. There's a small town west of here but they avoid these woods. You're about half a day's drive back to the city.” 

Another sigh left his mouth. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as she applied cream to the scrapes on his face.

“How did you know everyone hated me in the City?”

“I researched you right after I first patched you up.” 

She pulled his driver's license out of her dress pocket. 

“Yeah, the goatee wasn't your best look.” She commented on his picture before handing the card back to him.

“hmm, If you know everything, then why are you cleaning me up instead of throwing me out too?”

“Out there in the woods in your condition? You'll certainly get eaten by wolves if not die of hypothermia. I'm not so sure you really deserve a second chance but for whatever reason you got one and for whatever reason I was around to help so I'm gonna try because I'm a darn good hostess and it gets boring out here all alone.”

Her words struck him. A second chance. For whatever reason he got one and now he has to figure out what to do with it.

“Also, I realized I'd seen you before. First I thought it was from that meme where you threw tomatoes at a child. Btw, not cool, then I realized I saw you when I was working as a janitor at Farm Con last year. I remember you got hit in the face with a sack and all of your teeth fell out. Kinda hard to forget then they were just left there. I was sweeping up and literally found a nearly full set of human teeth. Not something you find every day. I did keep 'em if you want them back.”

Chip looked at her with shock and disgust.

“Sorry, that was weird of me. I’ve been kinda isolated out here by myself for a while. Kinda forget how human interaction works.”

“Oh, this is just perfect! I’m stuck out in the middle of nowhere with the whole world thinking I’m dead and the only one who can help me is a complete and total psycho!”

“Mhm. Sounds like God really hates you.” she joked.

She finishes cleaning him up and applying smaller bandages before grabbing some clean gauss to rewrap his face.

“Wait, I want a mirror.” He demanded making grabby hands.

“*sigh* okay” she reluctantly agreed, handing him a mirror.

Chip met his reflection. A large red scar slashed down the right side of his face going all the way down his cheek and to his chin, the chipped tooth back to mock him, even his perfect hair was disheveled and still littered with bits of twigs and leaves hidden deep inside. A small slice of hair was slashed out with the new scar, and his eyes were stained with mascara and bags. 

He was ugly. He was a monster. He was hateful and vain. He knew deep down his unhappiness was his own doing but couldn't accept it even looking in the face of defeat. He still wanted revenge but now he only had the energy to cry and scream and so he did. He sobbed into his hands, tired and broken.

Y/n reached a hand slowly to his face. He looked up, slowing his sobs to look at her. She couldn't help but want to comfort him in such a pathetic state. Eyes shining, hair messy, that little tooth gap making his shaky breaths whistle as he exhaled. 

She moved her hand further up his cheek, wiping the tears from his eyes and reaching around his head to hug him gently. 

He hesitated at first before accepting the hug. Sobbing once again on  shoulder in these ratty clothes on the bathroom floor she stroked his back and cradled his head. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Once Chip had calmed down some, he returned to faking confidence and evened his voice down to no longer shake.

“Better?” She asked.

He just gave a single nod, avoiding her gaze. 

“We're almost done. I just need to check your leg now that you're conscious” She started moving down to his injured foot.

“It's probably fine” He said dismissively like he didn't throw himself onto the floor and shuffle his way to the bathroom like a salmon crossing a flooded road 15 minutes ago. 

“Hm. Does it hurt when I bend your foot like this?” She asked, bending it forward.

“Nope.” He said smugly.

“mhm and how about this?” She asked, bending it backward toward him.

“Aghhh!!” He yelled, pulling his foot away.

“Yeah, I guess you were right. It's fine, just a bad sprain. I would get them all the time as a kid. You should be fine in a couple of weeks.”

“A couple weeks?!” He groaned.

“You could use a crutch in the meantime but no running or like contact sports for a while.” 

“So I'm really stuck out in the middle of nowhere with you until help comes?” 

“I'd offer to take you to a town nearby but I don't have a car and you couldn't get that far on foot right now.” She stated while wrapping his foot with a compression band. 

“Give it some time. It's pretty peaceful out here. A perfect place to rest and recover.” she added standing up.

She reached a hand out to help him try to stand. He looked up seeing the light halo around her head as he accepted her hand. On wobbly legs and leaning on her, he was able to stand. She helped him limp back to the couch, arm around his waist as they both plopped onto the couch and he was able to lay down. 

