#but like no one else will probably notice or think weirdly of it except me yk i'm just terrified of like .. standing out being noticed 🤡

[queenlucythevaliant]

See, I don't think that the Pevensie kids were uncanny and dangerous upon returning to England so much as just like. Cool weirdos.

Lucy talks to animals sometimes. She doesn't expect responses or anything; it has the same energy as a person talking to their dog, except it's the squirrel she spotted on the quad or the racoon in the garbage. But she's super friendly in general so after the initial "what the heck" everyone shrugs it off because like, yeah, of course she does. She also went with me to a scary doctor's appointment having known me for like five minutes and gave me an incredible pep talk. She's cool like that.

Peter joins the fencing club and day one it's like he's never held a foil in his life and day two he loses to a kid half his size but then after like a month he just absolutely annihilates the instructor. But he's super humble about it and afterwards he helps everyone else out without being condescending at all. And while it's a little weird that he's just Suddenly an expert, people are like, "he's a fast learner, that's cool." He's really industrious in class too, just Peter being Peter. He probably practiced a whole bunch after hours.

Edmund gets extremely weird food cravings sometimes, like "wow, I could really go for chicken liver with raisins right about now" or "you guys know what's great? Gooseberry trifles." And his friends say, "I've never heard of that before but it sounds weird." So Edmund learns to cook and starts making all these vaguely antiquated fancy dishes with weird berries and organ meats and things and shares them around during study breaks and everyone's like "Yo! Pevensie brought food. Cool, thanks Pevensie." And he shares it with everyone, even the kids nobody likes, and it kinda brings people together.

Susan, who was always the Mom Friend, seems to have gotten a power-up because now she Everyone's mom and weirdly people actually listen to her? But she only uses those powers for good. Girl in her dorm not eating enough? Susan's here with snacks and look at that now she's eating. Those guys arguing look like they're about to throw down? Susan says "knock it off" and glares and they do. And her friends are like, "how do you do it???" and she says "You just have to act like you expect to be obeyed." It's very cool, though it can be a bit Much sometimes.

And they're all into mythology now? Like ancient Rome and King Arthur and stuff? That's kinda weird, but not off-putting; lots of kids have mythology phases. And Peter named the tree outside his dorm, but everyone kinda laughs and says "yeah okay." Edmund is adamantly anti-bullying now, it's nice. Susan and Lucy wear a lot of lion-themed jewelry and people definitely Notice, but that just means that they start getting more of it for Christmas/birthdays.

And of course whenever two or more of them are together it's like they've got a conspiracy going on. They're always fervently whispering back and forth, giggling an the million inside jokes they've got, giving each other Looks. And onlookers are mostly just like, "Man, it's cool that those Pevensie kids are all so tight; I wish I was that close with my siblings."

[sharkboywrites]

Hello! May I ask for the BG3 gang with an autistic gn Tav who is. Very Very Large but also quite young (think like... Older teen.) who just decides that Astarion/Wyll/Halsin/Gale etc is their new favourite person and WILL NOT leave them alone.

It would be very funny if they just... didn't realise Tav was actually A Kid™ and thought they were just a weirdly clingy grownup. Except Halsin. Halsin would know Immediately.

Inspired by my dumb ass being enormous and this having happened to me irl many times.

Bg3 Characters With a Young Older Looking Autistic Tav

A/n: This idea is so silly I love it. This is obviously written as platonic because reader is younger and baulder's gate characters are older and I don't write weird stuff like that lol although I'm sure that's expected. Also also i did all of them together because I do not have the energy to write sperate headcannons for each of them, dont worry they all get their moment

Gn Reader, Child/teen Reader

This was an... interesting situation

Everyone on the team assumed you were just assumed you were a bit childish for an adult

I mean could you blame them? You were massive, anyone would assume you were an adult

Except for Halsin

He could easily tell your age, but it's something he kept between the two of you, mainly for safety

Halsin takes more of a dad approach if you cling to him

He's very protective of you and teaches you new skills

He also keeps anyone else on the team from hitting on you, for obvious reasons, but wouldn't say why

He's also the most attentive when it comes to your autism, he's always keeping an eye out for you and helping when he can

It took the others longer to find, though

Wyll was the second to put two and two together

Once he realized, he grilled you about why you didn't tell anyone about it

He isn't too harsh though, and takes a more "fun uncle" role

He always makes sure to entertain you, he's the guy who's got fidgets on him just for you incase you need them

He also decides not to tell anyone for your safety after consulting with Halsin, but he does wish you said something sooner

Gale is the second to last to find out, after trying to teach you something about magic

He had questioned why you didn't know any of this, it was supposed to be common knowledge for someone your age

Or someone he thought was your age

He just stared at you blankly for a good minute after you told him how old you actually were

He's more upset at himself for not noticing to be honest

He realizes how that actually makes a lot of sense

Gale, like Halsin, also takes a more fatherly approach

he teaches you things you may have not known before, and is one of the most helpful when it comes to working through your autism

He's a knowledgeable man and can tell what you need, probably before you do

He's very protective, often insisting that you stay out of battles, but it's not like you listen to him in that department

For comedy's sake, Astarion is the last to find out, and he is pissed

He's mad that no one told him, even if it wasn't too long Gale found out and most of the party knew

He looked so dumbfounded when he found out and like Gale, was more mad that he didn't realize sooner

He's upset, but he gets over it quickly after a day or two of snarky comments and like Wyll, takes on a cool uncle postion

The whole party suddenly wants to protect you and it's suddenly become one of their top goals to return you to your parent/guardian if you have one, next to y'know, getting the worms out of your head

If you don't have somewhere to go they may or may not argue on who takes you once it's all over

Generally, you're taken good care of from then on, much better than you were before

Everyone's very attentive to you and tries to be aware of what you may need at any given point

Since they all have some type of trauma, they want to make sure the same doesn't happen to you, especially so young

Being in this situation is stressful for anyone, let alone a child, and a child with a disability

They do their best to make you happy and keep you safe

They may struggle, but they do their best, and now you have people to call family

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Debt

"There is always something fishy about somebody helping you out of nowhere." Wei Wuxian once told Nie Huaisang, when he offered to copy the rules in his place as students in the Cloud Recesses. In truth, Nie Huaisang did have a favor to ask in exchange for his kindness - receiving help cheating for a following exam - but that one exchange stuck in Nie Huaisang's mind beyond the funny memory of his youthful distaste for studying.

There is never favor done disinterestedly, something is always expected in turn - but weirdly enough, Wei Wuxian never expected to get anything for the favors he did for other people. It always made Nie Huaisang wonder whether this made Wei Wuxian incredibly kind or incredibly stupid. Payment should be expected, required and received - the world is transactional.

Nie Huaisang's world has always been that way. He has always been certain everybody else's worlds were the same, they had to be.

A few weeks before Wei Wuxian was sent back to Lotus Pier, an exam had to take place - and not the kind that Nie Huaisang could skip or be helped to cheat in. Students had to undergo a cultivation skills test under supervision from a representative from their home sect, physical proof of their progress under Lan guidance.

Most other sects sent one of their best cultivators or the sect leader's advisor - but for the Nie, Nie Mingjue himself announced he would be witnessing his brother's performance. He wanted to see for himself whether Nie Huaisang had taken his bout at the Cloud Recesses seriously - and that had him lose three nights of sleep trying to think over a solution.

