#i miss the social tab SO BAD

[mustasekittens]

im just making shitposts like i cant stop laughing at my own shitty jokes

[lnfours]

i keep thinking of a second chance romance with lando, f.e. being young and having made stupid decisions when his career was just taking off, and then after a few years kind of wishing to get it all back🤔

i am: sobbing. i love second chance romances. also i got carried away… again…

lando brainrot? lando brainrot.

max fewtrell was the definition of a social butterfly. and if lando didn’t know that already, he sure did now. looking around at the crowd, he was almost sure his friend was more popular than him. he didn’t even know max knew this many people.

the music inside the house was loud, lando swore he could feel the bass in his heart. max had left him a while ago, the rest of the quadrant team off to god knows where. he stood in the kitchen, grabbing a drink and escaping from the crowd in the other room. he scanned the area as he tried his best to find someone to strike up a conversation with so he didn’t look like a total loser while his best friend made his rounds to different people.

that’s when he caught the first glimpse of you, making him do a double take as he looked back to where he thought he saw you. and sure enough, it was. you were here. in london. in the flesh. after all this time, you had come back.

his feet were moving before his brain could process what he was doing, mumbling soft ‘excuse me’s as he tried his hardest to reach you. luckily, ethan had found you and managed to keep you in a spot where he could join in on the conversation.

“that’s great, ethan!” you smiled, “congratulations!”

“thanks,” he smiled before lando caught his eye, “mate, look who’s here!”

you turned around to look at who ethan was talking to behind you, only to be met with those familiar green eyes and brown curls. you felt your heart squeeze in your chest, and all of a sudden you were brought back to when you were nineteen and madly in love.

scratch that, the only time you ever considered yourself to be in love.

you and lando weren’t necessarily on bad terms, the both of you had just drifted away. you had been through every thing together, attached to the hip since you were children. and the breakup was hard, sure, but with you moving to the states and his career taking off, neither of you had much time to think about it. you didn’t let yourself think about it.

“hey,” he said, coming to stand with the two of you now, “you’re… here?”

you smiled softly at the brit in front of you, “i wasn’t going to miss max’s engagement party.”

ethan had disappeared from the two of you, finding his way back to niran and aarav. it was just the two of you.

“yeah,” lando smiled softly, “uhm, how’s the states?”

“fine,” you shrugged, “no place like home, though.”

“you’re just back for the party?”

you hummed, taking a sip of your drink, “actually, they asked if i wanted to be a project leader for something they’re working on in the office over here, so i’m back in london for right now.”

he raised his eyebrows, “oh, that’s awesome, congratulations.”

you smiled, “thanks,” you couldn’t help it, your eyes taking him in. he looked good. so good. of course you still kept tabs on him, still watched the races when you had the chance to do so. but something about seeing him again after all this time, in the flesh and not on your tv screen, your heart was yearning, “saw your podium last week, mega drive.”

he shrugged, “it was alright, i guess.”

“don’t tell me you still do that.”

he laughed softly, “do what?”

“your thing!” you chuckled, “you do that thing where, no matter how good of a drive you have, you’re like ‘eh, could be better’.”

“well, it could be,” he said, “could’ve been me on the first place spot.”

“you’ll get there one day.”

he smiled softly at you before looking around the crowd. he spotted the door to that lead to the back deck that looked vacant, “did you want to step outside? get some air.”

you nodded and he offered you his hand. you took it gently, letting him lead you through the crowd of people before you reached the back door. he opened it, letting you step outside first. the cool summer breeze was a relief, the escaping from the loud music and an overwhelming amount of people.

“forgot why i loved this place so much,” you said, looking up at the night sky as he closed the door behind him, “you can see the stars here. can’t see much in new york.”

he hummed, stepping behind you, “might as well take in as much as the night sky you can get.”

“believe me, i am,” you chuckled softly, turning around to face him. the moonlight dimly lit his face as he stood in front of you, and you could finally see the start of a little bit of facial hair on his chin. you smiled teasingly, pointing at it, “i see you can finally grow facial hair,”

he rolled his eyes, “yeah and if i remember correctly, you said you were into guys with no facial hair.”

you twisted your lips in though, “still true.”

