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razorblade180 · 3 years

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Attitude adjustment

Yang:*bowing* I’m sorry.

Principal:Mrs. Xiao Long, this this third time your daughter has been apart of fight at school and I must make it clear there will not be a fourth. Any more incidents and she’ll be-

Yang:Expelled, I know. I just....*sigh* I’m trying everything over here. I worked things out with the other students’ parents where I’ll write apologies out and believe me when I say I am not happy about this whatsoever. All I’m asking is you don’t hold her back a year and give her extra time on the late assignment.

Teacher:And why would we give special treatment to the most problematic child in Menagerie? Surly you don’t believe Veronica Belladonna deserves special treat-

Yang:*claps hands together* Please......

Principal:......

Nine year old Veronica Belladonna sits in chair outside the office, kicking her feet. Her nose crinkles up along with the bandage on it from soreness. Annoying or not, her classmates were heavy handed like nobodies business. Yang finally walked out office, taking Veronica by the arm and dragging her away.

Veronica:Ow! That’s tight!

Yang:Good. Do you like me coming up here? Were daily phone calls from teachers about disruptive behavior not enough? Veronica they want you kicked out.

Veronica:Yeah I heard.

Yang:Then I expect you to act like that’s a big deal and shape up!

Veronica:I don’t give a damn!

Yang:Hey! Watch your fu- oooo don’t swear at me. Don’t swear at all! Work with me here.

Veronica:There’s nothing to work.

Yang:Kid, your attitude needs serious working on. I know that you know that you can not just go around picking fights and hurting people.

Veronica:And if they wanted a fight!?

Yang:Never give it to them. You know that.

Veronica:That’s unfair! It’s all their fault. Mom would understand! I want her right now!

Yang:Blake is working!

Veronica:Uuuuuugggggghhhhh!

Yang:Yeah well the feelings mutual right now. You know what, you’re grounded.

Veronica:For what!?

Yang:*red eyes* Fighting! For a week you will come straight home from school and go right to your room! No tv, free time, grandparents house-

Veronica:But grandpa and grandma were gonna teach me to surf!

Yang:Well I guess you’ll just have to learn another time. Learn to behave like a good girl before anything else.

Veronica:*tearing up*........I hate you.

Yang stopped dead in her tracks. She looked back to see Veronica in tears, her ears folded back and tail rigid. The girl kept tugging and struggling from Yang’s grip, all but flailing as a means to escape. Yang remembered being a kid. She remembered throwing tantrums so violent that it must’ve wore her dad out. She remembered saying she hated him too. Being on the opposite end, that really put things in perspective. Despite her best efforts, Yang could tell she was shedding a few tears.

Veronica stopped her struggles the moment a tear drop hit her hand. Suddenly, the fight in her left. Her ears dropped down with her tail. Now she had another reason to leave. Guilt. Her arm jerked as a reflex. What should’ve been in vain wasn’t. Veronica thought her words had made her mother loosen her grip. That was until she saw her wrist actually pass through Yang’s fingers. In shock, she looked at her mother in equal confusion.

Yang:.....Did you just....?

Veronica:Ma, I.....

Afraid of her own words, Veronica ran. She ran as fast as she could with tears blurring her vision. Yang watched in disbelief for a moment before running after her.

Yang:Veronica!

Veronica:Just leave me alone!

Yang:No! You just used your semblance!

Veronica:So what!?

Yang:We don’t know how it works! You could hurt yourself!

Veronica:Why would you care!? I said that I hated you!

Yang:And!? That’s a one way street. I don’t hate you, and I know you don’t actually hate me; even if you said it.

Veronica:You’re lying! I know you hate me. I’m different from you! Humans hate faunus! It doesn’t matter that I’m your daughter!

Yang:Who told you that!?

Veronica:The students!!!

Veronica wasn’t paying a attention and tripped into the road. Her eyes locked eyes with a cyclist struggling to stop. Veronica braced for impact when she suddenly felt Yang yank her out of the way and into her arms. The little girl was a little shaken. So much in fact that her nails slightly dug into Yang.

Veronica:Ma, I...I-

Yang:What else did they say to you?

Veronica:.......*shivering*

Veronica:Our family would fall apart, and you’d leave me. Because that’s what humans do. We don’t get along; you just pretend to love me. I said they were wrong, but they just kept pointing. Laughing at me. I....I knew they were lying but...I just can’t stop thinking about it! *hugging her* I don’t want you to hate me!

Yang:......

xxxxx

Teacher:*typing*

Yang:*opens door* Teach, let’s talk.

Teacher:Mrs. Xiao Long!? Why are you-

Yang:So is there any good reason when I was here the first time nothing was mentioned about the kids telling my daughter that her family will fall apart because I’m a human and I can’t love my kid?

Teacher:Wh-What!? I...I was unaware of-

Yang:Really!? Are you really about to tell me that in your own classroom, you had no clue what was said? Not a single clue? Because unless my daughter is a liar, which she isn’t, you didn’t do shit about it.

Teacher:That’s ridiculous!

Yang:That’s what I want believe too. Because you know, it’s one thing for a kid to act like a kid and say something stupid. It’s an entire different thing if an adult in charge heard such a thing and didn’t intervene because oh I don’t know, their not particularly fond of humans either?

Teacher:....

Yang:Now I know that can’t be the case since an adult in charge of creating safe spaces wouldn’t actively let their own bias affect children; especially the child of a human. If that adult did have problems then they would no doubt say it to that human’s face and not take out any grievances on a actual child, right? Unless they’re too pathetic and scared to be an actual adult?

Teacher:....Is there anything else you’d like to bring to my attention?

Yang:To you, no. But I’ll be sure to mention this possibility to your boss, and let the parents know I will not be sending apology letters and instead be notifying them on what went on in this classroom. Oh yeah, and I may or may not bring this up later tonight to my wife. You know, the activist?

Teacher:........

Yang:Still nothing to say huh? Fine by me. Actually, it’s also fine if you never speak to me or my daughter ever again; since you’re obviously so good at that. Don’t even bother with the assignments. I’m thinking it would be best if Veronica took a step back and we’ll find a different class for her. Maybe even a school? You just keep worrying about anything else. *walks away*

Teacher:.........This job is all I have.

Yang:Yeah, don’t give a damn. *closes door*

The blonde bruiser took a breath to calm herself down. She looked over to see her child still wiping her face. Without a second thought, Yang put Veronica back in her arms and kept walking

Yang:Did you hear all of that?

Veronica:Maybe.....

Yang:Good. Now you know just how serious I am about you. And look, I didn’t hit her once.

Veronica:You should’ve.

Yang:Oh I wanted to, believe me. But that does nothing but make more problems sometimes. Listen here, those kids were jerks. Still, I need you to try really hard to keep calm and if nobody around feels helpful, just remember you’re coming home to me and mommy. We’re always gonna raise a little hell for you. Hate to break it to you but you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere. *kisses her cheek* Never.

Veronica:*sniffles* I’m sorry I made you cry.

Yang:I’m sorry I just got upset without letting you explain yourself. That was bad.

Veronica:We both need working on. Am I still grounded?

Yang:Hmmmmmm noooooo. Gods, I’m too soft. We need to find you a good outlet. How about you spend some time with me after surfing and I’ll teach ya some cool moves. Just in case you actually need to hit something. Sound good.

Veronica:*red* I guess we can spend time together. *purring* If you want to so badly.

Yang:Hehe, I love you.

Veronica:....I love you too.

#rwby #bumblby #rwbabies #yang xiao long #veronica belladonna #rwby twin snowflakes

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deantransgressions2 · 3 years

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13x02 the rising son

21 transgressions. enjoy.

#1: dean criticized sam for wanting to protect jack, and then devalued jack’s entire existence to an “it”.

sam: “look… losing mom and cas, that’s a lot to process, dean, especially on no sleep. and the kid...”

dean: “the “kid”? come on, man, you know how this plays out. kook, when we try to bend the rules, pretend that the bad guys aren’t so bad or that things will get fixed, that’s when people that we care about get hurt. and then we end up doing what we should’ve done in the first place, which is end the problem. so this time, let’s start with the obvious. soon as i find a way to take care of… it.”

time tag: 3:17

#2: after sam failed again to make dean see jack as a child, he tried to make dean see jack as an asset. dean refused to listen or consider any of sam’s insights, and admitted that he is giving up on family, which is something he claims he would never ever ever ever ever do.

sam: “dean, “the problem” might be our only shot at saving mom.”

dean: “mom’s gone. there’s no fixing that.”

time tag: 3:44

#3: jack was happily watching scooby doo and bothering nobody, so of course dean walked over and scolded him, then turned the tv off. apparently watching tv is illegal now yall!!

time tag: 9:03

#4: told jack to take the couch and threw a bible at him. luckily, sam isn’t a child murderer and made sure jack felt welcome. sam = good dad. but, dean winchester is already worse of a father than john was. you hate to see it.

time tag: 9:11

#5: dean criticized jack for eating the exact same way he does. mocking a 3 day old child just for the sake of it, just to make himself feel better. he is pathetic. idk why jack and sam put up with him these next 3 seasons.

dean: “you can slow down, you know. that’s stuff’s not gonna disappear.”

sam: “ever seen you eat, dean?”

time tag: 10:02

#6: yells at jack for copying his movements. he’s 3 days old...3 days old. 3.

time tag: 11:35

#7: sam has been rooting for jack to not be evil. he is focusing on WHO jack is not what he is. dean, however, is counting on jack being evil so he can murder him. the confirmation bias is real here. any instance of jack showing humanity dean just tunes it out. this conversation should remind you of dean’s view of sam in s4/5

donatello: “yes, well, not so much anymore. but, uh…look at you. the waves of power… so intense.”

dean: “maybe less human than we thought.”

donatello: “fascinating. you know, i’ve met your father. your power’s nothing like his. not dark, not toxic.”

sam: “that so?”

dean: “not yet.”

time tag: whole time but 15:58

#8: he was a dick to the tattoo artist for no reason expect that he loves to take his anger out on others.

time tag: 16:44

#9: when in doubt blame sam! when in doubt accuse sam! when in doubt manipulate sam! wooohooo!!!

sam: “so you heard donatello. no evil vibes from jack.”

dean: “proves nothing, except that you’re way too attached to this kid. you need to see this for what it is, okay?”

time tag: 16:54

#10: lessons from our sexist macho man icon:

jack: “it hurt.”

dean: “okay, see, sometimes, things hurt, so you just man up and deal with it.”

time tag: 17:21

#11: some more of dean refusing to listen to other’s correct observations of jack, because there is no changing his mind that jack is evil. he doesn’t need proof that jack is evil, because he doesn’t want it. he wants to murder jack regardless of who he is. dean only cares about WHAT jack is. sigh. 2x03 i miss you.

time tag: 18:43

#12: dean claimed that since cas loved jack, jack is therefore responsible for his murder. even though it was literally lucifer that murdered cas, not jack. so, using dean’s logic: sam and john killed mary, sam killed jess, dean killed john, sam killed dean, sam and dean and bobby killed jo and ellen, dean killed sam, dean and sam killed cas multiple times, sam and dean killed kevin....etc etc. do you see how fucking stupid dean is being rn?

sam: “okay, look, yeah, jack is on lucifer’s family tree. but we don’t know if that dna is stronger than Kelly’s, or his connection with cas.”

dean: “oh, you mean the connection that got cas killed?”

sam: “i’m just saying, jack doesn’t have to be evil. we can teach him not to be.”

time tag: 18:53

#13: dean called jack ‘the devil’ which made jack so upset he ran away. this is a transgression obviously towards jack, but also towards sam. dean said that a 3 day old child (who literally hasn’t done anything wrong) is the devil. he said it in front of his brother who was tortured by the ACTUAL devil (and michael) for centuries. it’s insensitive and fucked up beyond belief for dean to use his brother’s abuser to try and manipulate him to conform to his beliefs on jack.