"Oh yeah! I have to see if you're chest is healing." She remembered helping him remove the hoodie for one last bit of medical examination.

The bruise on his ribs was darkening a deep orange as it had oxidized since last seeing it. It didn't seem to be too deep or concerning though. 

Hugging his sore body to help him into a sitting position. It was a bit awkward with his lack of a top and wrapped chest. He smelt of expensive cologne and aftershave. She could feel the scratchy brush on his cheek against hers as she pulled away from the hug. 

Hiding a blush, he looked away. She was so warm and soft. Gentle not to hurt his tender body and her soft hair tickled his neck and shoulder. She smelt of warm baked bread and sweet fresh herbs. Something unfamiliar to him but so inviting. 

She applied a healing ointment to his bruises before wrapping him up again. Lost in thought, Chip looked up to the ceiling of the cottage wondering who he might be in this new life.

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A/N: I have so many more ideas for this fic including a lot of fun witty banter but no motivation to write it. Let me know what ya think! Thanks for reading!

[aromantic-pantyanarchy]

Hi, so I just read your post on your experiences as an aro person and it was really impactful for me. I’m still a teenager so I’m figuring things out but I’ve never really had a crush or liked anyone romantically and I feel like I’m aro but I don’t really know whether I can define myself in that way yet because what if I’m still too young to know? Then there’s my sexual orientation which I’m clueless about but that’s fine because I know I probably am too young to know that yet. To add to that, my friends are all queer and a lot of the fandoms I’m in are quite queer and I’m afraid that if I did end up being aro and heterosexual I wouldn’t be accepted as being queer or that I can’t call myself queer. I’m also realm afraid of being lonely when I’m older because I’m not really close to that much family and I’ve struggled to keep good friends for a long time so I just worry about the future a lot sometimes and that I’m going to be sad and alone. I’m really sorry this is so long I just needed to rant to someone and I was really glad to be able to find someone who’s aro who I can talk to about this stuff.

So, here's my advice. Mainly, tl;dr, nobody knows you better than you do.

It's absolutely fine to ID to aromantic even if you feel too young (trust me, I've had a couple moments in school where I justified myself as "being too young to be into girls yet" that seem really obviously aro in hindsight), but if you do end up developing a different way, in finding attraction to people specifically or broadly, then you can just redefine yourself. There's not gonna be any aro cop who comes around checking your aro license and making sure you still adhere to understandings of yourself from last year. More than anything it's only human to gain understanding of something through continued experience, and that goes for your own self as well as anything else in the world.

For friends, well that's a complex issue that ultimately comes down to what you (and your friends) want, I can only really talk about my own experiences. But most of my friends are queer, we didn't meet in queer spaces or become attached because we were queer, we just met from mutual interests and they found out things about themselves and I found out things about myself, but there's no expectation of a mandatory level of queerness among us cause that's a really unreasonable thing to ask of someone. There's even completely hetero cis straight people still hanging about, and they're cool too. And I totally get feeling like you don't form attachments that strongly, I certainly don't have a best most closest friend ever that I'd die for, just, like, people I enjoy spending my free time with. That's enough.

I know it doesn't mean much just saying it, there's not much I can do to properly boost your mental from the other side of a computer screen, but like. Try not to worry about shit, ya know? Take life as it comes. Some things might not work out, but spending all your time fearing about everything going bad is just piling on extra stress you don't need.

[zuzsenpai]

Zuzu's Bug-ventures: Jersey Shore Edition Part 2!

I'm back from New Jersey and in total I ended up finding 43 different kinds of insects/spiders/isopods/etc. Not all of them are getting posted (some of the photos I took are so dogshit I can't in good conscience consider them internet-worthy.) But here is part 1 if you haven't seen it.

Anyway, there are a couple repeats from part 1, having found and taken better pictures of some of these bugs in the latter half of my vacation.