“damn,” he mumbled, bringing his hand up to his face, “guess i’ll have to go get a new razor tomorrow.”

you laughed, the two of you taking a seat on the steps of the porch. you looked back up at the sky, trying hard to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest. trying so hard that your brain couldn’t filter the next words out of your mouth.

“what ever happened with us?”

he looked over at you now, taking in your side profile before you looked over at him, “what do you mean?”

“do you ever think about us?” you asked, “like where we would be right now if we hadn’t gone and fucked it all.”

he licked his lips, “yeah, all the time.”

“me too.”

“this would probably be our engagement party,” he joked and you smiled, “can’t believe max beat us to it.”

“tell me about it,” you sighed, “i just had to give blake twenty bucks.”

he laughed softly, “no, but, seriously. i’m happy you’re here. i missed you.”

you swallowed, looking back into his eyes, “you missed me?”

“who wouldn’t?” he said, “even when we ended things and you moved and then i moved, i couldn’t help but feel like my life was missing something. like i was missing a piece to the puzzle, and… it was you.”

you were silent for a moment, processing everything that he had said before he cut your thinking process off, “i’m sorry, i didn’t-“

“lan,” you said, placing your hand on his, his rambling pausing as he mouth closed, “i feel the same. i was miserable in new york. i kept feeling like i had left something behind, like i abandoned it. and really, i had abandoned you.”

“you didn’t abandon me.”

“no, but it felt like it,” you said, “our whole lives it’s always been us against the world. and the last couple years it’s felt like its been the whole world against me. letting us go was one of the worst mistakes i ever made.”

“me too,” he said, reaching up and brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face, “i’m still madly in love with you. i don’t think i ever stopped being in love with you.”

“me either.” your voice was softer now, realizing how close he was and taking in all the things you loved about him. his dimples, the way the freckles and moles decorated his face. he was still yours. he always had been.

he leaned forward, nose brushing against yours. you smiled softly, letting him cup your face into his hand. something he always did that would turn you to putty in his hands. even now.

“can i take you out for breakfast tomorrow?”

you nodded, biting down on your lower lip to suppress the grin on your face, which was ultimately failing, “i’d love that.”

he finally pressed his lips to yours, you melting into him. he pulled you as close as he could get you, deepening the kiss as he tilted his head to the side.

“hey, lando! shit, sorry-“

you two broke apart at the sound of max’s voice, who had already turned around and walked away from the two of you. lando laughed softly, letting your head dip down onto his chest.

“well, now we don’t have to worry about telling him.”

[osaemu]

hello miss hannah i hope ur having a nice day! do you have any spare chuuya thoughts? 🧎‍♀️

HAI INEZZZ! ohmygdoh i wrote out a whole thing for this last night but then i accidentally closed the tab. without saving. so.

i read somewhere that chuuya would take off his hat and hold it to his chest when he kisses you and i havent been the same since

he's clingy asf when he's drunk. i would know bc i was the wineglass.

i dont really think chuuya'd be an active poster on social media, but he probably scrolls a normal amount. not a deranged amount like me

i think chuuya would have really nice cursive but his print is really mid. not bad but not exceptionally good either, definitely way better than most guys' handwriting tho

i would write more but i forgot everything i wrote earlier lol

[shadowwolflady]

Hatake Kakashi Headcanons

Alright. It's time for some of my husband's headcanons. I consider Kakashi my husband. So I have to make some headcanons for him.

Known

Birthday September 15th

Zodiac Virgo

Height 181 cm

Weight 67.5 kg

Blood type O

Hair color silver/gray

Eye color gray

Missions completed 1,141

197 D

190 C

414 B

298 A

42 S

Fighting

Jutsu: Tai and Nin

Kekkei: Sharingan

Hidden ability: Kamui

Style: Tracking/Assassination specialist

General

Reads Icha Icha in public

This man is an introvert.