NOT TO MENTION that dean is the only member of team free will with absolutely no supernatural abilities at all. he does not understand jack. he does not understand lucifer. dean is the LAST person who should have a say in if jack is good or evil.

time tag: 19:25

#14: this is a abuse apology. many victims of abuse are manipulated to apologize for them and sympathize with them. this is a prime example of that:

sam: “dean doesn’t hate you. it… look, sometimes the wires in dan’s head get crossed and...and he gets frustrated, and then he mixes frustration with anger, and...and fear.”

jack: “why would he be afraid?”

sam: “because dean feels like it’s his job to protect everyone.”

time tag: 20:45

#15: did the writers include this scene to emphasize that dean is john (but worse)....because that’s exactly what it did.

bartender: “i hated my old man. I ran away myself. see, my mom would never stick up for me. but…you know kids. no matter what, they still want the old man’s approval. well, that’s how it was with me, just…”

dean: “you know, that’s, uh, that’s how it was with me, too.”

i’m not sure what dean is referring to here because based on what the bartender is saying, sam would relate more to her story than dean but ok! sure! pity party time needs no logic

time tag: 22:17

#16: sam had to seperate jack and dean in order to protect jack. sam felt that jack was safer with a man that had no soul (donatello), over his own brother. and he was right!

time tag: 23:11

#17: dean made fun of sam and jack by calling jack sam’s “new pal” as a way to not only degrade jack, but also ridicule sam.

time tag: 27:08

#18: dean is angry that sam isn’t blindly following along with his plans for jack’s death. and everything sam tried to say to get dean out of his child murdering mindset goes in one ear and out the other.

sam: “point is…if you and i are gonna do this, keep jack on the right side of things, then...then we have to be on the same page.”

dean: “okay. well, that’s the problem, though, sam, ‘cause we’re not on the same page. like, at all.”

sam: “all right. you know what? i know what’s going on here.”

dean: “oh. okay. well, please, tell me, what’s going on here?”

sam: “you thinking mom is gone and cas is gone, and that jack can’t be saved. dean, after everything we’ve gone through… we just lost people we love, people who have been in our lives for a long time. everything’s upside-down. i get it. but we’ve been down before. i mean, rock bottom. and we find a way. We fix it because that’s what we do. and jack w-wants to do the right thing. jack’s scared to death of who he is, and he’s scared of you.”

you know who else was scared of their father figure? dean. and sam. and now jack. dean stans can hate john all they want but the truth is dean is far worse. they both deserve a special place in hell together

time tag: 27:19

#19: the mental gymnastics it takes to come to this conclusion about jack. to ignore any and all proof that jack isn’t evil. it’s shocking how strongly dean holds onto hate and his need to kill.

sam: “dean, wait a second. the kid came through for us today. jack saved us.” dean: “no. no, whatever that was, that was a reflex. it was a sneeze. maybe next time he sneezes, he kills us. goodnight.”

time tag: 39:32

#20: dean drove jack to self harm. dean then proceeded to angrily tell him off and call him names for doing so.

dean: “okay. what the hell? give me that. you...don’t be an idiot. look, a, this is not gonna do anything to you, okay? and b, you… what the hell?”

time tag: 40:35

#21: this is psychological abuse. this is child abuse. this scene is as bad as the panic room of s4. disgusting. and some people actually ship this man with this child’s father (castiel). get help.

dean: “you know, my brother thinks you can be saved.” jack: “you don’t believe that.” dean: “no, i don’t.”

jack: “so… if you’re right?”

dean: “if i’m right… and it comes to killing you… i’ll be the one to do it.”

time tag: 41:07

#13x02 the rising son #this episode took me like 2 hours to do oh my GOD #heavy #spn #dean negative #dean critical #jack kline #<3 #tw verbal abuse #emotional manipulation/abuse #tw self harm #pity party tag!#controlling #gaslighting #hypocrisy #sexism #belittling #anti dean winchester

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uncloseted · 3 years

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What are your thoughts on critical race theory and how it's being taught or should be taught in schools? Everyone seems to have a different idea of what is being taught and it's hard to keep up. I've heard extreme stories about certain schools but I've also heard that those are mostly people on the right exaggerating. Thank you for answering these political questions and giving such well thought out responses!

Okay so... there's a lot to unpack within the discussion of "critical race theory". I'm going to give a primer of what it is, how it is (and isn't) being used in schools, what the controversy is, and then I'll give my opinions at the end.

What is Critical Race Theory?

"Critical Race Theory" is a previously obscure academic concept. It's an approach to studying US policies and institutions and is typically taught in higher-education institutions like law schools or schools of social work. It's been in use since the 70s, when law professors began considering how racism shapes American law. Basically, Critical Race Theory states that intentional and unintentional racial bias are baked into the way our institutions and legal system functions. CRT is a way of examining how "racism is sustained more through law, policy and practices than through individual bias and discrimination," in the words of Boston University law professor Jasmine Gonzales Rose. It's focused on shifting our attention away from individual people's bad actions (what we commonly think of as being "racism") to instead center how systems uphold racial disparities.

Where did the Controversy about Critical Race Theory Come From?

After the murder of George Floyd last year and the resulting Black Lives Matter protests, these same topics were introduced to public consciousness. Is our police system racist? Are people of color disproportionately likely to be arrested and imprisoned for crimes, even though white people commit crimes at the same rate? (The answer to these questions is yes, just so we're clear). Are there ways in which racial bias is baked into our legal system? There were a lot of people around that time who became aware that our systems are discriminatory, and, as with everything, a lot of people who pushed back against anything actually changing.

Here's where the whole thing gets a bit convoluted. The debate over "critical race theory" can be traced to just one person- Christopher Rufo, a fellow at a conservative think tank. On September 2nd of 2020, Rufo appeared on Fox News's show, "Tucker Carlson Tonight". On the show, Rufo claimed that "critical race theory" had "pervaded every institution in the federal government" and called on President Trump to ban "critical race theory" in federal workforce trainings. It's somewhat unclear why he thought this to begin with. In that same conversation, Rufo deemed "critical race theory" "divisive, un-American propaganda". From there, this idea that "critical race theory" (used as "a catchall phrase for any examination of systemic racism" or even as a catchall phrase to denote anything advocating for social change, as opposed to the principles of Critical Race Theory that are actually used in educational institutions) is infiltrating our government took off on Twitter.

By September 17th of 2020, Trump was denouncing "critical race theory" and had created the 1776 Commission to "promote patriotic education". The 1776 Commission was in direct opposition to the 1619 Project, a Pulitzer Prize winning, long-form journalism project developed for The New York Times, which aims to explore American history through African-American perspectives. The 1619 Project was being used as a tool in public school curricula to help students understand the impact of slavery on modern society. It's important to note here that at no point was Critical Race Theory being taught in schools except at the university level, and that the 1619 Project is not based in Critical Race Theory. When discussing the 1776 Commission, Trump said, "we want our sons and daughters to know the truth. America is the greatest and most exceptional nation in the history of the world. Our country wasn't built by cancel culture, speech codes, and crushing conformity. We are not a nation of timid spirits."

To recap: Rufo introduces this concept of "critical race theory" to the conservative media on September 2nd. In his context, "critical race theory" has no real definition and has been divorced from actual Critical Race Theory. 15 days later, Trump adopts "critical race theory" as a major theme in his campaign, using the 1619 project to justify his claims that "critical race theory" is being taught to "our children" in schools, and he founds the 1776 Commission to provide an alternative narrative of American history. Conservative media outlets jump onto the "critical race theory" debate, but without a clear idea of what Critical Race Theory is (which is why it seems like there's a lot of different ideas about what it is and what's being taught) in an attempt to push for limits on teaching practices relating to racism.

In 2021, Joe Biden dissolved the 1776 Commission, but bills were introduced in Florida, Idaho, Iowa, Oklahoma, Tennessee, and Texas to "restrict teaching critical race theory in public schools". In some cases, these bills single out the 1619 Project in particular, even though it is not based in Critical Race Theory. Other bills have an even larger ban on programs that involve social justice in general.

I'm not familiar with any "extreme stories" about "critical race theory" being taught in K-12 schools, but if you want to send ones you come across my way, I'm happy to discuss the veracity of those claims.

As for my opinion, I think it's good that students are being introduced to the ways in which our country's history has impacted the way our country's systems are built, and it's good that they're being introduced to the ways in which those systems are discriminatory. 48% of Gen Z are POC. 50%(ish) of Gen Z is female. 15.9% of Gen Z is LGBT. We're becoming more diverse as a society, and so the ways in which people are discriminated against are more visible, even to kids. It's important that kids understand (in an age-appropriate way) what discrimination is, why it happens, and what they can do about it.

Kids who are POC or female or obviously gender-divergent don't get the luxury of being able to ignore discrimination. Black kids are aware of "critical race theory" (the way that society systemically discriminates against them) from the get-go. Nobody is arguing that we should be telling white six year olds that they're evil for being white or that their parents are evil for being white. They're saying that a white six year old will notice that they're being treated differently than their Black best friend, and they'll know that's unfair. It's better to respond to their questions about fairness with an acknowledgement that things aren't fair, but we can work to fix them, instead of insisting that there is no problem, and that we are the "Greatest and Most Exceptional Nation In The History of The World".

Our current educational system does a lot of whitewashing when it comes to US History. Just think back to any celebration you had of Columbus Day or Thanksgiving in school, where they make it seem like the colonists and Native Americans were friends. It's important that instead of whitewashing our history, we acknowledge that many people were, and still are, hurt by that history. It's important to center non-white voices in those curricula, because without them, the story we're telling isn't true. History classes should not be a stage for American nationalist propaganda, and yet that's what they become when we insist on only teaching about the "good" things we've done.

Do I think that the 1619 Project is the way to go about that goal? Not necessarily. There are legitimate criticisms that can and have been made about that project, and I agree with some of them. Likewise, I think actual Critical Race Theory is too advanced for your average K-12 student, and it's not the best framework for teaching these topics. There are educators much smarter than I am who can (and have) come up with age-appropriate curricula to talk about these topics. But it's important that we allow for and encourage discussion of those topics, and putting a blanket ban over anything social justice related isn't going to make that happen.

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macklives · 4 years

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session 92 end (bye 413...)

this session was so long but so fucking hectic what the fuck

im going to try and slim it down to its bare essentials rather than go on a full rant because im pretty sure i want to make a post later on about vriska’s characterisation (not anything about me liking her/disliking her, just an analyse on her life really, so it wont be too bias because thats not the point of an analysis. i also want to do one on aradia, been meaning to for a while... hmm... damn i havent done much analogies lately, and i THINK the last long post on a character i made was about davesprite??? so its been a fucking while. that being said, ill leave a lot of details out for this end of session notes so i dont just repeat myself later on. rather will keep to plot points here and then make character points in another)

alright

first we had a page or two where aradia confided in nepeta about her being dead which means nepeta is the only one to know this revelation. im pretty sure aradia confided because there was no other way around it, since nepeta was her server player, so it was inevitable. either way, aradia still put her trust in nep, which means, if you think about it, nobody else knows and nobody else ever will. and considering aradia asked nep to keep it a secret, it probably wont get explored by others until MAYBE later on, whenever its plot relevant, so everyone will be in the dark about it for a while which ill have to remember for future dialogue and scenes with aradia in them

then we met vriska

which, yes, is a meme. i may not have been on a lot of fandom platforms, but you cant escape some of the stuff that goes around the internet. even if you dont know undertale, im pretty sure you know of sans. or komaeda if you have/havent seen danganronpa. its just.. the memes, ya know? ive heard from many sources of the “vriska did nothing wrong” quote (even through mbmbam which??? WHAT) but since i didnt even know what it meant, i never explored it so then i never knew it was a homestuck thing. imagine my surprise...... i think even at the time, i wouldnt have known what homestuck was either honestly so it wouldnt even matter. i only recently learned about the fandom.... uhh, maybe half a year ago??? yeah, august, so my knowledge was slim but vriska is a thing ive heard before, which still shocks me

goddammit

anyways back to her

so her intro was something, we pretty much found out she likes DnD (a FANATIC in fact) and feeds her lusus the flesh of living trolls. which is fucked up. but i wont get too much into detail about that until i make a post about her life on alternia and the consequences of such. or maybe just alternia in general...?? or *both* heheheh but i feel i need more information before i go off on a tangent about that

then we met??? white text dude?? who is a major asshole but an asshole with insults that hURted, to think i felt bad for VRISKA when that happened. woah.

i said before, but... karkat, he cant really hit deep because his insults are just HIM and his way to express himself. like some people find it natural to just go “FUCK YOU” to show emphasis on a point, and thats just karkats way. he may do it so aggressively that it takes you a second to realize what he said, but usually i dont take anything to heart whenever he spurts out some insults. ive progressed to the point where whatever he says, is just “karkat” and not him trying to be actively mean. rather, its now funny whenever he does say anything SOMEWHAT creative, dude has an imagination that goes on for miles

but vriska?? she IS trying to be a bully, you can tell. but i feel theres something much more to that. like shes trying to prove herself and her “blueblooded” demeanours or whatever the hierarchy is. she doesnt want to show emotions so she makes herself a barrier by being mean is what i can gather from her conversation with kanaya. im pretty sure youre not supposed to understand her until its pointed out and rather see her as an “antagonist” at first, but yeah, her insults are more pitiful than anything and i also cant take her too seriously. i may not like her as a person but her character is interesting because you cant always have the goodie two shoes as the protags. it doesnt diversify the characterisation so i like vriska as someone who makes the plot work and it becomes more interesting since you have someone that makes it harder for the main crew to progress. a happy-go-lucky adventure with no trouble and no turnabouts would be boring in a way. so having a character like vriska, or like this new white text guy, it makes you stop for a second and realize oh shit okay, here’s where shit CAN go wrong and WHY. and i do especially like it when these bastards of characters somehow have more depth than being the “bastard characters”. kinda humanizes them in a way. doesnt mean you have to LIKE them continuously, but theyre humans (trolls whatever) in the end and every person has their own story whether its for better or for worse

for example, i like her being placed into the story, along with white text, by how its all leading to this “accident” and is slowly showing us hints on what happened, but in the end, it wont be until later that we know the full story. even if it was in the past, it apparently is very vital to the plot and shapes how the characters act in the future, so important aspects like that are to look out for. and usually they only occur when theres been some trouble within friend dynamics. so without these bastard of characters, plot wouldnt grow AS strong and i often keep that in mind when i explore a story.