Restless bush cricket (Hapithus agitator). A repeat, but a much better photo. They mfers are SO NOISY. Also I spent an entire evening trying to get good photos of like 5 different spiders with my camera's terrible flash, none of which came out well. But this guy gets a perfect nighttime photo, apparently

Spotted orbweaver spider (Neoscona crucifera). Also a repeat. I ended up seeing about a dozen of these guys all over the boardwalk

Arabesque orbweaver spider (Neoscona arabesca). Another orbweaver, but different from the previous one. I really love the webs in these photos

Bellflower resin bee (Megachile campanulae). Cute

Cabbage white butterfly (Pieris rapae). We're old friends at this point, though this one doesn't look as cabbage-like as others I've found

Flea jumping spider (Naphrys pulex). I was sitting in a gazebo near the ocean and saw this fella walking around. Apparently I'm getting really good at seeing bugs and spiders now, because this one was tiny and very well camouflaged

Unsure of ID. Possibly Helcystogramma badia.

Common pill-bug (Armadillidium vulgare). My isopod bestie who I saved from the windowsill <3

White-jawed jumping spider (Hentzia mitrata). Another repeat. It would be nice to get an actually good picture of this one someday

Swamp cicada (Neotibicen tibicen). Flew directly into my mom while we were playing mini-golf. Twice

South American toothed hacklemesh weaver spider (Metaltella simoni). Very dead, unfortunately. Also found this one during mini-golf. The internet says they like to be underneath things in damp places. So the fact that it was in the middle of the course with the sun beating down on it should have been my first clue. Also it is squished and curled up as hell :(

Praying mantis (Mantis religiosa) and a guest appearance by Canis familiaris, AKA my son Linus who has every disease. Including cataracts, so it's unclear if he could actually see the mantis

Unsure of ID. Probably a leafhopper of some kind

Unsure of ID. It's an orbweaver for sure

Columbian trig cricket (Cyrtoxipha columbiana). This was a really cool find tbh, even though they are definitrly known to be in New Jersey

Unsure of ID. Absolutely no idea. A soldier fly or a flat-headed wasp or a sweat bee or something else entirely??? I'm thinking of posting it on reddit at some point

Red-banded leafhopper (Graphocephala coccinea). Leafhopper colorations are super rad!

Yellow fever mosquito (Aedes aegypti). Aaaaand here we have some brand new trigger warnings for my bug posts! A disease-carrying mosquito that has absolutely and very clearly fed on someone. I saw it moving on the ground and thought it was a tiny beetle. Boy was I wrong. 0/10 do not recommend

Unsure of ID, probably a sweat bee. I think it's covered in pollen from that flower, which is honestly adorable. Also my phone's ability to take nice photos is so arbitrary

Triangulate cobweb spider (Steatoda triangulosa). My shower buddy. Took showers on two separate occasions and found this guy chilling near the sliding door. It was definitely alive and didn't seem to be getting wet, so I let it do its thing

Unsure of ID. Picture is shit so no clue at all. Probably died while hanging from the ceiling

There you have it! I regret not being able to capture a photo of an elusive giant solid neon yellow butterfly I saw all over town for days. But it wouldn't stop flying for even a second ;n;

Next time, I guess it's back to local stuff, backlog, and friends' photos! Weather looks pretty nice for the next week, so hopefully I can spend some time outside finding bug friends before it gets too cold

[rosewoodconch]

RWCH Readathon Days 13-14?

Undercover Princess: Ch. 40-45

Mega liveblog

Ill be honest. I'm really ill: but i am on a bus for 2 hours. So: heres a really porrly written summary of like... the lead up to the ball

Ch. 40

"Promise you'll also be happy"

Well...

Shes happy sometimes?

I really like that again we see that question of jamies origin which doesnt seem so important until youve read everything else

Ill be honest, i usually skip the valentines day bits

Lola is an icon, shes right. Jamie not liking cupcakes is blasphemous

And ellie getting lottle the flowers her name was named for is really sweet and i miss this era of them when it was so easy to fix

Also that note is so incredibly stupid and yes its a threat but also imagine jamie in his room making up the rhyme

"They might take ellie away" GIRL YOUR JOB IS TO PROTECT HER NOT TO KEEP HER FOREVER. Go read the diary again cmon

Ch. 41

Exams! The ball! Finally we hear more about the ball. Its crazy that they get results that quickly

Lottie having nightmares about failing her exams is... oh this poor girl

Shoutout to angus the most scottish person here i love him

Binah is so funny. I absolutely hated people who reacted like that in school

I'm so proud of Lottie like genuinely because after all of the chaos, shes still done incredibly