Favorite colors: black, grey, green (neutral colors)

Work smarter not harder

Is late to things that aren't important

Sees KIA stone in morning

Appreciates his comrades more than he lets on

If you can't find him, he is reading or working out. Most likely reading.

If you REALLY can't find him, he is trying to hide and keep away from people.

He is straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. Especially when it is something he likes.

Kakashi does smoke, only when extremely tired and stressed, like after a tough mission. Other than that, he won't smoke.

Will. Do. 400. Crunches. For. The. Fun. Of. It. Basically any kind of exercise for the hell of it.

His spacial awareness is insanely keen.

The moment he walks into a place or room, he already has a plan in case things go awry. He has an exit path separate from the front. He already has tabs on civilians and potential allies. On top of that, he already can sense those who have ill intent.

Plays dumb so he doesn't have to interact or get involved.

Has hyper focused on something and missed a conversation point.

Has fallen out of bed.

Has fallen asleep with his gear on. Basically face plant into his bed the moment he got home. And didn't wake up until 12 hours later to go to the bathroom.

He always throws up an aloof facade so he throws his opponents off. Acting bored or disinterested is the best way to rile up an opponent's anger, which can cause them to lose a fight.

Just the fact he shows up to something or for someone is a big deal. It means he supports them or it is important to him in a way, even if he is forced.

He gets really quiet and withdrawn when tired. Usually his book isn't even out by this point.

He gets more irritable when tired. He tries to keep his comments to himself and mouth shut.

Has massive respect for kunoichi. It isn't easy in the shinobi world and a woman has to be bad ass if they want to achieve recognition.

He is a stickler for teamwork and comradery.

He has a favorite tree he likes to sit in so he can watch over people while he reads.

He has sharp canines.

Food

Favorite food Miso with Eggplant with salt boiled saury

Can cook

Likes simple meals

Doesn't like sweets

More savory food

Fish, beef, chicken, pork. In that order.

Can handle most spices.

Fast eater

Least favorite anything fried or sweet

Drinks

Social drinker

Can hold his liquor

It is rare, but in the mornings he will have Coffee, Black

Tea

Water

Behavior

He is a gentleman, walks ladies home at night and makes sure his drunk friends get home.

He will get cats out of trees for civilians.

He will help the elderly with groceries.

Calm, cool, collected.

He is quiet and analytic, he likes to stay in the background and unnoticed. He will step in when he feels like no one will be able to handle the situation.

He is usually reading or day dreaming.

He usually speaks tactfully. But he does say what is on his mind.

Originally, he was strict and by the book. But after Obito's death, he became carefree and prioritized team safety over success of the mission.

He is reluctant to let anyone close to him. He fears losing them.

Modest about his abilities.

Senses

He has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.

He has a sensitive chakra network, able to pick up on people around him and distinguish friend and foe by their chakra signature.

Hygiene

Showers at night

Smells like sandalwood and timber, earthy undertone

He brushes his teeth with mint and mouthwash

He shaves every morning.

Comb? What's that? Maybe once a week or so.

Fighting Style

Kakashi uses a ton of kicks to keep opponents at bay from getting too close to him.

INSANE core strength.

Fluid movements.

Constantly adapting to the fight, changing grips and angles of attack.

Will use chakra as a last resort.

Will use Sharingan as the ultimate last resort.

Will prefer to knock out or render unable to move. Will terminate as a last resort or if opponent is known in bingo book.

Has dealt with bingo book individuals before.

He usually waits to strike.

His Anbu training takes over and he strikes fast and lethal over power.

Lots of his fighting is based off Gai.

Kakashi knows the strongest and most powerful muscles in the body are the legs, which is why he uses them.

Sleep

He tends to sleep on his back.

He will wind up on his side.

He is a light sleeper.

Has insomnia.

He does like to nap during the day. Usually in a tree or outside. But he has napped at home.

He sleeps with a kunai under his pillow.

If he can't sleep he will read.

If that doesn't work, he will go for a walk around the village.

He enjoys taking naps with his ninken.