anyways, I HAD A POINT TO THIS: so vriska and karkat are characters who are yes, mean, but it seems to be their personality, and the way they either show emotions and convey feelings (karkat) or make a barrier so they DONT show emotions to produce vulnerability (vriska), white text guy seems to mostly be out to be an asshole. he told vriska she was useless to sum it up but im not too sure if this is one of those “first dialogue” to mould out a bias opinion before we even get to the character themselves, but judging by how vriska and karkat played out, he surely means something bad and i dont know how to explain it. but i cannot base anything off from one piece of dialogue. i dont even know what else to call him other than white text guy so...... ill just leave that out for now, until we finally get his introduction

though, i do wish to mention, and will expand on, im not wrong when i say karkat and vriska are similar but in different context. sorry if youre favourite is karkat and you dont like vriska, or vice versa, but uhhhh their introductions are so similar its uncanny and the way they’re portrayed is the same except one is more on crack about the meddling, while the other is angry about the meddling. similar to how it was with karkat, we were introduced to vriska talking with someone we knew (tavros) whom she obviously didnt like, so obviously, from her point of view, she wanted to be menacing. like how karkat was menacing to jade because she wouldnt listen to his point... he got angry, so he lashed out. but us, the readers, didnt know that. we thought “oh god its this asshole” until we made it further in the story and started to warm up to karkat. it may not be the same with vriska, she may be a bully regardless, but you cannot tell me we moulded a bias towards her character as we did when we first read karkat. theyre both truly mean to other people, maybe both for different reasons, but i do want to point out the similarities and not leave that out. im pretty sure andrew basically gave us a conversation that formed our opinion of a character right off the bat rather than go into depth of WHY they did it, and how they are naturally without the conditions of the game. which, you can also see with vriska when she conversed with kanaya. andrew started off with a character who only appears to speak once, and makes you judge them from first appearance alone, without any explanation as to why they said what they said and how they are with other characters, let says. so you assume they were simply a rude character. now look how karkat turned out. so im guessing in homestuck, the first impression should never be the opinion you stick with until MAYBE 5 more conversations with that character (each one different)

OKAY done with the vriska introduction, now to slutquius

yes, hes kinda weird, i have stated that many times. i have no idea what to say about him other than he likes porn, he likes centaur dick which just so happens to be his lusus as well and if that isnt a red flag idk what is

he also likes his lusus milk, right from the udders of his guardian

fun times, fun times

my opinion of equius kinda.. differs. which i should really put in place the “dont judge by first impression” rule, because at first i thought he was rude with, then i thought he was hhh okay, because i understood why he was being so protective over nepeta and her team placement, since the people she was going to play with WERE dangerous. but if you think about it, both sides will probably put you in danger. it just depends on which ones you confide in more to protect your back rather than those which would cause trouble on purpose, in my HONEST opinion. so equius was a little overdramatic on that part, but i got what he meant. he was on the blue team and he didnt want to leave nepeta alone without him on the red. but then this session happened. and he went back to being weird again because of the whole porn thing, especially being so open about it like dude chill youre 13. but the thing is, then i felt bad for him because hes basically touch starved. to say that he could break anything he touches, i doubt people would go up to him for hugs. in fear they would be crushed to death by a simple hug. so im guessing hes rather lonely and doesnt really know how to interact because of this. so i felt sad that he had to live a life where he needs to be careful of everything he touches so it doesnt break randomly. see? poor dude. but then things got weird. and im pretty sure hes a masochist. so my opinion on equius is a fucking cosine graph

which brings us to the final point:

gamzee and equius’ conversation

i dont even know.....like.........gamzee was unaware that equius was using him for his own power play roleplay, right? gamzee knew it was a roleplay but it had had some.. idk.... obvious sexual implications? and i bet gamzee didnt really know that? he thought they were only venting out through a simple roleplay and trying to get closer because he originally thought equius hated him, considering equius flat out said “i hate you” and gamzee went “you tell me everyday and im okay with that” so.. gamzee probably wanted only to get closer to equius so he helped out his little problem which.. thats so sweet but i feel bad he was coerced into something he didnt get, especially since he was innocent enough to go along without knowing equius’ true gain

anyways, equius was getting off with the hierarchy thing. considering he’s “lower” than gamzee, and gamzee is surprisingly ...high on the spectrum??? so equius wanted gamzee to boss him around, because it felt only natural to him since he’s the “inferior one” and gamzee is The Big Man. like i get that, but it was written in a way that was so uncomfortable, that i wish i didnt. equius is just a weird character... hes not BAD per say, but hes... hes something alright

but im really liking gamzee. the two things which struck me in that one conversation, was the “i dont get why we should dictate people by the colour of their blood, i just see people as people” piece of dialogue and “i cant go around pleasing just everything so its alright if you hate me”

thats... so good, idk. i really liked that. i also really liked when kanaya said “youre dangerous but dangerous people are needed and are important because it shapes you” like <33 my fucking heart

god homestuck may be a tad on the weird side with some of its characters but it surely knows how to create great lines of dialogue

and that concludes the long 4 hour session i did, hope you all enjoyed it

with that, i rest

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #hs92 #hs92 end #i wrote more than i should have but i had a lot to say #just you wait for those analogy/analysis posts

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How was yellow journalism at the turn of the 19th century different then the fake news and media insanity we see today? Do you know? It seems like this has been going on for a really long time.

And you would be correct, because this has in fact been going on for a very long time (indeed, much further back than the 19th century) and is essentially the basic practice of history: figuring out how to understand, vet, classify, believe, and treat the stories that humans tell about themselves. Or as that musical that came out the other day put it: “you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.” We’re all just telling stories about things constantly, and we all want people to believe our story and treat it as the best version. Some of these stories are more fictional (and more harmful) than others, but it’s been going on for as long as there have been people.

(Or: “A Brief History of Fake News” follows below. If it doesn’t make sense, blame the fact that I had to rewrite half of it after Tumblr ate it.)

Globalization and the 24-hour news media has made it possible for “fake news” narratives to become transnational: in other words, no matter where you are in the world or what country you’re originally from, you can use some of the same content, techniques, arguments, or beliefs. For example, coronavirus deniers, no matter where they are in the world, can use the same stable of arguments: it’s fake, it’s a Chinese lab conspiracy, it’s a political stunt, it’s not that bad, you shouldn’t wear a mask, etc. They are drawing from the same essential pool of content and replicating the same themes in their particular contexts. Obviously, everyone has instant access to these narratives now and we are seeing the large-scale and damaging effects, because they can be amplified to a degree unheard-of in human history thanks to social media, TV, phones, etc, but also: it’s what humans have been doing since, well, forever.

A caveat I often have to give undergraduate students, when introducing them to medieval chronicle sources, is that they’re subjective -- that is, they’re more interested in promoting one individual, kingdom, religious viewpoint, version of events, etc, rather than aiming for an inclusive and “real” version of how things went by taking into account the experiences and arguments of all sides. This is obviously disingenuous, because it suggests that modern historians don’t do this, that they just objectively report “real facts” and there is no human bias or agenda at work in producing the result. This reflects the influence of Leopold von Ranke, a 19th-century German historian who is often viewed as the founder of the modern critical source-based historiographical method. He was a proponent of the idea that historians had to “describe the past as it actually happened,” i.e. they had to select the correct facts and build an objective narrative so that people could discover the One True Version of reality. Of course, you may realize that you.... can’t actually do that.

Historians still have to select which facts they report, how a “fact” is constructed to start with, what methodology they use, what conclusions they draw, what they focus on, what moral lessons or overall takeaways they present for their audience, etc. This reflects the 19th century’s effort to make history similar to hard science: they liked the idea that there was one single methodology that would reveal an empirically provable single ideal, that there was no human agency or bias that would influence this narrative, and the facts would magically assemble themselves into one central version that everyone would agree upon. Except this still isn’t and has never been the way it works. Historians, as human agents, mediate and manage and influence the facts they use and the conclusions they draw from sources, and it’s our job to figure out which ones are more valid and which ones are not. It’s a system of collective memory, and as I’ve said before, that collective memory is always particularly susceptible to what people (especially the rich and powerful people, who install the version of history that the rest of us learn) want to remember. This rarely includes their flaws, or things that show them to be wrong, or any challenge to their status.

Prior to the invention of film/TV/audiovisual methods in the 19th century (and since they didn’t become commercial or widespread until the 20th), everything we know about human history before that, we know because someone wrote it down. In the Western tradition, the ancient Greek historians Herodotus and Thucydides are often viewed as the “fathers” of history, because they deliberately assembled a curation of (allegedly) empirical facts in a constructed narrative with a self-stated historiographical purpose. They also make use of what, in fancy academic-speak, we might call the “topos of authority.” Every single historian has been aware that they have to provide some way for their reader to independently verify their content, or decide to believe what they’re saying against a competing version. In the olden days, they often did this by self-certifying: “I swear that everything I write here is true/I heard only from wise and trustworthy people/I spoke to an eyewitness of these events/I read a book by such-and-such authority.” But just because they SAY these things doesn’t mean they’re true, and no modern historian can take this at face value: they can’t just say, “well, my source said they were telling the truth, so that’s good enough for me.” They have to supplant with other accounts, they have to perform textual criticism and close reading, they have to find other pieces of evidence to compare. Because in a sense, all of history might be fake news. We just have to figure out which parts those are, and sometimes that’s not even the point, because it’s impossible.

For example: take the sixth-century Byzantine court historian Procopius, who wrote about the reigns of the Eastern Roman Emperor Justinian (r. 527-65) and Empress Theodora (r. 527-48). All of his official accounts of them are largely positive and flattering. But Procopius is probably best known for a work called the Secret History, where he rips into them as horrible awful people, relates lurid sexual scandals (especially about Theodora), dishes on all the bad things they did behind the scenes, so on and etc. This means that historians have been arguing ever since about which versions of Justinian and Theodora -- indeed, Procopius’s own versions of them -- we’re supposed to believe. If you want to read the Secret History, which you can do at the link above and which you should because it has amusing chapter titles like “Proving That Justinian and Theodora Were Actually Fiends in Human Form” and “How Justinian Killed a Trillion People,” you’ll come across this unrelentingly negative depiction of them, and... what? Is this a (somewhat) accurate account of the darker side of Justinian and Theodora’s bad behavior, written by an embittered Procopius after he fell out of royal favor? Is it just a total hatchet job? Was it written purely in case there was a palace coup, so Procopius could hand it to the new emperor and be like “see, I totally didn’t like those losers either, you can rely on me” and didn’t represent his actual views on the imperial couple at all? You can already see the problem if the idea is, a la von Ranke, to prove “what really happened.” Almost nobody treats the Secret History as a straightforward factual document, but they also disagree about how truthful it is, why, for what reasons, and whether it is, in fact, even a History per se.

To return (belatedly) to the idea of newspapers and yellow journalism particularly. I would say that there was no more significant event in all of human history (well, maybe a few, but not many) than the invention of the printing press in the mid-fifteenth century. It instantly and permanently transformed the way humans acquired, stored, recalled, and learned knowledge, and it lasted (and is still lasting) even in the face of smartphones and internet. Once books were no longer rare, labor-intensive, and expensive, their use exploded, it became standard practice to publish your research (by the sixteenth century, this was already happening), to learn from a book, to use other books in constructing your knowledge, and thus to encounter these narratives. The other architecture of a culture of public and general literacy developed along with it, until it was the primary medium in which all people, not just the rich and educated, learned about things. Newspapers and books and pamphlets and other printed material intensely drove the revolutions of the eighteenth century, both in America and in Europe. And obviously, these weren’t trying to tell “both sides of the story.” It became standard practice to publish your manifestos, your papers, your essays and arguments, all your supporting documents, and you were trying to convince people to your side for concrete political reasons.

So by the time you get to the 19th century, you’ve had literal CENTURIES of people deciding what they want to believe, what’s beneficial for them to believe, their viewpoint on the world, etc. Except as we discussed above re: our friend Leopold von Ranke, the 19th century develops the idea of “scientific objectivity.” Of course, in the social sciences, this often gets applied (pause for sighing) to support the idea that there is a real racial hierarchy, that western European white men are the best not because they said so, but because it’s science, it’s provable, it’s not just an opinion, It Is Trufax. Newspapers, books, and other printed material are widely available to everyone, and the 19th century is making claims to universal truth that can be discovered and applied in all disciplines, but which is just a continuation of the same subjective storytelling as before, now elevated to the status of Unimpeachable Truth. Yellow journalism isn’t really that different from what humans have always done in crafting a narrative that supports their purposes and the story they want to tell (or that they think will sell papers, because people have an endless appetite for secrets, scandals, and drama, especially if they think there is a conspiracy, real or fake, to hide it from them). They just have different tools for doing it. Of course in the 21st century, we now have journalistic ethics and a set of standards and codes of conduct for how you’re supposed to write these things, and we have respected publications that do all that, but we also still have tabloid media, when the relationship with the facts is... tenuous, at best. These institutions and tendencies never go away. They just evolve.

I realize that this was a long and rather dull ramble about the origins of historiography, but the point is this: “fake news” is literally as old as humanity and history itself, and humans have always been predisposed to select and believe the narrative that personally benefits them, fits with their ideology, makes sense of events in the way they feel is most compelling, and so on. It’s just now in the hyperconnected 21st century, “fake news” can go instantly around the globe and be exposed to anyone with an internet connection. This is not helped, as I talked about in my “death of expertise” ask, by a public forum where everybody’s contributions supposedly have to be treated “equally,” in the name of “fairness,” no matter whether someone knows anything about the topic or not. So the impact of this tendency to believe whatever the hell anyone wants has been magnified far past what has ever been the case in history before, because no matter what someone wrote or believed in the pre-internet era, they didn’t have the multi-million-exponential ability to reach absolutely everybody at once. Even print books have to be printed, circulated, purchased, read, etc, and that takes time and money, rather than just instantly having it appear on your smartphone. And we are obviously seeing the real-world consequences of that as a result.

#history #medieval history #historiography #history of literacy #long post #anonymous

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hwangsbbg · 3 years

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How I met your girlfriend - Sunwoo x reader ft Hyunjin

This is such a mess it’s basically just reader explaining her relationship with Sunwoo, her ex friend with benefits to her current boyfriend, Hyunjin.. oop

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"I don't know, maybe Netflix" I replied as Hyunjin asked me what I wanted to do when we went back to their dorm. They had finished practicing and had the rest of the day off as well as the next one.