"Your brother knows you're not very... cultivation-inclined." Jiang Cheng trie, the night before the exam, tired of Huaisang's ceaseless, panicked pacing around their room, "I'm sure he doesn't expect much from you."

"You are a horrible motivational speaker, Jiang-xiong." Huaisang glared, flitting his fan closed. "You don't know what my brother is like! He will skin me alive in front of everyone, rules be damned, if I don't do well!"

"Then maybe you should have actually put in some effort instead of drawing porn all day!"

"Go fu-"

"Nie-xiong, I have an idea." Wei Wuxian finally intervened after having quietly, thoughtfully watched the exchange between his roommates. "I don't know if it will work, I can't tell you what it is yet, but I think I might just save your ass."

Nie Huaisang's eyes sparkled with hope for the first time in the last three days and he threw himself over Wei Wuxian like the most grateful, melodramatic maiden, tears in his eyes and everything. "My ass will forever be grateful and indebted to you!"

And so, the day of the exam came, and Nie Huaisang tried not to think of his fate if whatever Wei Wuxian had planned would fail. He would probably be displayed at the gates of Qinghe with the word "disappointment" hanging off a plaque around his neck, eaten by crows, too shameful for a funeral. Or Nie Mingjue would make him train the saber twice as often, which was basically the same thing, if not worse.

Fate seemed to have smiled Huaisang's way that day - he was the last on the exam list, so he would have plenty of time to get his affairs in order and not regret anything if his brother did drag him to Qinghe and killed him.

He watched his friends undergo the exam one by one. Some were decent, others mediocre, a few exceptional. Of course Wei-xiong was the latter, drawing perfect talismans, displaying perfect sword forms, shooting straight on target, dispersing the fake ghosts and ghouls with swift cuts of his Suibian.

It was quite enjoyable watching him, to be honest - and Nie Huaisang found it incredibly funny to notice it hadn't been just him to notice that. Lan Wangji appeared bewitched himself, but nobody save for Nie Huaisang's observant eyes and Lan Xichen's knowing smile seemed to acknowledge that.

Interesting.

But before he could ponder any implications and draw up any matchmaking plans, Nie Huaisang's name had been called. He stood up on shaky legs and avoided his brother's gaze fiercely. He did not want to feel the humiliation of his impending failure before it happened.

Just as he was about to step into the training grounds, Wei Wuxian stood up from his seat among the Jiang delegation. "I have something to say."

The exam proctor sighed, "Yes?"

"Nie-xiong has been ill during most of our training, his constitution is weak and he has missed much of the practice the rest of us have undergone. His performance is likely to be subpar."

Nie Huaisang sent his friend a horrified, scandalized look. Your plan is to publicly humiliate me?!

"Which is why I am asking to take the exam in his place. Nie-xiong and I have studied together extensively, and he has great potential in politics, though his cultivation skills are not as developed. I do not believe it is fair to test him in the very opposite of his talents."

Nie Mingjue looked over the youth, curious. He had never known that the Jiang sect could produce that kind of person.

"If you fail," he started, "whatever should your punishment be?"

"Whatever sect leader Nie and the Lan sect finds fit."

"I will destroy your sword, then."

Wei Wuxian did not falter, bowing deeply, with respect. "I accept."

Nie Huaisang stood, motionless, shocked, staring wide-eyed at his friend - but Wei Wuxian only gave him a reassuring smile in exchange.

"Do not give him the same test again." Nie Mingjue asked the exam proctor. "Up the difficulty. Audacity must be backed by deeds."

Wei Wuxian smiled, confident, at the challenge. "Do your worst."

That one time, Huaisang fainted for real.

---

He woke up in his room, a cold cloth on his forehead and his brother by his side. He jerked awake immediately, "Where's Wei-xiong?! Did you-"

"He passed." Mingjue replied, as if it had been the most natural thing to say. "Which means that you did, too. Undeserved, but I am a man of my word."

Huaisang flopped down onto the bed. "If it's any consolation, I didn't know he'd do that. He's been dealing with me being anxious and annoying the past few days and... decided to help, I guess."

"I will accept this result only on one condition, though."

"What?"

"Bring that boy into the Nie sect with you."

"Da-ge, there's no way I-"

"A favor for a favor."

And he left, though Huaisang felt none the better.

---

The war started quickly after that, and Nie Mingjue seemed to have forgotten all about the favor he asked of his brother. Then, he became ill, qi deviated more and more often, and ultimately died, nearly taking Huaisang with him.

And so started his many questions as to how, why and who, and the difficult journey of finding out the answers, grappling with the painful truth and the thirst for justice that came after that.

But the moment he saw Mo Xuanyu walking about with Hanguang-Jun in tow, beginning to uncover the mystery that Huaisang now knew as his brother's wrongful death, he figured he could count it as him finally paying back his brother's favor.

In a way, at least.

[77ngiez]

post-good end omori thoughts brought to u by the sunny omori himself

sunny and basil stay really close, mostly because they think everybody else in the group hates them but theyve been thru too much shit together to hate each other. basils the first in the group to get his drivers license (besides hero) and so sometimes he’ll drive up to the city sunny lives in. he’ll leave friday right after school and stay until sunday evening. sunny’s mom is almost always gone working so it’s nice that basil’s around.

basil is also the only one that sunny’s told about headspace. partly because of the aforementioned "wow everybody else probably hates me for killing mari" and partly because. basil could see "something". he doesnt tell basil everything ofc but he tells him a fair amount, and weirdly basil can guess some stuff before sunny says it. or maybe it’s more than guessing, who’s to say?

at any rate, because basil and sunny know about headspace but the others don’t, that’s another reason that they’re closer even when the main friend group reconnects. aubrey will be over at basils and mention that she’s considering dying her hair purple, and basil flinches and is like "are you sure thats a good idea?" and shes like What Are You On About and then he has to avoid the topic.

obviously the rest of the group Does Not hate sunny and basil (except maybe hero a bit, but not even him really, he’s just in a lot of pain), but it takes a bit to get that through their thick (read: traumatized) heads. it ends up being kel who helps sunny realize that he’s been forgiven.

for basil, oddly, it’s kim—she noticed aubrey was acting weird ever since sunny moved, and she felt guilty about having bullied basil in the past, so she tried to talk to him about it. obviously he didn’t tell her about the whole mari thing, but he tried to help her understand what was going on with aubrey a bit because he still cares about her. yadda yadda yadda kim and basil ended up becoming friends somehow, and bcoz aubrey drags kim (aka kim follows her) to a lot of her hangouts with kel and hero, kim ends up picking up on a bunch of stuff that never gets said out loud. and she convinces basil that he is NOT universally hated by everybody except sunny.

sunny completely loses his eye, and so he wears his eyepatch at pretty much all times except when he’s sleeping. even though he’s home alone. he feels like when he looks at things with his missing eye socket, he can see omori and mari. so he just. covers it lol.

hero dates a lot of girls from college. they never last too long, though. he’s never really managed to get over mari, but he knows she’d want him to, so he’s trying. but none of his relationships really work out since his heart still wholly belongs to a dead girl.

kel still bottles things up for a bit. everybody can tell that he’s upset, but he refuses to admit it, until one day aubrey takes him to one of those places where you just break things. kel first treats it like a joke, but he ends up screaming and crying and shouting while he breaks things.