Chakra

First chakra affinity is Lightning

Second is Earth

Can wield all elements due to sharingan

Mental

Has PTSD

Depression

Insomnia, hence naps.

DISSOCIATION

He will have night terrors to the point he will purposely walk around the village to avoid sleep.

Has scrubbed his skin to the point of bleeding so he could get the memory of blood off.

I will post more, but this is the general list I have for him.

My other list is for that when he is with my OC, Rai.

He is so precious! He has my heart! I love him so much!

[roadsidebrambles]

I wanted to make my own separate post as opposed to commenting on the other one.

I get that sometimes when you see a bunch of people laughing and having fun with the funny part of something important it can sometimes feel like they missed the point of the important thing.

But just because people are talking to each other about the funny part on tumblr and Facebook and Twitter doesn't mean that they didn't pay attention to the important part.

It means that they probably didn't have anything substantial to say or add about the important part.

And in the case of the hbomberguy video where the important part is properly giving credit and payment to researchers, writers, and artists whose material is used for creation of youtube videos and other paid creations:

He stated it pretty clearly and provided a great playlist for people to take immediate action with by checking out those creators and subscribing to anyone they vibe with.

There are 4 obvious actions in response to the video:

Dunk on the bad actors listed in the video - easy, funny, low effort, and it gets more people to watch the videos by Harris and Todd that not only inform on who is plagiarizing but what it is and why it's bad

Subscribe to smaller creators whose work is good and is often jacked by larger creators - easy, fun, low effort but medium time investment

Provide information about another plagiarizer/someone that doesn't give meaningful credit - high effort, requires time to research and compile evidence, has a risk of backlash

Put together a post highlighting writers or artists whose work could be used as a resource for youtube videos or written essays - could be low or high effort, takes time to compile and link examples of the work you'd like to highlight, likely may not be seen by anyone that would actually use those resources and may end up as wasted effort

You're going to see a lot of #1 because it's normal to joke about things and discuss things on social media. And #1 does have the benefit of exposing a larger audience to the videos and informing them on the topic.

A lot of #2 IS happening, but most people don't post to Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr when they subscribe to a new youtube channel or follow a new writer on social media.

Most people don't have the time or energy to create something for #3 or #4 and the ones that do might be drowned out in the circulation of the easiest one which is #1.

Because #1 is easiest there's going to be a lot more of it.

I get the gut urge to assume that people are missing the point because they're not shouting out artists and writers they like.

But realistically that's not the only action to be taken and the easiest actions with positive effects have likely already been taken, in that the actual creators of the stolen content have gotten more traffic and hopefully will get more credit and pay in the future and other creators that needed a spotlight have been spotlighted not only by Harris but by other creators as well.

For example I recently followed La'Ron Readus by reccomendation of FD Signifier who likes La'Ron's content and gave the shoutout in his community tab in reference to Harris's video in order to get La'Ron some more subscribers.

If you have someone cool to show off in your back pocket and you have either an audience that will take a quick link and click it with just a simple "they're cool check them out" or if you don't have an audience but do have the skills to make a convincing pitch about why someone should check them out as a resource for their business or paid creative endeavor please do so! Now is a great time!

TLDR

People at large/the crowd are gonna have some fun with this, but the positive actions that are easiest to take are personal and private so you likely won't see them other than in follower counts --- or (hopefully) a greater shift in youtube etiquette to better credit, pay, and direct an audience and other creators (as potential employers) to the people that made the resources used in videos.

Shout out posts that hype up an artist or writer are great but not everyone is equipped to make them. Not everyone is a hype person or sales person.

If you aren't, then no sweat. It's fine to just bring attention to Harris and Todd's videos through jokes so that more people check them out and get informed.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Predator and Prey: Chapter One

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Ongoing Series - Loosely based on ‘Sleeping With the Enemy’

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Alcohol, I think that’s it?

Summary: You move to a small town following a bad breakup around the time Tommy goes to Prison, 3 years later you meet and build a relationship, but will your jealous, angry ex ever really let you go?