I was that one sobbing ivy girl ngl. I litterally appealed my b in nat 5 physics because i was convined i deserved a A. I didnt

Ollies messages was so sweet. I missed him so much. He deserves so so so much better. I wish he was able to know things but hes so right to be concerned and hurt. Then "have a good life"

Heartbreaking

Ch. 42

DRESS SHOPPING i probably dont have many thoughts other than OMG DRESSES AND SHOES so sorry in advance

Lèon is an icon and i love him

"I never like to be predictable" YES LOTTIE HARNASS THE SASS

Hes so real with the day and night hes all of us

I really wish ellie got to wear a suit here, it wouldve contrasted so perfectly to the book 5 ball

THE SHOES OH MY GOD THE SHOES

Ellie telling jamie to "just leave" is such a horrible awful thing to have said knowing all we know on reread.

Ch. 43

Jamie lore

I like that we get this explanation before the ball. Because rereading we can see how much the "normal" route relates to ani and saskia and it makes us wonder about who else could be

Jamie is different

The fake story of Hirana, and all of the information about her being lied about not just to ellie, but to jamie too, is so so sad.

Ellie wants nothing but Jamie and her to have normal lives. For them to not be connected in this way. "Everyone should get to choose"

I really love that thats echoed in the ending of the series.

Ugh again with the trust. How often do we hear them go we need to trust each other then lottie hides more stuff again. Im tired lottie.

The Cinderella moment 😭😭😭😭

Ch. 44

Let it be known that in the audiobook connie says Queen Matilda

Her "Real Room" makes me so so happy and i cannot wait to eventually read about it again.

In fact does Lottie ever see it!??!?!?! Someone tell me

See this is what i mean about the trust thing.

Im sorry but if a girl i had a crush on pinned me against the wall, said to tell her a secret or shed bite me i think id pass out

"Youll be mad at me" well no shit sherlock

Jamie is an icon and i love him. Never change

Ch. 45

"I cant promise not to be mad, but I'll hear you out" is so eloquent and I'll always have that in my mind

Creepily similar? A resemblance perhaps?

Ellie lying to try and help lottie is sweet but scary. Because how often does she do this?

I really do think that underneath he is pained for lying to his queen. But not just because hes loyal to her, or that it is his job, but also the queen is nurturing and kind and i think he does internalise that

Lottie defending herself to jamie is so painful

I love the difference between jamie "acting pained" and then the following

For anyone who isn't using the audiobook, i want you to understand how terrifying it is when it switches pov here. Because the whole book has been connie, for the prologue was her mum.

But here, theres a male voice. Jamies va.

Jamie recognising all the palace staff is really sweet

The fact that he has such a routine, hes been trained to hide his emotions from everyone including himself.

And the simple sentence of "he broke down" honestly cuts deeper than if it had been fully elaborated. Its so simple. And thats why its so powerful. He cant even cry and feel comfort. He has to retreat away from everyone and everything

Next chapters are the ball and everything so I'll probably do another mega liveblog for those ones!

Its just easier when I'm ill to group them like this!

[s0lar-ch3ri]

apologies for being less active now, school started up like a bitch (take a thinkies post, possible spoilers ahead)

what if gill and chip like swapped "moral" codes in a sense. gillion lies about who he is and what the underseas like and shit as to hide from the truth and out of fear for what happens if he doesnt (could also be some form of rebellion of the elders treatment of him). hes still a heroic and "honorable" to the public eye, yet he has a bit more fear. fear that his friends will find out and he'll be exiled again but it will feel oh so much worse because as time goes on it eats away at gill more that hes getting closer to them so he has more to lose. fear that one day hell have to pick between the truth or someones life or something and at first, while theres a little doubt, he feels confident that hed sacrifice them for his sharade to be kept. but, as gillion keeps being the hero, the lovable "idiot" (GILLION IS NOT AN IDIOT HES JUST CONFUSED ON OVERSEA CULTURE NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK OF HIM ALRIGHT??), he wants to actually be the character he plays, because he wants to go back to (or actually be, up to you) being an undersea hero, maybe even just a hero for both worlds, and he no longer can find himself able to sacrifice one for his own safety/comfort, and it scares him how much hes changing. yet, he'd keep lying, because the one with nothing to lose doesnt want his "only" strength to be proven false too.