"SUNNY!! BASIL!! I— FUCK YOU!!! I LOVE YOU BUT FUCK YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU SUNNY, I HATE YOU BASIL, I HATE YOU HERO, I HATE YOU AUBREY, I HATE YOU HERO!!! I WISH YOU GUYS WOULD STOP NEEDING ME FOR JUST A MOMENT!!! WHY AREN’T I ALLOWED TO BREAK DOWN?! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU, I HATE ALL OF YOU, EVEN MARI, I HATE EVERYBODY, I HATE EVERYTHING, I HATE IT SO MUCH-!!" and etc

but once he gets it all out, he’s a lot better. he’s even more willing to be vulnerable and talk about things. although he’s only really able to bear his soul with aubrey. for what it’s worth, it’s pretty reciprocal.

speaking of aubrey. she’s probably been coping the best for the past four years, but once sunny tells her the truth, she kinda breaks. she copes with self-destructive behavior, and sometimes drugs (mostly just weed, from the maverick). she stays really close with the hooligans, maybe even closer than with the others. it takes years, and sunny and basil’s permission, but eventually she tells kim everything.

when they reach college, they end up going to the same place—except hero, who’s graduated from medical school but is taking online classes for culinary school without telling his parents.

basil and sunny move in together, because. they’re still very very close. aubrey lives in her car. on purpose. most of the hooligans do, to be honest. they’re still super tight-knit. kel lived in college housing, but eventually hero made him move in with him, which ended up being good for them both.

basil and sunny have hallucinations. sunny’s are mostly omori and the stranger (mari’s gone now, and he thinks maybe she wasn’t a hallucination after all but her ghost, who’s finally moved on now that the group is healing enough). basil’s are mostly something, although sometimes he sees the headspace version of himself. sometimes alive, sometimes with his head crushed like a watermelon. (when he talks about it after a particularly bad nightmare, sunny chokes up, because he never told basil that particular detail.)

uhh yeah this is getting too long soo goodbye for now lol

[beuatifulbuttercup]

Okay in your godly parents swap au I'd love to know more about Leo, Its such an interactive concept to put him with Bellona and the fact that people don't think hes roman enough or whatever? But his still really clever and has probably saved people's asses more times than they like to admit? Love that

Also Frank as a son of Hermes is also really interesting would love to hear more about that too

You're asking about my AU? I've waited YEARS for someone to ask me about my au.

(If you get that reference I love you)

We'll start with Leo because I feel like there's more to talk about with him.

Leo is the son of Bellona and is a member of the fifth cohort. He came to Camp Jupiter after the death of his mortal mother when he was eight.His best friends are the two Praetors Piper and Jason. Now he climbed the ranks with Piper to make it to Praetor status. He never really cared about being Praetor but was just there for Piper. During war games Leo would use the traps more as pranks to the other side instead of actually fighting. With that he used a dagger. Not a sword, not a spear, not even a shield, just a measly dagger he had since he was nine. That combined with him being in the fifth cohort and a "wild child" people didn't trust him with important decisions. However, he is his mother's son and is a great strategist. People were so focused on the prank part they didn't notice Piper shadow traveling behind them.

When they finally got close to the position of Praetor they realized that only one of them could be Praetor. Many excepted a battle of some sorts to see who would become the next Praetor. To their shock (?) Leo just kinda dropped out of the running allowing his very ambitious friend to get the job. However, Leo was allowed to become a Centurion instead. During these meetings he was surprisingly serious and had amazing battle strategies and knew a lot about wars.

During the Second Titan War Leo provided a lot of helpful advice to Camp Jupiter. When he was actually on the battle field for real his dagger was probably the most lethal weapon out there. He lived up to being the son of a war goddess. When he was out there he also used those pranks he got so good at using to distract monsters. Sadly many people didn't like this tactic so he got way less credit than he deserved.

When Piper went missing he was offered the role again but he declined AGAIN. Jason was weirdly disappointed by that. He became good friends with the new comers Percy and Hazel. He was able to tell that Hazel was from the past and that there was something about him that threw her off. He went on a quest with Hazel and Nico to Alaska. Only after him coming back did people finally recognize his talents.

Now he is also apart of the Tartarus duo in this AU. He falls in with Piper and the typical Tartarus stuff happens. When he leaves the first person to welcome him back was Jason who hugged him tighter than anyone has before.

Frank's turn :)

Frank Zhang was by no means a troubled kid. He was just a kid from Canada whose mom and grandma died. Sure he picked a couple locks here and there but it was never a lock of importance. Okay maybe one time he stole something from one of the kids at his school but thats just because he stole it from someone else. And sure he rigged the glitter bomb to explode during the pep rally but it wasn't even his idea! They bullied him into doing it, plus it was the school colors so it was on theme. That put him in a school for troubled kids. Eventually he'd been in so many that they called up a distant relative of his in Nevada and sent him there. They put him into the wilderness school where he met Reyna.

Reyna also probably should not have been there but Frank was happy she was. The two became close friends along with Piper. Little did they know all their memories of Piper were fake. Now when he left with Annabeth and Silena to go back to camp he was claimed by Hermes. In this AU the Cabin 9 Curse is the Cabin 11 Curse.

The cabin counselor, Malcolm Pace, explains to Frank that every single on of their pranks have failed since Micheal died. One of these was a fire breathing dragon that has been in the works since before Micheal died. Miranda, the former counselor, was on bed rest from this dragon. Frank doesn't know how to feel about that as his weakness is his very burnable stick. He does the Leo thing and gets the dragon back to running. He gets it not breathe fire but to breathe out glitter.

During his time at camp he never felt more at home. Lacy, Malcolm, Miranda, his other siblings and the unclaimed campers are so welcoming. When he came back from his quest Miranda and Malcolm made him a counselor. The first prank he played on the camp as initiation Lacy helped.

Later on he is a bit wary of Hazel, a daughter of Vulcan and fire user, but they grow and their love story stories.

If anyone has anymore questions about any character feel free to ask! Also I'm not writing this into a fic so feel free to steal my idea-

[womanofwords]

STEM Kids Shenanigans (Chapter 28)

Chapter 28: Feral Newspaper Hound

Dante was avoiding Stephan. That guy had the nickname 'snake' for a reason. First he tries to spy on them with a bear, and now it seemed that he was blackmailing Melanie. Admittedly, Dante didn't like Melanie at all, but blackmail was still wrong.

The real question was what Melanie could possibly have that Stephan could use to blackmail her with.

Melanie was not well-liked, but she didn't seem to be hiding anything. Even when trying to disband the STEM club, she was weirdly honest about it. Maybe that honesty was carried over to other parts of her life, like when she was with Stephan. In his head, Dante whittled it down to three options.

Option 1: Melanie told Stephan a secret, and Stephan planned to use it against her.

Option 2: Stephan found something out about Melanie and was planning to use it against her if she didn't do as he said and wanted.

Option 3: Melanie and Stephan were involved in something together, and then Stephan decided to turn on her.

Stephan may have been one of Melanie's only friends, but Melanie wasn't Stephan's only friend.

Not by a long shot.

People constantly went in and out of the room and Stephan knew every last one of them. This was freaky.

He had to tell the others.