Notes: Hiiii! This is my first fic since I was like, 13? So apologies if I’ve missed anything! I’m also UK based trying to write as an American so writing styles and words may differ, but I do try! I just feel like we need more Jake Gyllenhaal fics, and I love a slow burn and some thrills so enjoy! Reblogs and comments welcome :)

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You groaned as your phones alarm clock chimed on your bedside table, the repetitive high pitched dings already putting you in a bad mood for the day.

You slammed your hand on your phone and blindly prodded the screen in the hopes of turning it off, eventually managing to hit the correct spot.

You lay in your dark room, preparing yourself to get up and out of bed for your day of work. It was only Tuesday but it had already been a long week.

After getting dressed, brushing your teeth and hair, and putting on a little bit of makeup, you set out the door. It was still dark out and the only light illuminating the street ahead was from the old street lights that lined the pavement.

The walk to work was only 10 minutes long, but that morning it felt a lot longer, as you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. You turned around to check if anyone was around several times, finding nothing but the odd cat or trash can lining the street.

You eventually made it to work and had enough time to make yourself a cup of coffee before flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to ‘Open’.

The day was slower than normal with very few customers walking into your little book store, which was something you could understand with the town being as small as it was, but you had a few regular book worms who would frequent your shop due to the lack of a library in the area. You bided your time by straightening the shelves and readjusting the pillows on the couches in each of the cosy corners by the windows, counting down the minutes and hours until you could close up and go home to your dog, just to do it all again the next day.

On Wednesday evenings your store played host to a soup kitchen due to the large prep area in the back, as your store was once a small Chinese Restaurant before you bought it. You’d agreed to it being used when your store was closed but soon found yourself volunteering to help chop up vegetables and serve, and you enjoyed it more than you thought you would, making it a recurring Wednesday tradition, so at least tomorrow you’d have something to keep yourself busy with.

It wasn’t all bad though, the time you had on your hands. Most afternoons once you had closed up shop, you’d take your dog, Jet, down to the local park to play fletch. Or you’d catch up on your own reading, or try a new recipe only for it to cost you more than takeout and taste nothing like what you’d hoped. It did get lonely though, with the only family you had living on opposite ends of the country, at times you’d considered moving closer to them, but you’d come to love the little town you’d stumbled across 3 years ago.

You’d only moved here from New York when your breakup with Jason had reached boiling point, with him knowing all of your friends, rumours about you soon spread and it became unbearable to stay. He had started stalking you and had your friends keep tabs on everywhere you went, eventually you even opted to forego all social interactions. You had welcomed the fresh start, and once you’d blocked Jason’s number you could finally begin to move on.

One time he had written you a letter after having found your new address on a piece of mail with your forwarding address attached, which somehow made its way to your old apartment instead. The letter was full of threats, demeaning words and also promises of a better life if you returned, but you dismissed these as empty threats, threw away the letter and got on with creating your new life.

You were just about to close up shop early, when the ding of the bell above the door sounded. You turned around to see a tall, dark haired man with a buzzcut, white t-shirt and a brown jacket walk in. You noticed a small tattoo on his neck.

“Hi, are you after anything specific?” You asked with a small smile, trying not to seem overbearing.

The man smiled politely, but didn’t maintain eye contact for long, and went back to scanning the low shelves near the front door.

“No I’m fine, thank you though.” He said. His voice was deep and gruff, and his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything.” You smiled back, and turned back to the counter where you were organising receipt rolls and pens. You hated it when you went into a store to browse and the staff lingered, so had never done this to your own customers, giving them space.

After a minute or two, the man cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Actually, sorry, yeah. I’m after a book on PTSD, like how to manage it and stuff, do you have anything like that?” He said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked up at you sheepishly.

Oh, perhaps he was one of those army guys, who had seen some horrible things in the war.

“Uhh, yeah we do actually. It’s just overrr…. Here!” You said walking over to a shelf on the left of the store, under the “self help” section.

“We only have the one though, I’m not sure if it will be much help?” You said handing him the book.