I was sitting on his lap, his hands wrapped around my waist as we forgot about the other members in the practice room.

"Ugh, you guys are always like this" Jisung groaned, making us laugh. The other members besides him and Felix had already left and I was wondering why they were still here.

"We're waiting for some friends" Felix replied making both of us shrug as we continued talking about anything that came across our minds.

I was absolutely whipped for Hyunjin and I loved the intimacy with just sitting on his lap and occasional kisses even if we were among two other members.

After a few minutes, the door opened and I turned my head to see who was there for them. My jaw practically dropped upon seeing the familiar face of one of my best friends.

"Oh my gosh Eric" I yelled, jumping off Hyunjin and running over to give him the biggest hug.

"Hey what's up" he smiled back at me after I pulled away from the hug. Hyunjin looked at us confused as I continued talking to Eric.

"Are you alone? Felix said some friends" I asked him.

"Nah I came wi-" before he could finish his sentence, Sunwoo walked in the room.

"Sunwoo" I yelled again, wrapping my arms around him.

"Dude I missed you its been like almost a whole month" He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me before letting go.

"Have you gotten shorter or is it just me" he teased me like he always does, scanning me up and down.

"Maybe if you stopped wearing heels you wouldn't be saying that" I teased him back about the platform shoes that he sometimes wears during performances.

"Okay but dude why has it been so long since you came to see us?" Eric pointed out, playfully pouting

"Man I don't even know. I'll come over tomorrow" I replied

"Babe, we have plans tomorrow" Hyunjin intervenes, sending me a warning look.

"After tomorrow then. We should make our famous brownie recipe" I told Sunwoo who nodded in agreement.

"Wow, this entire room is full of 2000 liners I'm starting to feel like a baby" I laughed along with Eric, Jisung, Felix, and Sunwoo.

"Since when have you known the boyz members" Hyunjin cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Oh it's a long story, it's cause of Felix actually" I replied.

"Well I don't mind, we have time. How did you guys meet" Hyunjin asked me.

"Oh well.."

Flashback

"Where are we going and who's this mysterious friend we're meeting with" I asked my best friend Felix who simply smiled and replied with a "you'll see".

After a while we finally arrived to the destination. A karaoke place. I wasn't even the slightest bit surprised.

"Eric's waiting for us inside" he told me. I nodded. That name sounded way too familiar.

As soon as we got in the room reserved for us, I felt like fainting.

"The fuck Felix? Eric from The Boyz?! You could've warned me" my inner fangirl made its way out.

"I didn't think it mattered that much" he replied, resulting in me rolling my eyes at him.

"Of course it does. Hi! I'm a huge fan of your group" I turned to Eric.

"Oh really? Who's your bias?"

"I always get asked this question. So I'd say the foreign line so you, Jacob and Kevin but of course, Sunwoo as well" I replied, making him laugh.

"How old are you?"

"I'm two years younger than you"

After talking about how we were both foreigners in a way and getting to know each other more, we decided on picking a song.

"All three of us are rappers, what song should we do" Felix laughed.

"But all three of us can also sing so its all good. How about we do reveal cause I honestly love that song" I purposefully chose one of Eric's group's song to make him feel comfortable.

"You can speak Korean?" Eric asked as soon as I chose that song.

"Yeah Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix taught me as well as kdramas" I grinned before setting up the song.

"I wanna do Sunwoo's raps and Hyunjae's part at the end." I told them before we started singing.

Flashback over

"You can rap my part in Reveal" Sunwoo looked at me shocked.

"Its not that hard." I teased him.

"Harder than Infinite" he dissed my song.

"Okay, okay, I get how you met Eric but what about him" Hyunjin nodded towards Sunwoo as he pulled me back into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist as if to secure me into his lap.

I quirked an eyebrow before starting the story.

"As I said, I was already a fan of The Boyz.."

Flashback

"Come on" Eric rushed me as we walked to their dorm.

"Are you sure nobody's at the dorm cause I'm gonna panic and fangirl like crazy if any of the members are there"

"Dude, I'm sure. I think they all went to the movies or something" he replied as he opened the door to the dorms.

We walked in and he directly led me to the living room.

We quickly installed ourselves in the living room, trying to find what we could do until I proposed video games and Eric agreed.

"How about Mario Kart" He exclaimed as he began setting the game up.

"Eric? You're being so fucking loud. Did you bring back any food" I heard someone call out. That voice was all too familiar. I had heard it too many times in songs and lives..

"You said nobody was supposed to be here" I whisper yelled as I began freaking out.

"That's Sunwoo and he is nobody. Anyways if I hadn't said that you wouldn't have come" Eric explained making me groan.

Before I had the chance to reply my bias walks out, wearing only sweatpants revealing a body every guy dreams of having. Fuck.

"Do you wanna order pizza or-" He walked in and as soon as he saw me he stopped his sentence.

"Hi" I let out, completely starstruck "Hey" He replied with a small smile.

"Stop drooling A, its not a good look on you" Eric teased as he realized Sunwoo wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Shut the fuck up Eric" I glared at him.

"Sunwoo, this is my friend" "Yeah, wow, I know you, I love your song Infinite" Sunwoo cut Eric off.

"Oh wow thanks, I love all your songs" I remained starstruck

Flashback over

I finished telling Hyunjin the story obviously leaving out certain details such as me drooling over sunwoo's half naked body or fangirling over him.

"And then they became better friends than her and I and would always leave me out" Eric rolled his eyes.

"That's not true, we would always invite you to hang with us" I defended myself.

"Yeah but you guys were still constantly leaving me out. I remember Jacob wouldn't even let you guys close the door of your room in the dorms if you were alone anymore bec-"

"Eric shut the fuck up" Felix cut him off.

"Because?" Hyunjin raised an eyebrow.

"Its nothing" Jisung and Eric nervously laughed.

"Dude, you're so dumb" Felix shook his head.

"No, I wanna know what happened" Hyunjin pouted and I instantly felt bad but I just knew this was gonna piss him off.

"We liked to mess around a lot that's it. Nothing serious" I glanced at Sunwoo who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"What do you mean by mess around" Hyunjin's grip on my waist tightened.

"Well..you know... keep in mind that this whole thing was happening before we were dating"

Flashback

I was laying down with Sunwoo on his bed as we talked about our lives, career, what we wanted and what we didn't, etc.

"Yeah I get what you mean, everyone constantly wants to know what's going on in my life. I can't hang out with any girls besides you because of dating rumors. The only reason people don't go crazy about you hanging out with us is cause everyone knows you're a rapper and you hang out with a bunch of other groups." Sunwoo replied.

"Whoa, you don't hang out with any girls? Even like privately? That sucks"

"Yeah it really does but it's fine, I have you"

"Yeah but if you're in need of cuddles or sexually frustrated and stuff, it's sad you can't date"

"I mean we always cuddle. I can always cuddle you when I'm in need" He chuckled lightly.

"Yeah but what about kisses and sex and stuff like that" I might have come off as way too straightforward and intruding but it's not a problem in our friendship as we would talk about everything with no taboo topics or filter.

"Yeah well you're surrounded by a bunch of guys but you aren't dating either" Sunwoo pointed out.

"Yeah and that fucking sucks. To be honest, I kinda miss the kissing and stuff" I told him.

"I've only kissed one girl before and it wasn't even a real kiss so I can't really miss something I haven't experienced" Sunwoo admitted, making me widen my eyes.

"I mean yeah you're right but I'm really shocked. I always assumed you were super popular and had all the girls. I thought you were like a sex expert or something" I laughed, him laughing as well as I turned to my side to look at him.

"Nah, I mean if I ever got to it then maybe I would be one but I haven't gotten that far. Have you?" He asks.

"I'm as virgin as virgin can be" I laughed. "But I mean I have kissed someone before" I continued.

"So you really miss all the kissing and stuff?" He questioned. "So much" I let my eyes wander from his to his lips but only for a split second before focusing my attention back to his eyes.

"I mean if you're missing it and I haven't really done it before, why don't we kiss. Like this one time, as friends?" He suggested, making my eyes widen.

"Are you being serious" I asked, him nodding in reply as i felt heat pool in my stomach and let my eyes steal a glance at his lips once again.

"Okay" I replied, moving closer, cupping his cheeks and attaching my lips to his.

End of flashback

I had left out all the details and simply told him about the kiss.

"YOU GUYS KISSED" Hyunjin yelled, startling me as I reassured him it was a thing of the past.

"So Jacob caught you guys just kissing?" Hyunjin asked, quite skeptically, jealousy laced in his words.

His grip around me tightened as he shot discreet daggers at Sunwoo.

"Well not exactly.."

Flashback

"Hey Sunwoo" I knocked on the room door, waiting for him to answer. I had just finished recording and decided to surprise him.

"It's open" He replied, monotone and probably expressionless judging from the sound of his voice.

"What's wrong" my smile faded as soon as I saw his reaction. I had expected him to be a little more happy about seeing me as I took some time from my free time to see him.

"Nothing, I'm just kinda frustrated" He admitted, sat down in the middle of his bed as I stayed standing after closing the door.

I had called earlier before dropping by so I knew Haknyeon and Eric, who shared a room with Sunwoo were out with Juyeon and Changmin.

The other members were also out doing whatever they wanted to do or had to do as they were free for the day.

"Why" I tilted my head, waiting for him to vent out his frustrations.

"I've been working on this song for so long and I can't fucking finish it and I feel like I'm letting everyone down cause it's supposed to be on our next album" He huffed, running his hands through his hair.

I knew Sunwoo was one who had alot of confidence in himself but he was also someone who was really hard on himself.

"What do you mean, if you can't finish it that means you've already started and that's already alot" I told him.

"What good is starting though if I can't complete it" He explained.

" Hey, come on, I watched you write a song in like 20 minutes. If you're having a writer's block, don't force it. You'll see, it'll come to you naturally" I stood in front of him, laying a hand on his shoulder, offering him as much comfort and support as he needed.

"I really hope so" He sighed.

"Stop being so hard on yourself, you're really amazing and I know you can do this" I smiled at him, finally seeing that smile of his appear for the first time since I got here.

"You are the best" He grinned, pulling my arm until I fell onto his lap and wrapping his arms around me for a hug.

"Thank you for that" He chuckled, continuing to hug me, as I hugged back, glad he wasn't so frustrated anymore.

We had always been this close, it certainly hadn't been the first time since I've sat in his lap but it was the first ever since that kiss.

He pulled away from the hug, his arm still around my waist as he began staring at me, a blush creeping on his cheeks and without a warning, he was kissing me.

I froze for two seconds before responding to the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms tightening around my waist.

We had both forgotten about the fact that we were supposed to be 'just friends' as soon as our lips connected and began moving in harmony.

He moved his hand to the back of my head, pulling me even closer if it were possible, and began sucking on my bottom lip as I let out a soft whimper.

"Wait" I pulled away, earning a confused and disappointed look from him.

"Sorry, did I take it too far" He asked, guilt lacing his words as I shook my head.

"Not at all" I shook my head, giggling before moving my legs so that I was straddling him.

He gave me a surprised look before I reattached our lips, not wasting any time this time around.

I tugged at his bottom lip, causing him to instinctively open his mouth as I slipped my tongue inside of it.

He let out a groan as his tongue followed mine, messing around and clashing with each other as our lips continued moving in a messy order.

He began shuffling as I moved my hips, rutting against him, without breaking the kiss.

"You okay?" I asked him as he kept moving around. "It just feels really good" he breathed out making me grin before I continued kissing him.

I continued rutting my hips against him upon hearing how good it made him feel. I could feel him hardening against me, sending waves to the already forming pool of heat in my stomach.

I felt his hands snake under my shirt, roaming my bare body as he became completely hard underneath me.

He began tugging on my shirt as I let out a curse from the stimulating feeling of his hard on under me with only his pants and mine separating us.

I pulled away staring at him as he cautiously removed my shirt, tossing it on the bed next to us before finally setting his eyes on me.

"Wow" he breathed out, taking in my shirtless form with only my bra preventing me from being completely bare from the waist up. I did the same, removing his shirt and trying my best not to drool over his shirtless figure.

He reattached our lips, his hands this time going to my breast, fondling with them over and under my bra as I let out heavy breaths, my hands roaming his chest and abs.

He moved his hands to my side, steadying me as he attached his lips to my collarbone making me whimper and breath an almost inaudible 'fuck'.

I let him conduct my movement as he began moving my hips, his hands firmly gripping my ass as he controlled the speed at which my I would grind against him. His mouth was still attached to my collarbone when the door suddenly opened.

"OH MY GOSH" we quickly pulled away, with me jumping off of him and both of us staring at where the loud yell came from.

There stood Eric and Jacob at the doorway with Eric laughing as Jacob gave us a shocked and horrified look.

"I leave you two alone for not even an hour and this is what happens" Jacob's voice rose in disbelief, attracting more people.

As I saw Juyeon and Chanhee appearing at the doorway, I realized I was still only in my bra and grabbed my shirt, putting it in front of me to cover myself.

"Can you stop staring" Sunwoo accused his members when it was really just Juyeon and Eric. Chanhee was just laughing at the situation while Jacob remained dumbfounded.

"You guys aren't allowed to close the door when you're alone anymore. Ok" Jacob raised an eyebrow.

"Can't afford to have a baby running around here" He muttered as I nodded in understanding, extremely embarrassed while Sunwoo groaned, pulling his shirt back on.

End of flashback

"He just caught us making out" I oversimplified the situation, leaving out most details.

If looks could kill, everyone in this room would already be dead and Hyunjin would be charged with murder.