(PAUSE)

"So let me get this straight," Layla said, "Stephan has got friends basically everywhere and probably knows everyone's secrets. And you want to know what he is blackmailing Melanie about?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Dante said.

"I'm in. What do you need?" Angelo asked.

"You're not even going to question him?" Layla asked.

"I don't like Melanie, but I know she doesn't deserve to be blackmailed by Stephan," Angelo said.

"I also know that she'd never tell us," Layla said. "She calls us delinquents right to our faces and she'd think we're blackmailing her."

"Even though she's already being blackmailed?" Yujin asked. "How ironic."

"We still need to figure it out," Dante said.

"And while we're at it, we'll have to figure out how to do so without getting caught," Angelo said.

"Like what? Giving Stephan one of his own spy bears?" Dante asked.

"You know what, my neurodivergent friend?" Angelo said. "Yes. But not literally, of course. What do we disguise it as?"

"Something that he would accept without question," Yujin said.

"Until then, I'll see if there's anything more I can find out," Dante said.

(PAUSE)

Dante did more spying on Stephan, this time for interesting quirks. Stephan didn't seem to have anything interesting that he did. He was completely normal, except for being a lying snake of a person. Dante heard Melanie's footsteps, and quickly buried his head into his book.

"Delinquent," she hissed in his direction, as she went to Stephan.

This was gold. They were totally going to have an interesting conversation in there, and Dante would get to hear it himself.

"Is there anything else I can give you?" Melanie pleaded. "Please, I just want this to stop. I have money. How much do you want?"

"I don't care about money," Stephan told her. "This is the coolest thing I could ever have stumbled across. Really, Melanie Sainsbury doing-"

"That's enough, Stephan!" Melanie snapped. Stephan sniggered.

"That's only the tip of the iceberg, though. We both know that. Just wait until people see this. It'll be everywhere."

"No, no, no, please! I'll do anything, please!"

Stephan leaned forward and smirked. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything! Just please keep this a secret," Melanie begged. It truly tugged on Dante's heart strings.

"OK. You do what I want. Just don't complain when you don't like it," Stephan said. "Got it?"

"Got it," Melanie said. She scurried out, thankfully not noticing Dante a second time. After a few seconds, Dante left too.

That was wasted time, Dante thought. Now, we'll just have to wait and see like everyone else. How boring.

To read the other parts of this fic, see Masterlist.

[lifeofjas]

21/04/2024

a little bit sick today so only went out for a little bit! went thrifting at a different thrift and got two STUNNING PIECES but don’t have ANY PHOTOS because they are being washed and I value taking them home clean more than nice photos :(

I got a tigerlily (it’s a brand, don’t know much about it but I believe they are known for bohemian clothing? unsure of their ethics) black bell sleeve wrap shirt in my size! Everything I’ve dreamed of and absolutely perfect for my styles (contextually I love to mix things up a lot in terms of how I dress so my wardrobe is absolutely not a capsule wardrobe, this is not an aesthetic blog), it was $25?!?! which seems a bit overpriced but it’s a perfect piece and fills a gap I’ve been trying to fill for a while. I’m glad I waited to buy a shirt like that because I’ve seen other ones for cheaper and wanted to buy but I knew something about all of them was slightly off putting (texture, colour, size) so finding the right one felt very rewarding! I tried on lots of other stuff and found quite a few cool things but nothing else fit except for:

A slightly too big vintage purple velvet midi skirt with a mesh frill and beadwork! it has now been altered so it’s not looking quite so nice unfortunately :( me and grandma fucked up but it now fits better and is very much still wearable and no one would really notice except me I hope! very Pinterest worthy and I’ve been wanting more pieces like that for a while but I’ve never found any in my size! some depop girl would probably resell it at like $50 as a whimsigoth 90s moment so I’m glad I found mine at $15 even if it is slightly damaged now…..

honourable mention to the BNWT eyelet belt pleated skirt I found which was way too big for me?!?! How cool for whoever takes that one home! and these two gems! such cute pieces but I am not a Sanrio ballet flats type of girl nor am I fully aware of who Oliver tree is (I was slightly too young during the hype). also found numerous other tigerlily pieces but they were bohemian in a I go to coachella and hate on stuff way? they weren’t the moment but there was also a tree of life beaded frill maxi skirt I may try go back for tomorrow, because I lowkey regret not buying it. mindful consumption and all but I bought a white one which is now too big for $150 from the brand a year or two ago and I doubt I’ll ever see another skirt like that so hopefully it’s still there!

no pics cause I’m lazy but we also got a blur cd and the cure?!?! and found deadstock men’s boxers from my parents business before they #broke up and it closed down and died and that filled my Pinterest girl dream of men’s boxers! weirdly lucky!

bonus mention to a depop buy of a navy cable knit v neck brandy jumper for $25. I understand I have overconsumed a little too much in the last few weeks but I also am moving schools to my old high school which has navy jumpers as part of their uniform. while this isn’t necessarily their branded uniform believe me when I say they will not care what brand jumper I wear or if it has a logo as long as it fits the school colours! I also don’t have much of my old uniform from the first time I went there despite the fact I only left for 2 months of the school year! I changed sizes and also donated a lot of my old uniform to my younger sibling who needed it. that purchase feels rationalised to me but definitely no need to go shopping again anytime soon, my wardrobe feels super complete with these purchases :) thank you for making it this far because frankly I would’ve scrolled by now <3

here’s a photo of my lunch

chicken and beef halal snack pack with cheese :) it was actually a huge mental challenge to think about eating this and I deliberated for months but I did it and didn’t even really think about it in the moment! a huge win and another step into normalcy.

[boombeombammie]

(fic) face value

pairing: haechan x reader

rating: spicy T, room for more

wc: ~1200

warnings and tags: they like barely make out this is mostly cute. band fic, pic inspired, haechan pouty brat kink (personal; derogatory)

a/n: sorry to my gc thank u to my gc. started as a blurb there so the second half probably reads a lil differently. if there are typos no u didn’t.

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You've just been called in as the emergency keyboardist for a local band since their usual player can't make Saturday's show. You've only got three days to learn enough of their track list to get by. You are, however, worried about how you and the lead singer can't stop staring at each other. You'd think he hates you -- he was staring a little too hard at your audition too -- except for the way that every time you make eye contact he gets a little red.

You finally snap and corner him after one of your rehearsals, pulling him into an empty spare room.

"What's your problem, Haechan? If you didn't want to give me the gig you should've bothered your bandmates, not me."

"What are you talking about? You were my first pick." When he steps forward, you step back, until you can't, your back flush against the now-closed door. Suddenly you wonder why you didn't turn the light on first. This feels weirdly intimate, especially when he leans in closer.

"I thought we worked well together," he whispers, and you can hear him laugh a little when you suddenly can't meet his eye.

"We'd work better together if you stopped glaring at me," you mutter, but what you really mean is, I'd work better if you stopped staring at me.

"So what's it mean when you're staring back?" he asks. This time, you have no choice-- he tucks his knuckles underneath your chin and holds you there, eye to eye. You don't say anything. He's too close, suddenly, and your face is so hot. "Tell the truth," he whispers, and he's not laughing anymore. He steps closer, even though there's nowhere else for him to go except against you. "Please?" But you can't.