and chip? why would he be more honest? he probably wouldnt, lets be honest, hes chip bastard for asters sake! well, maybe he could lie less, but i doubt hed give it up entirely. so how would he work? well, with how much others have helped him not just survive but live, he finds it more comforting to put trust in them. he'd lie to protect others, hed lie to get out of a situation where theyre in danger, but he doesnt prefer it. he chooses trust, not exactly blind but by the gut feelings (to add some mystery around niklaus, hed be one of the few people he couldnt find a single trusting vibe) he uses like a compass. is he still a bit of a coward? absolutely! he could even be seen as a bit more careless with it, thinking more how to get this to end with all them safe rather then keeping them safe in the moment.

the reason they duel? obvious of course, but gillion is revealed to have lied. some gamble in the casino battle causes gillion to have to say it. and chip is fucking stunned, because he didnt have to help gillion. he didnt need to pick him up from the sea that day. how long was he lying to him, the captain (at that point, chip was indeed the captain) of the ship that gave him water for his gills? how long was he planning on keeping it? chip dioesnt care. the next day, he immedately confronts gillion for it. gillion says similar arguements he does in canon, but more so as reasoning as to why he did it rather then why chip shouldnt have. and chip isnt having a word of it.

im not sure if gill would still win, or by some magic, chip would win this time. each would be dramatic. gillion winning, yet not wanting to finish it, and chip telling him ("orders from your fucking captain gillion tidestrider." and when that doesnt work? "orders from your once friend gill.") that the only way hed let this slide is if he finished the job. chip winning by a thread, fueled only by rage at his betrayal, and he has gillion at the end of his sword and he looks into his eyes and just, "get off my ship, gillion. get out of here before i change my fucking mind with mercy." jay steps in, with her whole speech and everything, and everything plays out the same (yeah i could never change the hot sauce prank).

AND MAKE NO MISTAKE! CHIP STILL GIVES THE FLAG BOOBS AND THOSE KINDS OF PRANKS! thats just because the crew (every once in a while gill doesnt understand it) gets its a simple joke and its chip bastard! why wouldnt he?

these are my thoughts but you guys add your own shit to it id love to see it

[mamawasatesttube]

Flamebird Kon Guy again (I should start leaving some kinda signature), and Yes!! There’s so much about Krypton and it’s culture that cna be played with, and just barely gets touched on in regards to Kon and the other Kents and then being immigrants!! Like, on Krypton, clones literally had a civil war, and then centuries later, all of the children were born artificially anyways. Literally, Kon would be considered Clark’s kid by their standards, and that’s just never brought up or talked about!!

I’m a bit denier of the Bad Dad Clark fanon shit, but I do want to say, it would be so so INTERESTING to see this type of scenario played with. Kon who compares himself to Clark constantly, and has expressed insecurity over Clark keeping secrets from him and what he (Kon) means to him. And like, Clark has always rushed to assure Kon whenever these insecurities are made known, so something like this would have so much potential!!

But DC is too busy being Mfing haters 😒😒

Anywhores, sorry for the tangent. But this also plays into why I love Flamebird!Kon so much! Because there’s so much that can be explored with Kon taking that name. Imagine Clark telling him about Flamebird, a creature of passion who destroys not because she takes pleasure in it, but because it’s her duty to keep the spark from going out. Kon proudly wearing a name that Clark said he would be a good fit for, and every time they’re together or every time he’s alone, he can’t help but preen because it’s another name that Clark bestowed upon him, and that means something!!

okay first off "anywhores" cracked me up so shoutout to that <3. i just didnt see that coming at ALL hdfjkshdkjHd

anyway. yeah "bad dad clark" is my enemy and i'm setting this particular bit of fanon on fire and throwing it off a cliff. like... here's the nicest guy in the world! also he just hates this teenager for no reason. GET REAL. it's SOOOO much more interesting to give them a nuanced relationship (i also don't subscribe to them having a 100% nuclear family label in any way; i think it's somewhere between "brothers" and "father/son" and also both of them at the same time and also neither. no label fits them too well outside of simply "family"). but them having the struggle of "kon, esp younger early-in-his-narrative kon, craving parental affection from clark, who isn't quite able to give that to him the way he wants" is ABSOLUTELY my cup of tea and im so here for adding the extra layer of old kryptonian vs newer kryptonian culture as a further confounding variable. let them be complex and multifaceted!! the love is there but so are the issues, etc.