"And that's all you two did together" Hyunjin questioned as I bit down on my bottom lip, contemplating how to tell him the truth but Sunwoo spoke up before I did.

"Yeah that's all he caught us doing"

"No I mean ever. Is that all you've ever done together?"

"I mean- not exactly-"

"What do you mean not exactly- you didn't-"

"Have sex?" Sunwoo asked, Hyunjin staring at me, waiting for my answer.

"We did" I groaned, not wanting Hyunjin to have known but the information was bound to have come out sooner or later.

Flashback

"I promise you no one's here this time. They all went out but I told them I was feeling sick so they should be gone for like 3 hours at least" Sunwoo reassured me as we sat in his room.

"So like how do we start this?" I looked down, fidgeting with my fingers as I had no idea where to start.

Sunwoo and I had continued this 'friends with benefits' thing for a good year now and we both wanted to take it to the next level.

We had done alot with each other this past year and at this point it felt nothing less than right to lose our virginities to each other.

I trusted him. He trusted me. Even if this was just some friends with benefits kind of relationship I still wanted him to be my first.

"I don't really know.. I mean we could start from like how we usually do and move on from there" Sunwoo proposed as I nodded.

As soon as he had my consent he leaned forward, pulling me into a very soft kiss, taking his time with his one hand around my waist and the other holding onto the back of my neck.

I smiled into the kiss when he tugged at my bottom lip, immediately granting him entrance as he pulled me closer to him until I was straddling him.

He pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead on mine as he smiled at me before grabbing onto the hem of my shirt and removing the shirt in one swift movement.

"This isn't even the first time I've seen you like this but fuck" He muttered as I grinned, reaching forwards to remove his own shirt.

"I could say the same for you" I eyed his bare upper body before he reattached our lips for another kiss.

The kiss didn't last as long as his lips quickly began travelling south to my jaw, then to my neck where it took it's time, working on a certain sport that had my toes curling until he moved down to my shoulder and began sucking on it.

His hands meanwhile, rested on my ass, squeezing them and using them to grind his hips into mine resulting in the both of us spilling out curse words left and right.

As he continued to suck on my shoulders, his hands reached behind my back to the hook of my bra, unclasping it and fully removing it, revealing my bare chest.

"Fuck" he moved back up to my lips, his hands grabbing hold of my breasts and cupping them, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"One second babe" He pulled away, flipping us around and laying me on the bed as he hovered over me.

His lips quickly went to my breasts as his free hand went to my thigh, rubbing on it and moving closer and closer to my heat.

His fingers trailed across my inner thigh, teasing me, squeezing on it, rubbing on it before he hooked his fingers on the waistband of my skirt before pulling it down, leaving me in nothing but my underwear as he smirked at the sight.

"Wow" he said nothing more as he ran a finger up my covered slit, causing me to shiver in excitement as I moved my hand to his jeans button.

I teased him first by palming his boner, squeezing it through the thick material before unbuttoning his jeans and watching him completely remove it himself.

I pulled him back down, kissing his neck but making sure not to leave any noticeable marks before moving to his shoulders, biting, nibbling and sucking on them, creating dark red and purple spots all the way unto his collarbones.

He let out a few breathy moans here and there as I rubbed his underwear covered erection with my free hand before I pulled him into a messy kiss, swallowing his moans.

Without breaking the kiss, his fingers trailed to the hem of my underwear, resting on my waist for a few seconds before he began tugging it down ever so slowly, only pulling away long enough for me to completely remove it.

"F-fuck" I bit down on his lip as he ran a finger down my slit, collecting the self produced lube made of my arousal before inserting his ring finger without so much as a warning.

"How're you gonna take my cock if you're this tight around just one finger" He groaned, curling his finger before he began moving it.

Then he added another one. And another one, reveling in my moans and whimpers are his fingers stretched me out.

"Sh- please don't stop" I whimpered, breathlessly as his fingertips continued tapping against a toe curling spot.

"F-fuck Sunwoo I want you" I cried as he continued his actions, his thumbs rubbing circular motions against my clit.

"How much do you want me, tell me" He groaned into my ear, his thumb moving even faster than before.

"So fucking badly please" I begged before he removed his fingers, my walls clenching around nothing but the air of the room as I let out a whine.

He simply smirked, standing up before removing his boxers, his erection slapping against his stomach.

My eyes widened at the size of his cock, his angry red tip and the veins running across his length had me wondering how the hell it was gonna fit.

I watched as he grabbed the condom next to him before quickly putting it on, positioning himself at my entrance.

He teased me for a few seconds, rubbing the tip of his length against my clit before he began pushing into me.

"Fuck" I gripped the sheets, not used to such a stretch as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

No words were said as we both eased ourselves into the situation, him pushing himself further until it was all inside of me.

He bent down to place a kiss on my forehead before his head went to the crook of my neck as he began moving, slowly, his hot breath fanning my neck.

I let out a whimper as he dived right back in, repeating his movements until the pleasure really kicked in, and it felt out of this world.

It was much more different than just fingers and it felt much better as well.

"Fuck Sunwoo, keep going" I threw my head back as he continued thrusting his hips into mine.

Sunwoo moaned, his hand going to my breast, the other holding on to my thigh, as he began rubbing on my breast, his movement speeding up.

"Right there" I yelled as he reached a place I had never felt before, releasing a pool of pleasure in the pit of my stomach.

"You take me so well fuck" Sunwoo bit down on his lip, removing his face from my neck to readjust his position.

"You're so fucking hot" He stared at me, grabbing onto my thighs and placing them above his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper.

His hips moved even faster and with much more vigor as his cock slammed into that spot that had my vision going blurry as I got lost in the pleasure.

"Sunwoo I- I think" "Me too baby." He continued his actions, grabbing onto my waist as he pounded into me until something in me clicked.

I let out a loud moan of overwhelming pleasure as I released, Sunwoo's actions slowly down as he also reached his high.

He slowly pulled out, making me wince at the feeling before rolling off of me, laying beside me.

"That was even better than I imagined" He admitted as I giggled, nodding.

"Same"

"Are you tired" he turned to look at me, seeing me fighting away the sleep from my eyes.

"We can sleep, we just have to get dressed before the others get back" He got up, collecting our scattered clothes and handing mine to me.

"We can shower when we wake up if you want" he smiled after we finished dressing. I smiled back at him, wrapping my arm around his waist and putting my head on his chest, dozing off to sleep.

End of flashback

"You guys were so obvious though. Everyone knew you were fucking especially the first time when we got back" Eric shook his head as I shot him a glare, looking over to Hyunjin before speaking up.

"But it was in the past now and now I'm with you and we haven't done anything since you and I began dating" I reassured him as I saw him frowning.

"I swear I would never cheat on you or anything, I'm yours Hyunjin" I continued, pressing my palm on his cheek and forcing him to look at me.

"How many times have you guys been together" Hyunjin asked, finally looking at me, a pout prominent on his face. I felt really bad.

I couldn't answer his question. Like countless of times counting the occasional blowjobs and such that had occurred.

"It doesn't matter. That was before you and I were even together okay" I huffed, trying to get him to understand me.

"And you don't like him anymore" Hyunjin asked.

"I like you" I told him planting a small kiss on his lips before he spoke up again.

"I know you like me. But do you like him?" He asked.

I mean of course I liked Sunwoo. He was my best friend, my first time. He was there for me in countless situations.

"Not in the way I like you" there really was a difference. I didn't know what it was exactly, I just knew Hyunjin was the guy I wanted to marry and Sunwoo was my first time and someone I really trusted and cared for.

I could see Hyunjin still frowning and I completely understood where he was coming from. I knew that I was his first time and he knew I had already done it but not with Sunwoo who was still my best friend.

"Look Hyunjin, everything that happened was in the past. We even joke about it now. She really does love you, last week she kept talking about you while we were together" He explained, me nodding in agreement.

Hyunjin huffed, slowly nodding his head before telling the others that we were leaving as we already had plans.

"Maybe next time we have sex we should invite Sunwoo so I show him how much better I can make you feel" Hyunjin whispered as we made our way out of the room after saying our goodbyes to anyone.

"Please your jealous ass could never handle us including Sunwoo in our sex life" I rolled my eyes as he raised an eyebrow.

"Wanna bet?"

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zorilleerrant · 3 years

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If you think children of color don’t need books telling them that they’re people, you’re underestimating the impacts of structural white supremacy. In the same way that girls benefit from books saying that women are people with agency and full lives, in the same way that poor kids benefit from books saying that poverty is not a just punishment for some perceived inadequacy, in the same way queer kids benefit from books that say hey some people do this and it’s fine: nonwhite kids need books that confirm their personhood.

Now, the main difference here is that, in the Western Canon/common schoolbooks, books about women tend to be written by women, books about poor people tend to be written by poor people (or people who grew up poor), and books about queer identity tend to be written by queer people (until recently, where there is a noticeable drop in quality). Whereas schoolbooks about nonwhiteness and racial marginalization tend to be written by white people. Sympathetic white people, maybe, but still.

And if you want to make an argument that those should be replaced by similar books written by poc, absolutely! That’s been, you know, an idea gaining traction over decades. But you have to understand, most of these still are written to a presumed white audience, at least in part. (In the same way so much of women’s fiction is written to inform men, and so much of queer fiction is written to inform straight people, and fiction about poverty must necessarily appeal to the sensibilities of the middle class and above to be traditionally published.) And to some extent that’s necessary to combat a worldview that always appeals to white authority even among poc, and in a much more real sense it’s necessary to make it into a mainstream curriculum at all.

Now, there are a lot of books that are just racist without a lot else going for them, or that contain a lot of racism that doesn’t add anything to the text. And, sure, nix them. (For example: nobody but nobody needs to read The Good Earth.) But, of course, a larger overhaul is really necessary there, because most sort of Classic Literature no longer fits its intended purpose. Much of it just isn’t socially salient anymore, regardless of what bigotry is or isn’t included. Did you know that most white kids who read To Kill A Mockingbird grow up thinking Atticus Finch isn’t a racist? So obviously cuing is not always clear, and I think a good amount of the curriculum can be replaced with contemporary literature that’s reevaluated every few years and achieve the same goals more effectively.

However, there’s an additional problem, which is that the school curriculum needs to have touchpoints in common to allow a sort of casual interpersonal connection in an academic environment. There need to be educational experiences in common across schools for people to be able to talk about their school experiences and work together. This is an important thing for cooperation in higher education! But that means that the “representative” authors are limited to a select few everyone has already heard of and agrees are Real Literature (Toni Morrison, Amy Tan, Sherman Alexie), which kind of serves to reinforce bias against signal boosting more obscure works. Or, on the other end, you pick a work by any author of color at random, but use only curated white authors, which leads to. Well. The appearance that authors of color kind of suck.

There’s no clear answer there (although the answer, for sure, is not just ‘assume everything currently assigned is fundamentally worthless’) and there’s a lot of work to change the system wide approach to teaching literature in schools, something which probably needs to reassess its goals anyway. But there is something useful in each individual case, regardless of its place within a racist system, which I hardly ever see mentioned in these arguments.

Elementary school teachers should be changing early literacy education. They’re allowed to curate their own classroom libraries and pick the books they read to the class, and they should pick things with more racial diversity. This is especially important in picture books, where kids can literally see the physical appearance of a variety of people. In chapter books and read-aloud books, too, though, there tends to be a weighting towards ‘oh I loved this as a child!’ and I’m sure you did, but all those stories have white protagonists. (Or the teacher intentionally curates them to only have one specific race that mostly makes up their class, leading to a sense of ostracization, like each race has different, separate but equal, books. Or, worse, reads the white book to most of the class and hands the nonwhite student a different one.)

And people don’t discuss this, because they don’t think of children’s literature as part of the Real Canon, and because they think, oh, that’s just what people read as children, it’s not really going to impact how they perceive Grown Up Literature once they reach adulthood, because everyone knows you can compare Nobel Prize Winners to Shakespeare, but no one’s going to compare them to Clifford or Amelia Bedelia. But pre-literacy and early literacy education really do set the foundations of what people expect out of a book, even regardless of the other social factors at play.

So, yeah, “racism bad u guise” is a bit simplistic for a modern high schooler, and often written by people without firsthand knowledge, and often written for people without firsthand knowledge. But I think it’s a bit telling that those are always the books people want to argue if we “really need”, when half of what people read in school is books telling you that WWI was violent or the Great Depression sucked, which seems markedly less relevant to the modern child, and yet their place in the canon isn’t questioned. Because if we’re going to pick books to toss, I think we should start with Of Mice and Men, not Huckleberry Finn.