"I have to go, my bus--" and you're gone, bolting from the room before he can stop you, leaving his hand in the air, where you were just a second ago. __________

You stay up half the night thinking about him. You remember how it felt watching their first show-- how good he was on stage, how solid the dynamic was between the band, how round and red his cheeks got when he laughed up there, in his element.

And then you remember how it felt in the dark with him, the warmth of his body against yours, how firmly he’d held your chin, how small he smiled when it was just the two of you.

___________ At the next rehearsal, you find him and Jaemin waiting outside the studio space for someone else to finish up. For the first time, he won’t look at you at all.

You ignore it. You sit down across from them on the carpet and talk to Jaemin like this isn’t bothering you-- even though even he seems to notice something is up, glancing between the two of you once or twice. “WOW,” he says loudly, a few minutes into ignoring the elephant in the room. “I think my phone is ringing.”

“Your what?” You know he’s lying-- he knows you know he’s lying-- but he only grins, patting his pocket as he stands up.

“I’m vibrating. It might be an emergency.”

You watch him go-- and watch, too, as he catches Renjun and Mark outside, steering them with him as he moves away from the door.

“Smooth,” Haechan mutters. When you look over at him, his eyes are glued to the wall.

“I didn’t think you were talking to me,” you say, a little amused despite yourself.

“I’m not.”

“And how’s that working out for you?”

“Badly,” he says, clearly pouting now.

You laugh and crawl over to him, delighting a little at the way he glances, pretends he didn’t, and does it again.

“Then maybe it’s time to stop?”

“You told me not to look at you,” he sniffs. “So I’m not.”

“Haechan--”

“I can take a rejection when it’s a real rejection,” he grumbles. “But it wasn’t even-- you ran,” he says, and you can’t call him wrong.

“I know,” you say, and scoot a little closer. You’re almost between his legs, now, and when he still won’t look at you you glide your hands up them, light over his denim. You feel his muscles tense under your hands and then his legs are spreading a little wider, making room for you between them.

“So is it?” he asks when your hands still. His thighs are warm and wide and you kind of want to lie down on them, feel how plush they’d feel under your cheek.

You zone out without meaning to, and when you look back up at him you find him looking at you, expression wide open. You knew he was attracted to you, but you didn’t expect this-- nerves, a little longing, and, you think, pure desire.

“Is it what?” you ask, digging your fingers in. He gasps, sharp enough that you feel his body jump a little.

“A rejection?” he asks, and swallows.

You move your hands between his legs-- and laugh when that makes him jump, too-- but they’re just there to hold you up while you lean in, watching the way his eyes dart from your eyes, to your lips, to the gap of your shirt where it falls open, back to your mouth. He runs his tongue over his lower lip.

“Maybe it was nerves,” you tease. “Maybe--”

You don’t get anything else out. His hands are gentle where they hold your face but his mouth is rough, pressed so tight against yours you forget to breath for a second. Forget, too, that the only things holding you up are your hands; you try to touch him automatically and then you’re falling forward. And then his hands are on your waist, pulling you into your lap instead while he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth and catching his teeth against your lower lip before he pulls away. You breathe together for a moment. You realize that the staring, when it’s mutual, is different than you expected. Warmer. Softer.

“Maybe I just didn’t want it to be a groupie thing,” you blurt out.

He smiles slowly, running his thumb against your lip, the curve of your cheek.

“Does this feel like a groupie thing?” he asks. He presses a kiss, chaste in comparison, against your mouth, and then your cheek, and then just under your jaw, his tongue barely brushing against your skin.

“Not really,” you sigh, relaxing against him. His hands move from your waist to your ass, mouth stlil busy sucking and nipping at your neck, and you’ve just gotten a hand in his hair when you hear a cough from behind you.

“I don’t want to, like, interrupt, but we only have the room for two hours and--”

“Mark,” Jaemin hisses, and you can’t help it-- you laugh, even though you can feel Haechan pouting against you. “I said give them five minutes.”

“Five minutes are up!”

“We should go,” you say, tugging him away from your skin by the hair-- and you don’t miss the way his eyes flutter at that.

“Jaemin said five minutes,” he says mulishly, but he let’s go of you when you stand, and smiles at you when you pull him to his feet.

“There’ll be five minutes after,” you suggest, and he laughs.

You notice, as you move to pick up your keyboard case, that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, and you think maybe that’s a good sign.

[susiecarter]

thank you so much for your wonderful reply to my ask about the wips!❤️ please believe me when i say i’m patiently looking forward to ALL of them! (especially the gq/croc eggbaby series omfggg!!! plus the superbat sequels and top gun big bang aaaaa!)

now i can’t lie, i am constantly eyeing ‘bvs was Bruce Wayne’s kinky coma dream’ because that line alone makes me madly curious! so if i had to pick one idea that i’d LOVE to know more about, it’s definitely that one! thanks a lot again for indulging me!!! ❤️

:D And you are too good to me, anon, I can ONLY HOPE they're each worth the wait in the end! <333 (The eggbaby series is totally growing a plot on me, which I'm praying does not careen out of control. :'D And the Superbat sequels will probably take me the longest, just FYI, but I hope the guarantee of the Top Gun Big Bang makes up for that! :D)

... Honestly, I sometimes forget that not everyone in the entire world has been witness to the great struggle that is BvS Was Bruce Wayne's Vaguely Kinky Coma Dream. :'D Basically, it's pretty much what it says on the tin: fresh out of the theater after seeing BvS for the first time, I found myself pretty firmly convinced that the theatrical cut of that movie makes a hell of a lot more sense if it's Bruce having a strangely prescient, kinky dream than anything else.

Consider the following:

The original theatrical cut of BvS had noticeably less of Clark's POV than Bruce's; the Ultimate Edition has several additional scenes of his investigation of Batman + Lois putting the pieces together and realizing he'd been set up to fail at the Capitol. Without knowing that, though, and having only seen the theatrical cut, I felt like Clark's side of the narrative was weirdly insubstantial, and he seemed a little extra distant, uninvolved, arbitrarily deciding to fly around all stonefaced and threaten Batman ... not unlike the way Bruce might plausibly see him/imagine him to be, in other words.

(Except, that is, when Clark's talking to his mother, and suddenly seems genuinely troubled, more real, warmer; as if, even doing his best to strip Superman of any humanity, Bruce can't manage to imagine a son talking to his mother without some whiff of love and meaning and comfort involved. ;-;)

I have no reason that I know of not to like Jesse Eisenberg, and he's a good enough actor that I'm confident he was doing exactly what he was directed to do, as well as it was possible to do it ... but if BvS is Bruce's dream, it makes fifteen times as much sense to me that Lex Luthor is so blatantly Joker-inflected! Like, of course he is; when Bruce's brain has to generate A Villain, naturally it goes straight for "clearly unhinged, laughs too much, desperately obsessed on a personal level", you know?