re: that last paragraph i can't also help but think of The Agonies... kon defining himself so much by clark's pride in him as a concept makes me wail into my hands. it's in-character Esp again when he's younger but also babygirl you are also your own person!!!! id love a narrative w flamebird kon where he first is so proud of it bc of clark but then grows to forge his own connection to flamebird's mythos and the deity herself too, in addition to the connection to his heritage through clark. kon's narrative re: individuality is just so gripping to me (even if we kinda have to imagine a lot of it bc dc does not want to deliver lmao) and that could be such a fun additional angle on it.

also this whole thing in general made me remember again how mad i am that rebirth just completely nuked the entire kon & clark relationship. clark just doesnt fucking remember him and by the looks of it/the way they wrapped it up so neatly re: house of kent arc, he never will. what the fuck!!!!! rebirth get out of my house bendis do NOT interact!!!!!!

[nishloves]

hey nish, so here is my ask for the match. thank you again, hope its not a bother!

i am an intj and more of an introvert. i can adapt well depending on my interlocutors and can be really shy as well as extremely outgoing. i love staying outside in the comfort of my house but also like hanging out with my friends even if i loose my energy pretty quickly. i am usually described as someone with a rather calm aura but the moment im really comfortable i am rather crazy lmao. i tend to lose focus quickly, ramble a lot (and forget to whom i said what) and can’t see for shit. i am a lazy perfectionist who hates things being done incorrectly but i want them being done quickly. i can be seen as arrogant but im a huge overthinker. I hate showing my feelings and have a hard time accepting my failures. since im always the youngest in my different friend groups, people tend to baby me which is really advantageous.

regarding my hobbies, i do ballet and modern jazz for more than fifteen years and it’s an art and sport that i am really dedicated to, creating choreographies and being kind of a scary mentor when i want to even if i like being like a big sister » so the youngest (im one of the oldest now). i also used to play tennis but outside those sports, i hate physical activities. i love manual activities such as making jewelleries, embroidery, crochet, drawing silly doodles and painting (even if i can’t wait until it is completely dry). i like reading (esp criminal novels) and love animes (my fav are haikyuu, hxh, fullmetal alchemist and bsd). id like to watch kdrama but i dont have enough time and can’t stay focused for so long anyways.

i am a sucker for light and dark academia and you’ll find me most of the time with velvet pants or oversize jeans and a pullover. finally, if i had to choose only five svt songs, it’d be 24h, home run, i don’t know, fallin’ flowers and hot.

thank you so much, i hope i didn’t ramble too much. love you!

hehe not at all! i loved reading all of it <3

when I read intj, i immediately thought about jun/hao/wonwoo but when I read it further, i thought that you might suit joshua more. but!!! when I read about the ballet portion, i just couldn't help thinking about dino!

so i match you with, wonwoo!

he is one of the most considerate individuals I've ever seen, he would be able to differentiate between your moods and energy levels and take care of you whenever you're out; it's like— he can just understand if you're drained or anything and would politely excuse you both from the gathering if he feels as if you're getting overwhelmed.

he would keep you grounded— scold you when you're wrong and empathise with you when you just want to rant. kind of like a very sturdy shoulder to cry on and your biggest motivation for any project.

he would absolutely love your calm-crazy dynamic, he loves it whenever you're so happy that your calm demeanor of an intj morphs into something more childlike and adorable. he also likes the fact that you have "maknae" tendencies, and would absolutely adore it.

he's not a perfectionist per se, but he has friends who are and rest assured that he will do his absolute best to help you take a break/ break your overthinking thoughts and help you get rational again. (vice versa)

you'd think that having a few hobbies to share might be a problem but it actually isn't; wonwoo is very happy whenever you're doing what you love and it makes him want to engage in your hobby with you. you both push each other to step out of your comfort zones and try out different things <3

and god, if you ever make him a bracelet, or crochet a small keyring for him, he's gonna treasure it; I think he might cry in secret too 😭

he also likes the fact that you don't like physical activities because then he doesn't have to do it, you both would probably spend your days cuddling or trying out each other's hobbies or cheering each other on!

he would be your biggest hypeman for your ballet and jazz music <3