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grlsgen · 3 years

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my favorite 2020 kpop songs

there were some bangers this year... this includes title tracks & bsides and everything else under the sun.

i always got shit to say and i always see youtube videos like this but i simply can’t edit so here we are

you never know - blackpink

okay yeah i didn’t really fw hylt or lovesick girls when i first heard them but when i listened to the album you never know really stuck with me... i never get sick of it. definitely the best track off the album imo. rosé’s prechorus has made me cry a few times ngl

alien - lee suhyun

alright miss thing... i was obsessed with this song when i first heard it... the pre chorus with the ooo ooo ooo and the switch to the chorus is so good it gets me every time. she’s cute i like her... while we’re here i’ll also mention i really liked her ost in your time for it’s okay to not be okay.. i loved that drama and that’s my fav ost from it.. but anyway

lalalilala - april

They Served. Big time. the music video is so pretty and the song was stuck in my head for 6 months straight... they really did the damn thing with this. kinda sounds like an apink song but that’s a compliment... overall this whole comeback was really good and deserved better. honorable mention : the bside on this ep you.zip is so good too

open your eyes - iz*one

this is all i listened to for months after bloomiz dropped... izone’s music is really a hit or miss for me and i didn’t really vibe with fiesta but i’m so glad i gave the album a chance because open your eyes is definitely in my top 5 releases of this year. their other bside dreamlike is really good too

the book of us : the demon - day6 album

now where do i start with this... to this day i am still obsessed with 1 to 10... like that’s gotta be the best off this album imo. zombie was so good and i really liked the lyrics. the album as a whole was really really good. i sound like a broken record

children - bvndit

oh boy... another one of my top 5 releases from this year. not only is the overall sound of this amazing but i love the lyrics too. these girls deserve so much better

d-2 - agust d/yoongi/suga mixtape

my king. i shit myself when this dropped ngl... i don’t even know how to elaborate on how much i love this. daechwita was stuck in my head for the longest time.. i think the highlights off this for me have to be people, honsool & dear my friend. this mixtape was really a moment.. i love yoongi y’all

love again - baekhyun / underwater - baekhyun

alright alright .. i put these two together since they’re from the same album idk but it took a while for candy to grow on me but i’ve loved these since i first heard them... i was Obsessed. the final bridge/chorus whatever the hell thing he does in love again put me into shock for 3 months straight and the beat in underwater is heavenly

the dream chapter : eternity - txt ep

this serve. has to be my favorite from txt yet... rookies with the best discography fr. i love dark concepts and really like that they did something different with this. can’t you see me was Amazinggg. fairy of shampoo has to be one of the best songs i’ve ever heard it’s insane. i also really liked eternally, who else has that range... Nobody. top to bottom this ep is really good, i hope they do another dark concept like this again soon bc this hit big time

eight - iu & suga

it took a while for this to grow on me but whew...when it did... kinda makes me feel like i’m in a coming of age movie and i like that, makes me nostalgic for that. eight soty, they both did great on this

# - loona ep

Now... Cmon. so what was either a hit or miss for a lot of people but something i think everyone can agree on is that the bridge is godsent. like that shit makes me cry sometimes. the music video was really good, i always come back to the subway/train scene. number 1 is also so damn good. overall i really loved this ep. they really ate with this one

eyes wide open - twice album

when i first heard this album i didn’t like it That much but it’s really grown on me lately. the whole retro trend was fun and then it got a little overdone so i was tired of it by the time this dropped but actually.. some of the bsides are insanely good. behind the mask is definitely a highlight for me, mina’s bridge is heavenly. i love mina so bad. but anyway, i can’t stop me took some time to grow on me as well but it always gets stuck in my head. i also really like up no more & depend on you, they’re cute

maybe - gidle

Y’all... i love this song. it’s short and simple but it was so addicting to me. i really like that one part in the last two choruses if you know what i’m talking about (i’m not sure who sings it ? some people say soyeon some say shuhua idk, shuhua my queen btw) and soojin’s verse in the bridge hits. to this day i’m still obsessed with this song

a song written easily - oneus

this is so underappreciated, this is easily one of my favorite title tracks released all year. i’m not a huge fan of beat drops but this one was really nice imo, i also liked the lead in before the drop and the final chorus. this was really good and i never get sick of it

wannabe - itzy

CUT THE DAMN CAMERAS.... no fr this is my #1 favorite song released this year. talented brilliant incredible amazing... itzy seriously ate up everyone with this. i keep going back to this song it’s insane. iconic choreo good mv good styling amazing song.. like everything here lined up. i don’t know how they’ll ever top this for me. definitely my soty (next to psycho)

black swan - bts

this is excellent idk what else to say. i thought it was just okay when i first heard it but it’s seriously so good, me being yoongi biased i loved that he got multiple verses but i love the do your thing with me now breakdown part too. the choreo is one of my favorite from them and the mv was really pretty. black swan is one of my favorite movies so the comparisons with it made me love this song more. overall, probably my favorite off mots7

my time - jungkook of bts

jungkook always has the best album solos fr. i loved this the second i heard it, kinda justin bieber esque but it’s so good. i love the lyrics and transition it takes thru the song. the chorus hits man.. this song always makes me a little sad but he really did amazing on this

monster - red velvet irene & seulgi ep

my queens what can i say. i was so excited for this unit and they did not disappoint. monster still hits, aged like wine. the best track is fr feel good, i still have it on repeat.. insanely good. seulgi really delivered with uncover, it’s so beautiful. i think sm’s intention was always to have a subunit this year but i thought it was smart to do while wendy was recovering, hoping for ot5 soon y’all..

never gonna dance again : act 2 - taemin album

taemin my king wtf!!! i loved criminal so i was really excited for this and of course... he always delivers. top to bottom i loved this album, he really did amazing on it. identity might be the best song i’ve ever heard... and of course i loved the collab with wendy 🙏 overall such a good album, taemin always serves the best

pporappippam - sunmi

what can i say i love a little retro tune. even though i just said earlier i was sick of it idc i loved this. sunmi always shows up, i don’t know what else to say. this song never gets old

dystopia : the tree of language - dreamcatcher album

i didn’t expect to love this album as much as i did... i don’t listen to it as often anymore but i can’t deny that scream was a major serve. every time i hear it it’s like the first time... their bside jazz bar was so good. dreamcatcher’s bsides always hit what can i say

12:00 - loona ep

Yes. why not is not necessarily my favorite title from them ever (it’s butterfly, btw) but it’s always stuck in my head... obviously i loved voice/star, was obsessed for weeks and i was happy they decided to promote it a little. styling on those stages were so cute btw. i also loved fall again from this ep, chuu sounds angelic on it. loona had some amazing cbs this year

la di da - everglow

Obsessed. i watched every stage as they dropped and listened to this every 5 seconds, Amazing. sihyeon really owned this era for me and shes my bias so of course i ate this whole thing up. this was definitely one for the books, what more can i say

literally everything gfriend released this year

this might be their best year yet for releases imo, i really liked how they tried out different concepts and sounds this year, i’ve always loved their music but the switch was refreshing yknow. crossroads was so good, i loved that mv. here we are is still on repeat almost a year later... and now APPLE. apple was so mf good. i love that they decided to do a dark concept, this song really fit them well, still obsessed w it. mago might be my least fave out of the 3 but it’s still so good. don’t even get me started on yuju in the mv.. Queen. i liked the subunits on walpurgis night, especially better me. gfriend had a really good year imo, they deserved more for it.

Anyways. that was my 2 cents.

wannabe & psycho soty

#kpop #red velvet #bts #itzy #twice #gfriend #so many good ass songs this year #hoping 2021 is even better...#txt #baekhyun #everglow #loona #taemin

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not-you-30 · 4 years

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You know what is so incredibly annoying about Army?

The fact that they think BTS are gods. That they are the best out of the best and nobody can even dare to compare to them. And generally it's okay if you think that BUT the thing is most Armys who say such things aren't even familiar with the stuff they compare BTS with. Im pretty sure some of them have never seen a whole Taemin performance when they say Jimin is better than them, Im sure they haven't even heard Changbin rap when they say Suga raps better than him, they have probably never heard Chen's or D.O.'s vocals when they say JK sings better. And that's just disrespectsful and it seriously drives me crazy! Like most of those groups are BTS seniors and it's a huge deal in Korea to disrespect your seniors! Im sure BTS doesn't like that as well.

I love my bias groups as well but I acknowledge other idol's talents. For example I still think Seventeen have some of the best choreos in kpop and I don't even stan them, I know GD is one of the best and most creative rappers out there and I don't stan Big Bang. I don't have to stan a band to acknowledge their talent and know that some of my idols can't compete with them in certain areas (yet).

Again it's fine when you think your bias is better than some other idol BUT at least listen to their song or watch their choreo/performance first.

Im pretty sure these people are in every fandom but since BTS is especially a kpop fandom for kpop "beginneres" - it happens so often within the fandoms. Newsflash - they are not superior just because they've got more likes, votes or views!

No hate of course! (I personally like BTS but obviously Im no Army) I respect every kpop group, it's just so annoying it drives me crazy.

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Heyooooo I stumbled across your blog and IM IN LOVE HOLY CRAP 🥺💕 I was wondering if I could request an ateez reaction to reader confessing/them finding out that a diff member was readers bias before they started dating? 👀

A/N: Thank you so much! And so I kind of tried to twist this request so I could get both ideas in there. I hope you like it! Sorry it took me forever lmao

Summary: You confess to Ateez and they are surprised (but relieved) because they had thought another member was your bias.

Hongjoong:

Joongiieeeeeeeeeee

Sweetheart

SO nervous to tell you he likes you

He sits you down in an empty room so the guys won’t interrupt

His hands are shaking

As soon as you sit down he’s rambling

stuttering a lot

trying his best to keep his cool but failing miserably

now you’re nervous bc you don’t know why he wanted to talk in the first place

you’re brain is like “he’s gonna tell you he doesn’t want to be your friend” or summ

so all of a sudden you’re just like “JOONGIE I LIKE YOU”

and he shuts right up

he :o

You’re so worried that you just messed up your entire friendship but you really wanted him to cut to the chase and it just popped out

Then he starts smiling

kinda creepy bc he still hasn’t said anything

when he finally snaps out of it he’s yelling

OMG OMG OMG ME TOOOOOO

and he’s squishing your cheeks and giving you Eskimo kisses aw

but then he stops and you’re blushing like crazy

and he blurts “thought you liked Mingi but ill TAKE IT”

“Well I do but like….not like that…”

He’s smiling and asking you so many questions bc he wants to know your comfort level and boundaries and everything before you guys even make it official

just a happy baby and is so excited to be with you

Seonghwa:

Honestly with him, it’s an accident

one day you’re hanging out like normal

but you cannot stop staring (but I cant blame you)

He catches you and he blushhhhh

You smile, but he’s so dreamy you’re kind of out of it honestly

And it just comes out

“I like you, Seongie”

Whoops

Takes you a minute to register what you even said, but his eyes are huge

he’s like excusez-mhwa (lol see what I did) I thought you liked Wooyoung

And you get this weird burst of confidence, like since it’s already out there

and you repeat yourself

“I literally just said I liked you”

Then he smiles super big

moves towards you super quick

Kisses you straight out the gate no question

When he finally pulls away you’re like

“Does that mean you like me too?”

“yes”

“good”

and he makes quick work of telling everybody bc he’s so thrilled

Yunho:

(Can you tell im loving the ears?)

Teddy bear baby

You’re doing some platonic cuddling one day and watching a movie

Probably a scary movie

And every once in a while you hide your face in his chest bc it’s too scary

and he’s so endeared

you’re like I need someone to protect me (but he misses that very obvious flirtation)

“Lemme get jongho”

DUMBASS

and you straight up tell him no

“Why not I thought you like him”

“Want you to protect me”

Yunho just blank-face stares at you

totally not getting it

Would never imagine you could like him over jongho

poor baby doesn’t know his worth

So you just tell him like, homie, I like you come cuddle

He smiles so big “OOOhhhhhh”

Jumps back into cuddles without argument

mumbling into your hair about how much he likes you too and how long he’s been waiting to tell you and thank god you don’t like jongho and AHHHH

“shut up im still tryna watch the movie”

straight up turns the TV off

cheeseball force-cuddles you for the rest of your life while simultaneously texting the group chat like “guess who just confessed!!!!”

the guys text back like “ey you finally did it?”

“me? no y/n”

Yeosang:

the day you resolve to tell him you like him ends up being a day where he’s super tired

so when you tell him you like him he cant even register what just happened

“what” x60

and then he figures it out and he’s like “oh ditto just thought you were crushing on Hongjoong)”

DITTO?! you totally ignore the hongjoong comment bc…. YOUR CRUSH LIKES YOU BACK

you’re excited now and he’s trying so hard to match your energy but poor baby just cant right now

“since you’re my girlfriend now can we cuddle”

Duh, who would say no to that?

And then you’re cuddling and he’s half asleep on you and you’re so excited and fidgety

He keeps waking up to pinch you so you’ll stay still

like “SORRY IM SO FULL OF LOVE”

and he’s giggling

He is genuinely happy but he’s so sleepy

so he just squeezes you too him as hard as he can being that tired

and you eventually calm down enough to stay still

and he’s like thank god

“if you’re like this every time im trying to sleep im breaking up with you”

“ALREADY?!”

San:

Since he’s typically super high energy and hyper its really hard for you to get him to chill out long enough to confess

but when he sees that you’re really nervous he gets super worried about you bc he cute like that

and he’s fussing over you

feeling your forehead and holding your hands and offering to get you water and making you sit down

“SAN CHILL IM JUST NERVOUS BC I LIKE YOU”

big ol’ gasp

“but what about Yunho”

Boy what are you talking about

“you like him”

No, you

Really?

SAN DO YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME OR NOT

“oh for sure”

Big cheesin’

Kisses all over your face and then runs to find the guys

screaming the whole time

Mingi:

The day you tell him you’re just hanging out with the members

and you’re all watching different music videos for fun and just being excited about the stuff you love together

and one of their videos pops up in the queue and you’re LIKE SEONGHWAAAAAAAAAAA (just bc he’s your buddy and you wanna hype him”

Mingi is pouting already

obviously he loves his hyung but like hey

Mingi’s bitter “what does he have that I don’t…I have stuff he doesn’t: im taller….”