(Also, Bruce's kinky brain being in the driver's seat makes Lex delighting in having Clark on his knees on the roof actually secretly a matter of Bruce assuming everyone must want Clark on his knees and dreaming accordingly, which doesn't hurt anything. :'D)

Even in a dream, I don't think Bruce could ever go as far as giving himself the chance to save his own mother; that is both too self-indulgent and too implausible, and he'd reject it as unreal in a heartbeat. The best his subconscious can do is put somebody else's mother Martha in danger, and let him rush in and save her instead. ;-;

The blatant plot U-turn of "oh wait Superman was never the enemy! HANG ON, HERE'S A CONVENIENTLY WORSE ENEMY, let's team up with Superman to beat him!" also makes more sense to me if Bruce, like, needed on a subconscious level to beat Superman up, to prove to himself that he could, but never actually wanted to kill him. Therefore, as soon as he'd pulverized Clark to his own internal satisfaction and indulged the desperate urge to drag Clark around by the throat and put his boot on Clark's chest and (nearly) ~impale Clark his subconscious was soothed, and free to say "okay, now that we've worked through that, we can be friends with Superman, no problem :) let's save the day together!"

HOWEVER, Bruce is still Bruce! There are no true happy endings, in BvS!Bruce's head. The best his brain can do is let Superman die a hero, so Bruce a) was right to have changed his mind about him, b) never has to interact with him again or actually deal with/do anything about any of the shit he was working through via a half-hour-long kinky fight scene where he got to watch Superman gasp for breath in the rain on his knees, and c) gets to dedicate himself to doing right by Clark's memory (and he might, might, even mentally allow himself some hope of success, with Diana there to help).

Obviously this still leaves plenty of stuff to finagle! Why is Bruce's dream so long, so involved, and so weirdly accurate on certain points? I decided the obvious answer to this was my favorite answer to everything: the ship.

So BvS Was Bruce Wayne's Vaguely Kinky Coma Dream became an AU premise that approximated a time-travel fix-it, in which Bruce Wayne was badly injured during Black Zero (along with plenty of other people), and the ship detected that and connected itself to him (along with plenty of other people) to keep him suspended in an unconscious state while it repaired him. Bruce's kinky brain was driving, cast Clark as the villain until it didn't anymore, flavored everything with Bruce's impressions and expectations ... but the ship used its own data to supplement and stabilize the coma dream until he was physically ready to wake up again.

Which is to say: the ship knows Clark's name and Clark's mother's name, even though Bruce couldn't. It knows about kryptonite, even though Bruce wouldn't, not right at the end of MoS. And it also knows about its genesis chamber, its ability to create things like Doomsday if required to, and, of course, Apokolips—which means the Knightmare ALSO suddenly makes sense, not as Bruce being precognitive? being sent messages from an alternate dimension? who tf knows! but as the ship, aware of the actual Space Threat out there, trying to insert that Space Threat appropriately into the narrative ... only for Bruce's ridiculous stubborn subconscious to shove Clark right back into the middle of the Knightmare, still the bad guy. :'D

ANYWAY, yeah, so then Bruce was going to wake up from his Vaguely Kinky Coma Dream, having experienced BvS and his whole arc of coming to the understanding that Superman's not the villain inside of his own head, and knowing Superman is Clark Kent on top of it, and knowing the actual Lex Luthor is out there, possibly an issue, possibly intending to steal Zod's body and make Doomsday. And he himself would also have JUST EXPERIENCED Clark's death and Clark's funeral, and would be wanting, more than anything, to try to make sure Clark doesn't die this time. And he'd already be three-quarters in love with Clark, while Clark has absolutely no idea who the hell he is or why he seems to know random things about Clark/Kryptonians/the ship or why he seems so weirdly preoccupied with and sad about and protective of Clark–

I have had several thousand words of this thing drafted for literally years now. However, when I first started working on it, I didn't know shit :'D and all I had to go off of with Diana was BvS + some early WW trailers where her movieverse powerset wasn't totally clear. So I wrote some stuff that turned out to make no sense, and then stalled out trying to decide how I wanted to fix it, and then JL came along and gave me a new angle on where the plot should maybe go, and and and ...

... yeah. I've reworked bits and pieces of the outline several times, I finally have a pretty good idea how I want the full story to turn out, but I still haven't actually nailed all the pieces down in order, redrafted the early beginning sections, or, you know, written the rest of the darn thing. :'D

Anyway! That got super long, I'm so sorry, I don't blame you if you noped out of that about halfway through :D but yeah, for all the time that's passed, I'm still really stuck on the idea and still really enamored of everything I worked out about what to do with it and how I wanted it to go, so. I am definitely hoping to one day finish what is literally the first fic I ever started writing in this fandom. /o\ :D

[aether-wasteland-s]

The youngest son of the family Meyrick was an exile. His name was Cain, and in attempting to sabotage the collapse of a revolt, he had been branded an outcast. Unlike most, who would be largely disheartened by carrying such a title, Cain didn’t seem to mind.

It seems he was born for the life of an outlaw. One thing was for certain, and that was that he certainly got used to it quickly. Life on the run was one that was well suited to him. He had little to his name except for that which he’d stolen and the shirt off his back, and he’d found an abandoned demolition project and made a home for himself among the rubble and dust. It wasn’t anything lavish, but it was his, and it was home.

It wasn’t as if he’d had much to claim as his own anyway, and he no longer had any right to anything, but that little run down building was his, at least.

So, when he returned from an all too dangerous city trip to find an unknown figure lying within the rubble, he first checked to see whether he was dreaming. There had never been anyone else here… Nobody else knew where this place was…

So, why now? Had someone always known?

He approached cautiously. No, this was no dream. There really was a man there, and by the looks of things, he was injured.

“Hey,” Cain tried, as softly as he could manage. When there was no response, he tried again.

This time, the man started, drawing in a sharp breath. He attempted to get himself as far from Cain as possible, but whichever injury was most prevalent wasn’t letting that happen.

“Woah woah, ‘s alright, sir. I’m not gonna hurt you…” ‘more than you already are’ he wanted to add, but the words never came. He held up his hands. “I just wanna know how you got here, how you found this place…”

The stranger cleared his throat, but even then, it took him a while to respond. “I didn’t think it belonged to anyone,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse. Cain noticed an accent, which was unusual enough in these parts. The fact that it belonged to an injured runaway who’d essentially broken into his home revealed a lot more. Perhaps he was a fellow exile, bound to walk this place alone as he was.

“You’re right, I kept it as I found it. I thought that nobody would spare it a second thought… Clearly, I was wrong.”

The man said nothing, all the apology he could muster written in his strangely blue eyes.

Cain sighed. “I didn’t mean anything by it… You’re like me, ain’t you? An exile?”

That was the riskiest question he’d ever asked. Weirdly enough, the stranger offered no protest or even so much as an offended look. In fact, the expression on his face was more defeated than anything else.

“... Yes. That- that is true…” he nodded like he didn’t want to admit it.

Cain offered him a sympathetic glance in return. “What’s your name, traveller?”

“Theonidus.”

Oh yeah, this man was definitely a runaway. An exile from another kingdom whose very identity was probably stained with blemishes. There was blood on his hands, and that wasn’t strictly metaphorical.

“I’m Cain. You’re welcome to stay, if you want, Theonidus.”

Being presented with no better option, and needing the time to tend to himself, Theonidus accepted the offer. His first priority was getting himself to such a standard that nobody else would suspect him of murder. At the end of the day, he was exiled on a lie. He was at the scene of a crime when the figurehead of his kingdom caught him with the blood of his late friend on his hands, and didn’t think twice about casting him out. Since then, he’d been looking out for himself and trying to find some time to tend to his injuries without risking his freedom or his consciousness.