“Thanks.” He said, taking the book and scanning over the cover, “It’s not for me.” He added, looking awkward.

“Say no more.” You smiled and laughed a little to ease the tension he may have been feeling.

You walked back to the counter and waited for the man to follow. He took out a twenty dollar bill and waited for you to ring up how much the book would cost. You thought for a moment, and decided to do your one good thing that day.

“Uhh…. It looks like we don’t actually have the book in our system, and no price is showing up, I guess it’s free.” You lied, laughing lightly and pushing his twenty back to him.

The man thought for moment and looked you in the eye. “You really don’t need to do that, I promise the book’s not for me anyway. It’s for my brother.” He shrugged.

“Well then I guess your brother gets a free book.” You smiled, putting the book in a paper bag and handing it to the man.

He smiled, a genuine and slightly crooked smile, and thanked you. He took one last look at you and went to head out the door.

“Wait!” You called suddenly, your bravery getting the best of you. He turned around.

“I haven’t seen you around before, are you local?” You asked.

“Yeah… I’ve been away for a while. My names Tommy.” He smiled.

“Nice to meet you Tommy. I’m (Y/N), hope to see you around.” You smiled back, and turned to go back to your tidying.

Tommy left feeling happier than he had in a while. He hadn’t had a friendly encounter with the towns folk since coming out of prison, or with his family since Sam came back from Afghanistan and the news had come out that he and Grace had kissed.

Tommy didn’t have feelings for Grace, not real feelings anyway, and he realised this once Sam returned. Tommy chalked it up to the grief they both felt having thought he had died, as well as the happiness he felt when he was in a family environment. No, the only feelings Tommy had for Grace now were guilt, and he struggled to be around them.

He had decided to buy a book on how to manage PTSD so he knew how to handle Sam, who was due to come home from his stay at the psychiatric unit. Tommy felt sad that things had become so hard for Sam, and he was determined to not make things any worse.

Your act of kindness towards Tommy had turned a bad day around, and as he drove home that evening, he couldn’t help but think about the warm smile and beautiful eyes that he found at the little bookstore on the corner.

You had just closed up the shop, and began to walk home as the light dipped behind the horizon, casting the sky in a blue haze, the street lights had since flickered on and you watched your shadow grow large and then small as you passed under each one. Jet’s dog walker would have left around 3 hours ago and you bet he’d be itching for another walk, so hurried as fast as you could.

About a block from home you stopped suddenly as your breath caught in your throat and your heart sped up. You could hear footsteps close behind, and the they were closing the gap between you quickly. You spun around prepared to come face to face with an attacker or someone hoping to snatch your measly purse, but were met with an empty sidewalk dimly lit by street lamps and lined with trees.

You strained your eyes for any movement, but eventually convinced yourself you were being paranoid, and speed walked the rest of the way home, only letting your breath go once you were safely inside and you had locked your door.

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-Chapter Two Here-

[withabroken-heart]

I FEEL SO HIGH SCHOOL

shinso x reader

angst, breakup, jealousy, general heartbreak sadness

its been a month since you called it quits, and shinso goes through your instagram late at night.

a/n: keeping tabs on him is what made me feel sane, to be honest. this one is a hugeeee vent and i hope you enjoy <3

a/n: TORTURED POETSSSSSSSS

1:02 am

he knew that realistically, he’d only hurt himself. social media doesn’t snitch on you when you stalk your ex, not unless your stupid or desperate enough to like an old post or hit ‘message’. and he knew you two weren’t talking right now.

it was a messy, messy breakup. to be fair, no breakups are seamless and fair. but yours was beyond just plain messy. feelings were unorganized, old sweaters tossed all over the floor in despair, and both your accounts were completely cleaned out online. he hated deleting his posts for you. but he only did it after he saw you do it first.

shinso was starting to hate his phone. mostly because so much of it was haunted by you. old texts, albums made for you, playlists of your songs together, but there was something about his and your instagram accounts that made it so hard. it was probably because social media is the place to share tidbits of your life- and a year of his life had been with you. but its over now. now what?