And obviously you hear his mumbling

and you just give him kissy on his cheek

He’s so surprised

then he shows up in the music video and you flip out even more just to prove you like him

and he gets the message and does that laugh

WAHAHAHA

ya know the one

and he grabs you and your back is pressed to his chest and he’s kissing the top of your head repeatedly

the guys finally yell at you to stop or leave like aint nobody tryna see that

so you guys take their advice and scoot for Date #1

Wooyoung:

you didn’t actually tell wooyoung that you liked him

you were telling your friend over the phone and he overheard you

nosy fool

but as soon as he hears you gushing he stops to listen

fully thinking that you’re talking about San

but then he hears his name and he screams “ME?!”

and runs to scoop you up and spins you so fast you drop your phone

then he picks it up and tells your friend byebye

gives you smooches all over your face not realizing that you’re literally dying of embarrassment

he literally just heard you whining about how bad you wanna kiss him and being super mushy and gross

Wooyoung does not care, he’s just relieved that you like him too

“we’re dating now”

kisses you on the lips for a little then he’s like “CAN I TELL EVERYONE”

and you still haven’t said anything bc you’re so shocked and embarrassed

but he doesn’t wait for you to answer he just runs out while you stand there with wide eyes and swollen lips

Jongho:

Jongho is really shy around you already

And he thinks that you like Yeosang so he is always careful

doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and he’s so respectful always

so when you sit super close to him one day he’s so stiff

and doesn’t want to move away bc he likes you and also doesn’t want you to be offended

but also doesnt want to do anything wrong

You sigh and you look at him

he melts

“Jonho can I tell you something”

uhoh

immediately assumes he did something wrong and tries to scoot away

but you grab his hand and he stays

“I like you”

He exhales so loud, he was holding his breath and he didn’t even know

he smiles and tells you he likes you too

but since there’s other people in the room he refuses to do anything

like he’s a romantic and he wants your first moments as an official couple to be only yours

so he takes you to another room and kisses you super soft

just so loving as soon as you tell him

cant wait to spend time with you as more than just friends

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez fluff #fluff #jongho #hongjoong #mingi #seonghwa #yeosang #wooyoung #yunho #fanfiction

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quirkypossum · 4 years

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nobody reads this or my fics buuuut, you know how in my Sasha fics how Susan is a huge dick to him? I’ve given it more thought and realized that some people might not get the whole dealio behind that and why it isn’t Ed who is big dick.

so most narnians don’t trust Sasha because his mommy is Jadis Queen Bitch. Ed is more wary than anything of Sasha. He doesn’t outright hate Sash, but he doesn’t like him either. The reason I don’t have him being major dicko to ice boy is because of Ed’s personality. He just isn’t outspoken after he’s saved in LWW. Susan on the other hand, well she gets told by Santa himself that she has no problem making herself heard. She’s also very protective of her siblings, I’d argue that she’s as protective as Peter if not a little more, just in a different way. Sooooo, she resents Sasha for his past and feels like she can take out her anger at Jadis for hurting Ed on Sasha. Not to mention the obviousness of Peter’s attraction to Sasha. She doesn’t want Ed hurt more, and she doesn’t want Peter to be manipulated by him.

I know in Sasha’s character sheet I said that she starts to come around to the idea that Sasha isn’t so bad after Peter tells her that he really loves Sasha, but now that I’m thinking about it more I feel like she wouldn’t really care about that and just continue to feel like Peter’s being manipulated. So I have big idea to have Sasha save or help Ed somehow and that is what changes her mind, this then removes Ed’s bias as well which fixes the clicheness of my plan before for him changing his mind was to have Sasha basically take a bullet (poisoned food cause I’m predictable trash) for Peter and Lucy.

Hoo, rant over.

#can you tell I’ve been up for almost 24 hours???#the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie x oc #oc: sasha #the possum speaks

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dragonleesupporter · 5 years

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Conviction of Flight

WhooooOOOooo! This is my first Sanders Side fanfic ever, so please be gentle with the critique, but I still love improving upon myself, so constructive criticism is welcomed! I originally got these ideas from other Sanders Sides writers like ravenleewriter and fluffymary, so I thank them!

Yikes this is bad… sorry.

Summary: All the sides have wings, except nobody knows that Virgil has wings, as he’s convinced the others that he doesn’t have them. With Deceit constantly pestering him and gaining more power from his lies, Virgil finally confesses and him and others discover that his wings are incredibly ticklish and use this newfound weakness as a “punishment” for lying.

[WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

[WARNING: SOME TRIGGERS]

Patton was making steak and cream-based broth that night, and despite knowing Roman would most likely throw a fit over the whole thing, Virgil couldn’t help but stuff his face once his plate was handed to him by the fatherly side. Patton’s cooking was just so good. The fatherly trait continued to cook the rest of the meal for the other sides who hadn’t shown up yet.

Patton’s wings poked out from his back, a light brown shade with teal blue at the tips. Feathers round and soft, like flower petals. Patton, himself, had resewn everyone’s clothing so they could be free with their wings after all of them had confessed they had them. All but Virgil, that is.

“Evening, Virgil.” Logan walked into the dining room, adjusting his tie and placing his hands together. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind a small examination to figure out if we can aid you in your… absent aerial necessity.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the logical side, continuing to stuff food into his mouth and took a sip of his glass.

“H-he means… your missing wings…” Patton added hesitantly and the darker side nearly spit out his drink, eyes wide open in shock.

“I’ll take that reaction as a no then…” Logan sat down and started to neatly cut into his meat, trying to hide his slight disappointment. “It’s quite alright. I’m certain I’ll find another path to the goal.”

“But why is it a goal?” The purple-clothed trait asked.

“Well, it concerns me, is all. Doesn’t it you? It’s not normal for a side to be without wings when the rest of us are. All of us have wings.” Logan extended his own for emphasis, a sleek, black array of smooth, glistening, pointed feathers that shown a slight dark blue hue whenever the sun touched them.

“I’m a dark side… maybe I just don’t deserve them.” The darker replied before he could stop himself.

He heard a gasp come from behind him and knew Patton had that face. The half-panicked, half-hurt, expression that made Virgil die inside.

In order to save himself from that expression, he looked up at Logan instead, just to be met with a slightly shocked and panicked look on his face as well.

“First off, you are not a dark side anymore. Second, I feel- I m-mean… Look, you do deserve wings, Virgil. If I have to craft them, then so be it. All of us have experimented with flying, and I feel- I mean- … fine. I ‘feel’ that you of all of us are most deserving of that freedom.” Logan crossed his arms and starting thinking over his secondary goals in respects to the one on his mind currently.

“Y-you don’t really think that, do you Verge?” Patton whimpered from behind him.

“Patton, leave it be. He’s obviously not comfortable right now. Don’t push it.” Logan instructed and the fatherly trait in question turned back to cooking, Virgil not missing the small whimper that came from him talking about wanting to help.

“What reason is there to say I deserve wings?” Virgil challenged the teacher.

“Unlike The Others, you grew to make Thomas’s life better, and put a conscious effort into protecting him, even when our perceptions of you were still bias. If that isn’t a good reason, then Patton’s taught me wrong morality.”

Virgil sat to think about it for a little bit… should he tell them?

No. Not yet. He wasn’t ready.

“I am here, my beauties! ~”

Oh great.

“Greetings, Roman.” Logan sighed as he tried to focus and brainstorm, all while eating.

“Slouching again, storm cloud?” The prince approached the darker side to ruffle his hair playfully.

Virgil was feeling very vulnerable at this moment however, and shoved the prince away.

“Not right now, Princey. I’m not feeling well. Just let me eat my dinner in peace.” Anxiety’s voice got a couple shades deeper, causing the fanciful side to take a few steps back, hands raised.

“Wait… what happened?” He looked over at Logan who simply shrugged.

“How come something always happens while I’m not around?!” Roman huffed, sitting down next to Virgil and stretching out his own wings, amber with gold tips and a red shine as the feathers grew long and flowing, tipping upwards at the ends.

“Now don’t whine, Princey.” Patton scolded slightly. “Besides, I made steak!”

“Steak?!” The prince turned around excitedly but also saw the bowl of stew. “And cream-based broth?”

“Yeah…” Patton rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that it upsets your stomach.”

“It’s alright, Padre. I will endure the pain, since the taste is too good to resist! The curse will never be broken! And maybe… I want it that way.” Roman serenated overdramatically before sitting back down.

After finishing his meal at the unusually, awkwardly silent table, Virgil wordlessly left as no one made any attempt to stop him. He speed-walked to his room where he could finally take off his hoodie. His wings had been bugging him all night. Watching the others stretch theirs out and fiddle with them when he had to stuff them into his hoodie uncomfortably to keep them a secret. He was trying to find ways to get rid of them, since he didn’t believe he deserved to fly like the others. But Logan had proven a valid point… making him even consider telling the others, but he felt way too vulnerable. In his mind he was still Paranoia. Torturing Thomas and the others without ever being seen or heard. He slammed the door shut just to be met with a split-faced smirk.

Deceit.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Virgil immediately tensed as the snake-like figure chuckled. “My spell was supposed to keep you out!”

“Oh, your silly spell has certainly been a quite a challenge for me recently. Especially with my gained power from your lying. I should thank you for that. Lying to your new family. I thought you trusted them more than me, but now I see the part I raised in you…” Virgil plugged his ears, knowing what was coming by his tone.

“The part of you they’ll never accept. You can pretend all you like, but one, I’ll always do it better, and two, I’ll always know where you really belong. With your real family. And I think… the others see it too. Hurting them, getting angry at them. They only want to help you, panic child. But go ahead. Pretend they love you. Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend you’re not betraying them and that they won’t discard you when they figure out the truth. They’re growing suspicious of you, Para-”

“DON’T YOU SAY IT!” The anxious trait shouted at his former family.

“Hehehe… regardless of what you’re called. They’ll soon learn the truth. They’re going to be disappointed in you… Angry, hurt… oh just imagine you coming back to me on all fours, asking for shelter because you no longer have a place with the favored ones.” Deceit grinned madly; his snake eye glowing with power as Virgil started to give in to his taunts… what if he was right?

With a snap of the snake’s fingers, Virgil’s hoodie was off.

“Now, look at that mess.” The liar scoffed at the wings the darker side had been hiding. “By the way, I totally did that to relieve you of your strained position and not to potentially expose you to the others.”

Grey, uneven feathers. Some of them had been ripped off and some were severely damaged and bent the wrong way from being stuffed into his coat. His wings were a dark grey with purple tints on the edges, and red stains where the poor side had hurt himself, trying to get his wings off somehow.

“You don’t deserve them, and you know it. Your wings, and your friends.” Deceit absolutely soaked in the feeling of doubt and insecurity coming from the previously dark side as he fell to his knees, color draining from his face as his body began shaking wildly.

“Come tomorrow. You’ll have no one. Just an empty hole in your chest, with only yourself to blame.” As Deceit’s tongue lashed with his thick, deep voice piercing him, Virgil couldn’t take it anymore.

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! I KNOW YOU’RE LYING! GET OUT! YOU’RE LYING! YOU’RE LYING! YOU HAVE TO BE! … you have to be…” The purple side’s power started to die as Deceit’s grew.

“Hey kiddo? What was all that yelling ab-” Patton walked in, just for Virgil’s room to be tainted yellow and a familiar figure being seen walking around a sitting, shaking, anxious trait.

Deceit turned and looked up at the fatherly side, who was now glowing red with anger. Patton had more power than Deceit and he knew it, especially when his anger was controlling his emotions. The snake was deceitful, but he never picked a fight he knew he couldn’t win.

“Oh darn… it looks like the fun’s over. Don’t worry though, the damage is already done. Good luck explaining your wings to them… See you soon, Virgil…” The snake slowly sunk down, Patton huffing infuriatedly before turning to Virgil.

It was then that the anxious side realized with a jump that his hoodie was still off, he couldn’t even try to start looking for it before Patton was on him. Hugging him and not letting go. The other two collected at the door and peered in with disbelief.

“Verge, what did he do to you?! A-and why do you have wings? Kiddo? Are you alright? Speak to me!” The fatherly trait’s panicked voice only made Virgil want to hide more, but he was surprised that he wasn’t mad at him.

“I-I-I don’t think I deserve them! I’ve been trying to get rid of them and act like they w-were never there!” Virgil forced out the best explanation he could muster, a waterfall of tears pouring down his face.

“But why?” Patton broke the hug and looked into his son’s eyes.

“B-because… whenever I look at them, and then look at all of yours… they just remind me…” The darker trait didn’t dare finish his sentence.

“Well, maybe I can help them remind you of something else?” Patton tried, but Virgil held up his hand.

“It’s alright. I’m going to be fine. I thought you guys would be mad, but… you’re not… It’s alright. It’s just… they aren’t… pretty to look at.” He sulked slightly.

“No, they’re not! Look at them! They’re beautiful~!” Roman suddenly spoke up as he walked over to the purple side. “This amount a smoothness? Are you kidding? They’re almost as good as mine! And that’s saying a lot!”

The prince glided his hands along the feathers, not expecting Virgil to suddenly jump.

“Ppffffhahahahahahaha!” Virgil squeezed his eyes shut as a fit of laughter overtook him, surprising the whole room and himself. He realized that he had laughed out loud and when he opened his eyes, the other three looked entranced by it.

There was a silence, and from the prince’s sudden grin and flash of mischief in his eye, Virgil knew he was screwed.

“Oh my gosh, peck. Are you ticklish?” The mood in the room suddenly changed as a flustered Virgil tried to spit out a “no” or even a “yes” or anything!

“Aww! I didn’t know my son was ticklish! You deserve to laugh a little more! Maybe help you forget about your worries!” Patton cheered before growing an uncharacteristically predatorial smile.

“Maybe think of this as a punishment for lying to us.” Logan joined the smiling party as they all placed their hands on the resident emo.