After Cain invited him to stay, he brought out the resources he’d been using before his conviction, and started to patch himself up as best as he could. The most prevalent injury he’d sustained was a long, thin slash running from one shoulder blade to the other. He couldn’t exactly remember how that one was sustained, but he supposed it had something to do with the moments before he was cast out. It would be difficult to cover, that much was for certain.

Cain watched the care he expressed over himself. He’d given up doing that a long time ago; he no longer cared for how he presented himself and paid little mind to what he did with injuries. But, watching Theonidus was a strange experience, and the way that he performed such a set of tasks seemed like it should be answering questions.

“Are you a medic?” he asked, suddenly feeling awkward for remaining standing, and deciding to slide down against the wall.

“In a sense,” Theonidus answered, not looking up from his work. “I had been training, but that was something I never got to finish.” He sighed, almost full of regret, and then at last did he look up. “Cain… This may come as an incredibly outlandish question… But, do you believe in ghosts?”

For a moment, Cain stopped, having been taken completely off guard by Theonidus’ sudden shift in tone. He knew exactly what this question was regarding, but it was awfully startling to be hearing it from a man of science. “Yeah, I do,” he confirmed, and then added, “let me guess, you’ve got yourself a ghost, and you don’t know whether or not it’s real?”

Theonidus looked startled. “Wh- yeah, actually… How did you-?” He looked over towards the shadow of a tall man standing by his side.

“Oh, every outcast has their ghosts, mate. It’s basically commonplace.”

“You too?”

“Oh aye. His name was Michael. He was just a kid, bless his heart… A runaway. I tried to help, but we got chased, and he wasn’t fast enough… I’m gonna regret that one forever…” As he spoke, someone else emerged from a different part of the building. He was young; no older than 20 at best, and his dark hair was pulled back from his face with a rough strip of fabric. Theonidus was under the assumption that this was Michael, because his skin bore the same ashen quality of his own ghost.

“What- what about you?” Cain asked, suddenly wary.

“His name was Allicus. My closest friend. It was a shame that I couldn’t save him when I tried. He’s the reason I’m on the run, actually…”

No more was said on the matter. For the first time, Cain really started to notice Theonidus’ ghost. He was aware that the traveller was a tall man, but his ghost was far taller, and his hair looked like it had been hacked short with a blade.

Michael approached silently, and reached out his hand. Allicus returned the gesture with a brisk handshake, the lad bringing a slight smile to his lips.

“What d’you mean that he’s the reason you’re on the run?” Cain asked out of his own curiosity.

“Well,” Theonidus looked briefly at the ghosts, and then forced himself to glance back up at Cain. “I got caught on the scene of a battle with blood on my hands. His blood. In all honesty, I was trying to save him, but-”

“But it looked like you were in the middle of murderin’ him?”

Theonidus only nodded.

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[dopamindeficitdingo]

Sonya and Porfiry character dynamic headcanon

(fic-monologue below)

I have a hc about Raz and Dunya bringing even the old and physically off but mentally surely eloquent uncle Porfiry to Siberia with them (lmao i would watch Rodya's face when they finally meet again lmaooooo😂😂😂😂) Then Porfiry inherently has to meet Sonya, too.

I think they would befriend each other so soon because according to my hc they have a pretty lot in common☺️ First point is, i think, Sonya is a tee person, too. (About this, more infos later, mhm, @yvehattan?) And on an another but not less deep and spiritual level:

Porfiry is i think kinda atheist but he has a similarly humane opinion on psychology as Sonya has on faith. Also both of them are shy/socially really awkward people in society who are despite totally able to open up and be abstract and weirdly enthusiastic about topics, they only need to be in the right, safe places (rolled up in cosy blanket, sipping tee, together and alone at the same time, if possible). And as they notice it, they immediately become soulmates. (yeah!)

And i lowkey LOVE imagining their dynamic:

I think Porfiry is the person who is awake whole nights to explain how domestic abuse works (okay this could get unnecessarily postmodern at this point but i hope it won't)

Porfiry:

"Sonya it wasn't your fault - surely not. Yes. Yes, haven't i said yet? No, my dove, please, stop this. May i note, the word strong in this context is cruel and inappropriate. Sonya, dear Sonya. For God's sake. You were a child. You didn't need to be strong, you needed to be safe. Be careful with words, hehe, especially if you have talent to use them - and you have! Sure, hehe! Also you don't start to laugh in a demoralisingly hysterical way in the middle of any sentence! What a rhetorical advantage! Oh, my dove, Sonya. Are we now crying or laughing? You don't have to decide, this is called recovery, too. Or an other kind of hysteria than mine, hehe, you name it. Nah, you're more like laughing, aren't you? Oh, ahem, ehehe, sure, just hug me if needed. I have never had a daughter, bytheway. And as all of my conditions show - probably never will, hehe. Nah, who needs that ugly burocracy, of course you can be! Dear Sonya, dearest Sonya. Yes of course we don't have to erase this poor Semeon Marmeladov, too. We acknowledge what he gave and what he took from us and - no, it is not obligatory to forgive him if you don't feel like that. Don't blame anybody else either, i think... Except burocracy. The only thing we can blame with cold blood is burocracy, hehe. And... What? Pyotr Petrovi... Of course, burocracy and Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin! Holy shit that man - oppardon dear, it was unfortunately intentional. But anyway! This man is the only one i won't have a conversation with! Only if he pays my whole retirement!

[lured-into-wonderland]

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

#7, #21, #22, and #28

((HI! It's been a while how are you?! OwO

Weirdly specific but helpful character building questions

(7) What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

<Lizzy>: Lizzy is evil. She would most likely yell “Nunnally, Karlheinz is here with me!” and I am sure Nunnally would come every time. Even if she suspected that’s a bluff. She would not lose even a slightest chance it might be true. Because it could at some point, true?

<Nunnally>: That is cruel Lizzy, you should not be doing that.

<Lizzy>: I know, probably I would not. To continue with this question: I am not sure what Nunnally’s best friend or romantic partner would yell. I guess that is a question without an answer. Yet.

<Nunnally>: They would call Nunnally. Or some short form of it, if they use it. What else could be appropraite?

(21) What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

<Nunnally>: “I follow the etiquette. At least in time and place, where it needs to be followed. Are there some things I do not agree with? Yes, but I guess the rules that I am talking about do not currently apply to human world. So, I am not entirely sure if we can consider them common. For example, I do not think a girl should only dance three times with one man. At a ball. She should be able to choose her dancing partner freely. Even if that means dancing with the same person all the time. Why shouldn’t a girl be allowed to wear her hair down? Men are not restricted with such limitations in…fashion. I definitely think men and women should face the same obligations and the same restrictions, but oh well, the society is different, and I do not think it will change anytime soon.

<Lizzy>: You are talking about Victorian/Edwardian etiquette. It does not apply anymore. In the human world at least. What you reasonably noticed.

<Nunnally>: I know Lizzy. I can see the progress, but it seems not as deep as you might think Lizzy.

<Lizzy>: Let’s move to the next question and discuss that later over a cup of tea.

<Nunnally>: As you wish Lizzy.

(22) What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

“Household duties like cooking, cleaning, washing… I am not sure why I should be bothered with them and not commit myself into something more important. Like science. And I am totally scared that one I will be forced to deal with them… And getting married. That immensely scares me. Having to get married.”