he couldn’t sleep tonight. he wanted to hear your voice. he called you twice and no answer. he knew deep down you were asleep, that you didn’t like staying up as late as he did. he wondered if you were dreaming about him.

he missed sleeping with you, so much. he missed getting to snuggle up next to you and drift off in your warmth, begging you to stay in bed with him the next morning. you were always an early riser. even on days you were apart, he missed calling you late at night. he missed falling asleep on the phone with you, not caring how bad it was for his battery life to do so.

he just fucking missed you.

he wondered if you missed him too.

after hearing your voicemail play out, basking in the sound of your voice apologizing for not picking up- knowing that that apology wasn’t meant for him anyway- he clicked instagram. his friends were up and active, spamming texts into the groupchat he was smart enough to mute. he knew they meant well, asking him for the details of your split and offering to spend time with him, but shinso preferred to hurt alone. maybe its because he knew that none of the people that cared about him could be you.

[y/n]_username: smileyy

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xx_yaomomo: CUTEEEE

alienqueen: HAIRCUT REVEAL??

heartz4uraraka: BABYYYY

he scrolled through your posts, looking at the comments your friends left for you. you got your haircut, something that shocked him. you always loved your long hair. you always loved him. thats two things gone.

[y/n]_username: on the edge

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xx_yaomomo: had so much fun w u <3

dkkknari: PHOTO CREDITS RNNN

ejk1rishima: yall [y/n] would not stop slipping 😭

[y/n]_username: @ejk1rishima SHUT UP

he knew his friends were your friends too. it was unfair of him to expect them all to suddenly drop you the way he did, but he never expected it to sting this much.

shinso knew that rooftop. it was the roof of your parents apartment complex. you used to take him and him alone there, claiming it was a spot you only wanted to spend with the people you love. he knew all the little stories, like when you were eight and you threw up over the edge of the building after eating too much ice cream, or when you had your first kiss with him at 2am.

it was a spot just for you two. at least, thats what you told him.

that spot was now filled with other people you loved. he knew it was selfish of him to hope that that place in your heart remains for him and only him, but he also knew it was wrong.

he wanted to be selfish so fucking bad.

[y/n]_username: <3

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shotdrki: beautiful <3

shinso turned off his phone.

he felt a knot form in his chest at the sight. he could put two and two together, seeing you with flowers, your favourite flowers, and someone else calling you what you are. someone that wasn’t him.

shinso knew why he had to end the relationship. he needed to focus on himself, on his hero career and he knew he couldn’t love you under those conditions. it broke his heart knowing he broke yours, knowing this was what he had to do in order for you to be better off.

she deserves better. he thought.

but it also drove him insane thinking about you being with another guy. it drove him crazy wondering who out there was going to be with you. who out there is telling you they love you, who’s holding you and fucking holding your hand.

it just couldn’t be him.

he couldn’t help himself, unlocking his phone and opening your messages. he removed the heart next to your name, only so that when he would call he wouldn’t be tricked into thinking you were still together. god knows he can’t go through that heartbreak again.

[y/n]: i wanna be yours forever

[y/n]: i love you ♥️

shinso felt the memory of your love roll down his cheeks.

[smileysuh]

celebrated

🌙 staring. Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis.  after a long week working overseas, mingyu calls you and wonwoo to make sure you still miss him. And, because he’s the ‘breadwinner’ of the day, supposedly- he’s going to get to call more of the shots ;)

cw/ tw. 3some, phone sex, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, power play, sir (1), multiple orgasms, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.9k

🍭 aus. non idol, poly au, established relationship, model!Mingyu

☀️ mlist + an. this pairing is my life blood and I don't care who knows it

“We should really wait-” you suggest, as your boyfriend strips you naked with an impatient set to his jaw.

“We’ve been waiting for Mingyu for an hour-” Wonwoo insists. “I bet, if we opened up social media, we’d see he’s at the Prada Afterparty-”

“Louis Vuitton,” you correct- only to furrow your brows in confusion, “or- wait-”

It can be hard to keep tabs on all of Mingyu’s whereabouts as a top model in the industry- even after dating for a couple of months.