“N-no guys. I’m not ticklish- I- EEEEeehehehehehehehehehe!” All three jolted as Patton dug his hands into his son’s sides. “W-waihihihihihit! Plea- AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman audibly gasped as his close friend fell to the floor on his stomach after a quick pinch to the joint where his wings met his back.

“Get his wings!” He cheered as he continued to massage the spot, following him to the ground.

“Will do.” Logan smiled as he joined Roman, tracing shapes in the pale skin.

“GUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUYS!” Virgil shrieked and threw his head back as he was overcome with laughter.

Yet it felt… good? Yeah… It felt good to laugh and forget his trauma just for a moment as the others tortured him ruthlessly. It made him feel like he could just, let go… He had forgotten the last time he had laughed this hard!

“Look at that face.” Roman pulled himself up next to the cackling side and cooed into his ear as Virgil scrunched up his shoulders from the tickly breath. “Red’s my color, storm cloud.”

“Aww, and listen to his laugh!” Patton added, making the poor lad snort and hiccup as he suddenly poked his sides.

“Tickling, although silly in the eyes of some, is known as a bonding experience and can potentially relieve stress and raise dopamine.” Logan spoke normally as if he wasn’t tickling Virgil to bits. “To be honest, this is a considerably fun activity. And so easy, as well!”

“Yeah! Wait- shouldn’t it be harder?” Roman suddenly realized. “Shouldn’t he be blocking us from tickling him?”

All three stopped their assault for a moment, letting their victim breathe.

“G-guhuhuhys?” Virgil looked up to see three faces staring down at him smugly. Why had they stopped so soon? He could’ve gone on for longer…

“Look at that! He looks so sad that we stopped!” Patton exclaimed and pointed at the purple side’s face, as if the other two weren’t looking.

“W-wha-?” In a moment, Virgil was tackled again. “Wai-! Gahahahahahahaha! Plehehehehehase! NahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter grew hoarse as Logan slid his hands up the stems of his wings, raking his nails up and down over and over, driving him insane.

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIT IHIHIT TIHIHIHCKLES!” Virgil was trying his damnest not to fight back, or even utter the word ‘stop,’ the sudden change of mood making him feel happy for the first time in a long time.

“Hey! No cursing!” Patton scolded before blowing a raspberry on the trait’s side.

“EEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEEEE!” The purple side kicked his feet out and rolled over, not being able to take the tickly vibrations that exploded over him like a firework of nerves being set off.

In his conscious effort to not fold up his wings, he accidentally expanded them out entirely, stopping Logan and Roman out of mere shock... and they were also kind of slapped in the face by the large wingspan.

When they took a look at what had stopped them from their tickly onslaught, they both gaped. With the wings fully extended, any small trace of light seemed to be absorbed into the feathered-limbs, making them glow an array of purples and disintegrating any grey that was there.

“They’re so breathtaking…” Roman uttered while gently tracing his fingers over the fully extended wings.

“It’s almost too stunning to process…” Logan added in the same awe-struck whisper as he did the same thing, reducing Virgil’s wild cackling to light giggles.

All three were careful not to hurt him, since they knew his wings had been damaged, but continued to poke, scratch and knead the glowing feathers, soaking up their beauty along with the resident emo’s laughter.

“Nahahahahahahahaha!” Virgil arched his back and wiggled back and forth but really made no attempt to get away from the tickling attack of hands.

Admittedly, he wasn’t laughing as hard with his wings being tickled, so Roman whispered an idea into Patton’s ear. Then Patton whispered it to Logan, all three silently nodded as the giggling boy beneath them remained unaware.

They suddenly plucked two feathers from their own wings. When Virgil looked up to see the three sides, each holding a feather in each hand, he knew his demise was near.

Roman rolled him on his side so Logan and Patton could get to his back easier and swirled the feathers around the shoulder blades, making the poor boy scream. Roman didn’t actually use his feathers, but resorted to blowing raspberries on both of his sides, going back and forth.

The actions seemed to flow so smoothly as if they had done this a million times before. It just felt as though everyone knew what to do.

But the raspberries, the feathers, the knowing smiles? It was all too much.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOHKAHAHAY! THAHAHAHAHAT’S EHEHEHEHENOUGH! I CAHAHAN’T-AHAHAHAHA! CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT! MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOP!” All three pulled back to marvel at their work.

The purple trait lay with a wobbly smile adorning his face, the rest of the giggles coming out as he hugged himself and rolled around, tickled-stupid with tears of mirth trailing down to his chin.

After he had finally caught his breath, the other three hugged him simultaneously.

“We’re going to go flying tomorrow, alright kiddo?” Patton whispered.

“We’re so pleased at the thought that you have wings. It just means your one of us. No need to discard them.” Logan comforted.

“Hrrr… I’m jealous of their beauty.” Roman whined and admitted but didn’t break the hug.

They decided to watch a movie that night together. Patton had insisted they watch Rio, since it seemed fitting, and everyone agreed.

Nobody complained that night, except for the occasional grumble from Roman about how Virgil’s wings were more glamourous than his own. The warmth shared between the sides in this unspoken love for everyone in the mind palace was truly comforting to Virgil. And maybe if he would’ve opened up… he would’ve felt it sooner.

Of course, every once in a while, one of the other sides would sneak in a pinch to his sides or a slight massage to his back just to get him smiling, but Virgil wasn’t complaining.

At least they hadn’t found his absolute death spot yet… but that’s for another story.

#ticklefic sanderssides imnotgoodatthis

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eternaljouska · 5 years

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The Face of the Moon - Kwon Soonyoung

Pairing: Soonyoung x Reader

Genre: Hurt-Comfort, Highschool!AU (barely-there-background-info only)

Word Count: 1,678

The land breeze that sways your hair sneaks around and embraces you in its cold, prompting a shiver down from the back of your neck to your bare feet. It is foolish, you admit, going out to the beach like this: two hours past midnight, thin sweater over your basic tees and shorts, and your shoes neglected on your side. You hadn’t wandered to the beach after you’re roused from your slumber by some nightmares. You had come with a purpose, your calling on nights when sleep doesn’t come easy.

You’re sitting down on the sand with your knees held close to your chest, supporting the small sketchbook atop of it. There’s a set of watercolor paints on your right and a bottle of water standing beside your shoes. The first stroke of your brush paints dark blue on your blank paper. You don’t bring any pencil to outline the picture in your head. You only bring a pen for your finishing, for the words over the painting. But that’s fine, you don’t need an outline. The image that you have is just a poor modification of the sea and the sky in front of you. It’s fine.

But Soonyoung knows that you’re not. Every time you take out your sketchbook, he’s always anxious. It has become such a strange instinct for him. The way your eyes dim but are raging with fire at the same time, it’s unsettling. In the class, you sit in the back corner, your eyes always watching. Even last night, at the buffet signaling the start of the fancy trip the school has, you’re sitting alone, the three chairs around your table have been long since dragged away by people who have too many on their groups. Soonyoung noticed that, but he stayed in his own corner, figuring out ways to finally see you. That’s why when he caught sight of you from his balcony, leaving the hotel at two in the morning with your sketchbook and paint set in one hand and a water bottle in the other, he’d been quick to grab his jacket and followed you out.

You’re less than twenty steps away from him, but now you’re already stopping, and Soonyoung stops also. He watches how you lay everything beside you, even your shoes. You throw your gaze to the sea at the same time as the breeze skims through his uncovered skin. It’s a few moments later that he realizes you have started on your painting, the dance that your hair does with the wind evidently distracting for him.

Soonyoung takes steps upon careful steps until he’s standing right behind you. He waits silently until he can see the idea of a clear sky and just as clear sea, except for four things: the yellow moon in the middle of the sky, a silhouette of a person in the middle of the sea and both of their reflections on the water. You’ve begun writing at that time, and he remembers that it means your painting is finished. That’s what he sees you usually do, scribbling something that’s too long to only be a signature before finally closing your sketchbook.

She’s almost done.

He lowers his body and moves his head to the side to peek around you, trying on his subtlety as best as he can to read your writing, which is not easy considering his poor eyesight.

The girl swims to the open ocean, one hand raising up once in a while, bidding several hellos to the mourning sky. Her face is the light of the moon itself, magnified.

Soonyoung stares at the figure on your painting once again and understands. The reflection of the moon that he thought falls onto the surface of the water in front of the girl, lands on that girl’s face instead.

Her face is the mirror of the moon as much as the sea is of the sky. As the waves guide her closer to the stomach of the ocean, the moon grows bigger and fills her dark pupils, and then she raises both of her hands—

His reading’s interrupted by your abrupt action of snapping shut the sketchbook. Soonyoung audibly curses, a millisecond too late to realize that you’ve known all about his presence behind you. You gather your stuff in a hurry, and without sparing him any word or even a glance you walk away from Soonyoung.

“Y/n, wait! You’re not finished yet!” Soonyoung calls out, utterly baffled seeing the turn of the events. He rushes to you and was about to grab your hand when he has a second thought after seeing your expression. “Hey, where are you going? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your personal space or anything. I know it’s none of my business, but I was just curious. I saw you walking out of the hotel and followed you. Y/n, please, stop for a second. I just wanna know what happens next, on your writing.”

You halt and turn around all in a split of a second, taking Soonyoung completely by surprise. “Stop that. Because like what you said, it’s none of your business. And stop following me.” You spin around and start to walk away once again, but Soonyoung gets to you first.

“We stay in the same hotel. I know your room. I know your house. We’re in the same class. You know how consistent I can be. Just- let me know what will happen, and I’ll leave you alone.” Soonyoung knows how creepy he sounds, and he can see that on the way you furrow your eyebrows, but he’s desperate. He knows it in his heart that the girl in your painting is you, and that somehow, if he knows what you have for that girl, ultimately, he’ll be able to see you.

“Why are you so stupid and annoying, huh? She’ll drown! If that’s not clear enough for you.”

Soonyoung drops his hand and takes an involuntary step back. “What?” he gasps out, his brain cannot accept the answer you gave him. “Wait, that- that doesn’t— Hey! Wait! Tell me one more thing, please? Y/n, please? Y/n!”

Your steps falter at his pleas, and you turn around. “What?” you ask curtly.

“Why… Why is she swimming that far?”

“It’s the moon. She wants to embrace the moon.”

And again, your answer confuses him. “That- that doesn’t make any sense.”

Soonyoung voice is faint and grave, but his eyes on you are unyielding. The moonlight catches on his dark orbs, and you can see that what he has is beyond just simple curiosity. After all, you know Soonyoung. He’s a vibrant presence in your dull class. Everybody would notice when he’s absent. You’ve watched him, the way you watch everyone else. And more often than not, you’d catch him looking. But he always stays in the comfort of his corner in the front of the class, surrounded by his friends. Everyone seeks him out, and sometimes you fall into the habit of wondering what it feels like to be sought out like that. You don’t need everyone, obviously, since it’s difficult enough to get one. For that reason, when you noticed a shadow of another head on your sketchbook, you’d been frightened rather than surprised. You snapped your sketchbook closed and rushed to gather your belongings before jumping up to your feet and walked hastily back to the direction of the hotel.

For a second, when you heard his voice calling out for you, you’re confused. You hadn’t expected anyone to actually seek you out, not at that moment, and not by him. Although, his explanation told you enough that everything that’s happening was entirely by chance, which somehow transformed your confusion into a rage. But then, looking at him staring at you like that, your stomach clenches at the familiarity of his gaze. He’s always looking at you with that same gaze, only this time, despair is clearly written on his eyes. You understand what he’s doing—what he’s been doing all this time. And your eyes suddenly burn. “It does. It makes sense.” You give him one last look before you trudge away from him, eyes already wet with newly formed tears.

“It doesn’t. How— Why? I can’t- I can’t understand why she would—“

“What is so hard to understand, Soonyoung?!” you snap at him, one hot tear finally escaping your eyes. “Why is it so hard for you to see that she’ll drown, huh? The moon won’t get any closer no matter how far she’ll swim, and the ocean gets deeper the farther she goes, and nobody—nobody—on the shore cares enough to notice she’s gone. There’s nobody- there’s nobody on the shore, Soonyoung.”

“How would she know that?” Soonyoung asks softly as he takes several long strides towards you. “How would she know whether someone’s on the shore or not? She’s too focused on the moon above her, how would she know?”

You stare up at him despite your glassy eyes and recognize the truth on his words. You catch your lower lip under your teeth, a frail attempt to prevent your sobs from forcing out of your throat. It takes you too long to realize what’s happening, too transfixed on his gaze that the fact that you’re not holding it anymore fazes you. You gasp as you feel Soonyoung’s hands snake around your body, replacing the cold of the land breeze and holding you close to his warmth. A shiver runs down from the back of your neck to your bare feet once again, now because of an absolutely different reason.

“Don’t drown, please,” he whispers, and you feel your sobs heighten at those three words. You wrap your arms around him and cry all of your unshed tears. When you’re done and your puffy eyes start to hurt, Soonyoung loosens his hold on you, trying to meet your eyes as he says with his infamous smile, “I’m here. I’ll be on your shore. I’ll rent a speedboat out to save you, okay?”

1. Happy birthday jungkookie (lol I know this is not even a bts fic, but still) I’m sorry I kinda give up on birthday fic

2. Kyeomie is so precious, please protect

3. I scrolled down kristian-do’s blog so much I might swerve bias to Jeonghan (no, duh, who are we talking about here, but man, he’s beautiful)

3. Hoon in horangi’s shirt (GET WELL SOON BBY)

that’s all. goodbye. (this is an inside joke only i understand. lame.)

alright, hope you like this one~ i’m sorry i blabbered

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