(28) What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

“That’s a weird question. Are we talking about small things or big things? When small things are concerned, I see no point of not telling what I really want. Perhaps with some small exceptions. If saying it, if wanting it could insult someone, someone you care about, then it’s better to remain silent. As for the important and big desires… Well, I am not really the one to talk about what I really want. But I have expressed more than a few times that I really want to be with my Father all the time. And that I miss Him when He is far away. So yes, that is something I really want and something I would openly say. But I have not told anyone about my dreams for the future. And I do not think that I would ever do that. That’s too complicated and so unlikely to happen.” – Nunnally sighing slightly at the verge of tears.

[death2normalcy]

I’m going to get to all the 3Racha songs eventually, but until I do, I decided to share my thoughts on all the Stray Kids music videos/performance videos, because why not?

These aren’t going to be in lists like the songs were, there just going to be in the order I watch them and my thoughts on each one.

This post has the music videos from before they debuted (’Mixtape’), as well as ‘I Am Not’. I think I got all of them, but if I missed any, I’ll just talk about them on another post.

*Not that it matters overall, but when I mention someone who stands out in the video, it may not be the person who stood out in my initial listen of the song. For instance, I find Chan stands out a lot more in the videos early on, despite me not really saying he stands out in the song themselves. Also, it doesn’t mean everyone else does bad or something, just that, oh hey, this person caught my eye a lot.

**oh, also, I’m going to try my very best, especially later on, to not just say my faves stand out more. I love all the guys, but I just know in the later videos, I’m going to have the urge to say Changbin stands out a lot, but I will resist the urge, I promise, lmao

Hellevator - First of all, they are actual babies here and it’s a lot to take in. They’re adorable. I really love the scenes of them laughing and playing around with each other and how it contrasts the lyrics and the other scenes in the video. The scene of them running was interesting, and the final shot probably means something, but since I’m a relatively newer Stay, I have no idea what it is. Also, seems unfair to point out that Han stands out here, considering he gets so many solo scenes, but he does. OH, and the dance is pretty great too.

Spread My Wings - This is just a performance video, so no crazy visuals to keep up with, but still enjoyable. I wouldn’t say anyone stands out more than the others for me, except maybe Chan, but I do find he tends to stand out a bit more in the earlier videos anyways. The others hadn’t really fully come into their own yet, and it shows, but they all do get there and I can’t wait to see the progression as I go through the videos, lol.

Beware/Grrr - This is the first video of the three pre-debut music videos where I fully noticed both Changbin and Felix. Bang Chan still stands out as well, but those two were the top for me in this one. It’s another performance one, so no craziness to talk about, but the dancing was really good. They hadn’t even debuted yet, but they killed it. Also, didn’t mention it yet, but Chan’s curly hair is so cute.

District 9 - This one was interesting, I like the concept of the all white outfits and being locked up, and then escaping and the grungy outfits, etc. Cool concept considering the song itself. I actually thought all of 3Racha stood out here, for me at least. Specifically, Changbin. But also, weirdly, Seungmin too. I don’t know why he does, he just does. Love the dancing at the end, in the water, and the shot of them on the...bleachers? I don’t know what that was.

Grow Up - Not a lot to say on this one. They are all so young here, they look like babies, lol. Loved the different rachas kind of being together for a couple scenes, that was cute. Loved the bus scene at the end, even if it stressed me out. Why on top of the bus? But a cute video.

Rock (Street Version) - Look, this video is both cute and dorky, and that’s okay, because that’s the boys 80% of the time anyways. Still very young, still adorable. I was going to list a standout, but then I ended up listing most of them, so no one stands out, because they all do, lol. I just love seeing them have fun with anything, honestly.

Mirror - Another performance video, but wow, maybe my favorite one yet. I love this. I love the concept, how the choreography matches the song title. The actual mirror scenes were a little too dramatic, but it’s still a good video. Also, really loved the Seungmin/Lee Know dancing moments, definitely my favorite in this one.

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love getting distracted during lecture overthinking the shit out of something probably no one will actually notice/think about/care about 🤪😍

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so, I've noticed that some Discourse™ posts about adult content (and I am including my own in this) tend to have a kind of misery poker element to them. like, "well, when I was your age, I watched videos of people being literally set on fire, and I'm fine, so stop complaining about zutara!" or whatever, which just isn't really a good argument, considering that the response is going to be "no, you're not fine, you think it's okay to have porn of teenage characters on AO3!"

so, I want to tell a story about the opposite of that.

I think I've talked about this before on here, but my parents were extremely careful about the kind of media my siblings and I watched as kids. not for religious reasons; it was for the entirely secular reason of "screentime in general, but especially violent or sexual media of any kind, is bad for children's brains." I exclusively watched PBS (except for the news and Saturday morning cartoons on ABC) until I was eleven or twelve, because stuff like Power Rangers and The Power Puff Girls was too violent.

I started being allowed to branch out into "adult" media because I was considered old enough to self-screen for inappropriate content, and also pre-screen stuff for my younger siblings and, at least one time I remember, someone else's kids. this is why I started being allowed to watch police procedurals: I watched the first ten minutes or so of an episode of Numb3rs (it was Soft Target, I remember the imagery extremely clearly) and was able to convince my mom to let me watch it because a) it wasn't any more violent than Mystery, b) it had math in it and was therefore educational, and c) it came on at 9 PM on Fridays so it wouldn't keep me up too late on a school night.

the problem wasn't that I was incapable of filtering my own media. I was excellent at filtering my own media. the problem was that I was twelve years old and the most graphic thing I'd seen up to that point was Miss Marple, so my filter was wildly miscalibrated.

some things that I considered "inappropriate for children":

The Will Of The Empress by Tamora Pierce, both then and now my favorite author, not because of the two seconds of implied sexual content that flew directly over my head, but because one of the characters discovered she was a lesbian and kissed a girl onscreen a couple of times, and of course gay content meant something was automatically adult.

Eldest by Christopher Paolini, where I somehow completely missed all the nudity except for one scene where a pair of twin elves are described as dancing while naked, which to me made it basically porn.

Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, because of the scene where the Sheriff of Nottingham speeds through his wedding ceremony as quickly as possible so he can have sex with Maid Marian right there on the floor, not because it's a weirdly graphic almost-rape scene that's played for laughs for some reason, but because it had sex in it!

I think when someone talks about how X Show Is Problematic or Y Ship Is Morally Wrong, the response tends to sound like, "Suck it up and ignore any potential implications or problems it has, you big whiny baby!", which is not my point here.

my point is that when you haven't been exposed to a wide variety of content and/or life experiences, your Media Immune System is going to overreact to stuff that, in the grand scheme of things, is probably not that bad, because it's the first time you are experiencing it. it's also going to underreact to things that are so beyond your frame of reference that you can't even identify them as potential problems. your filter is going to be badly calibrated because you don't know what to calibrate it to.

I don't think being an adult is being able to handle The Most Viscerally Uncomfortable Movie or anything like that. I do think being an adult is, basically, microdosing on Problematic Content™ to expand your boundaries enough to even know what your boundaries are.

but if your response to anything potentially problematic is to completely avoid it because consuming it – or, horror of horrors, enjoying it – somehow taints you as a person, I can guarantee you that your filter is already wildly miscalibrated and you're doing your level best to keep it that way.