“Speak of the devil,” Wonwoo grins when his phone buzzes in his pocket, and a moment later, your other lover is on FaceTime.

“Did you start without me?” Mingyu asks when Wonwoo shows him your half-naked form.

“We were about to,” the elder of your boyfriends' retorts. “What took you so long to get back to your hotel room?”

“You know-” Mingyu sighs, “I had to fight off the hot girls-”

“You must be too tired to watch us fuck then,” Wonwoo quickly shuts down the teasing, knowing that after an hour of waiting for Mingyu, you’re in no mood for his egotistical bullshit.

Mingyu groans. “Stop-”

“You stop,” Wonwoo tuts, shaking his head and handing you the phone so he can get back to his task of taking off your sweatpants. “Tell us about your show.”

“I thought my reward for being a ‘working man’ was a phone call where I get to be the dom,” Mingyu pouts dramatically.

“You get to be a dom, not the dom,” Wonwoo corrects him. “Just tell us about your show. Were you modeling for Prada, or Louis Vuitton?”

You love the sly look Wonwoo gives you, the little sneer before he settles between your legs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh while Mingyu goes on a rant about Wonwoo being horrible for not remembering, because of course he’s at a Prada show-

You feel bad because it had been your mistake, not Wonwoo’s- he had known all along- in fact, he’d even said, speak of the devil, and what does the devil wear?

“Prada is in every season-” Mingyu continues while Wonwoo adjusts your thighs over his shoulders, his breath hot against your core- and the model’s annoyance dissipates at the view- “I guess I did keep you waiting for a long time…”

You smile at the fact that you can see Mingyu’s reactions, but all he can see is Wonwoo between your legs.

“Did you guys do anything while you waited?” Mingyu asks while swallowing thickly, and you take a moment to appreciate how pretty he looks-

“Tried to be patient, but I gave her my thigh till she was a moaning mess- and then we took her shirt off-”

“Then you called,” you cut Wonwoo off, shifting with impatience.

With a smile, Wonwoo repeats for the third time; “Tell us about your show.”

Mingyu groans. “It was good, I’ll send you videos tomorrow- baby?”

“Yes, Gyu?”

“Do you miss me?”

“Of course I miss you,” you coo at your lover while Wonwoo moves your panties to the side- “I think about you all the time.”

“You do?”

“Uh huh.” You close your eyes and lean back against the pillows, enjoying the feeling of Wonwoo’s tongue, as it licks a stripe of your pussy-

“She’s been whining about missing your mouth,” Wonwoo teases, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh.

“Really?” Mingyu’s tone has dipped, and there's silence on the line for a second, then; “Have you not been taking care of our girl?”

“I’ve been taking care of her very well,” Wonwoo says, reaching up and plucking the phone from your grasp.

He straightens between your legs, panning the camera shot to take in your whole body until it reaches your face- “Isn’t that right, gorgeous?”

“Uh huh,” you nod quickly, reaching to grab at the waistband of Wonwoo’s sweatpants-

The camera pans down and Wonwoo grins.

“What’s up, baby?” he toys, gently removing your fingers from tugging at him-

“We waited-”

“Yeah Gyu,” Wonwoo laughs; “We waited.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu groans.

“If you keep apologizing to me like that,” the elder of your boyfriends says smoothly, “you’ll never have control of this call.”

Wonwoo is grinning a the phone, and you know the camera’s fixed on you- so at the moment, Wonwoo is holding all the power. He can see Mingyu, he can control the view, and he’s the one calling the shots-

“Fine,” there’s a pause then, “you both waited for me because I’m a model for Prada, now be happy I’m here and not at the afterparty, because I did my best to get here- I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I’m the one being celebrated tonight for doing a runway- so you’ll do what I say.”

Wonwoo looks up at you, and gives a small nod, a smile on his lips when his gaze falls to the phone again. “What did you have in mind, Mingyu?”

“First, you’ll prop the phone up on my tripod next to the bed so I can see everything without your hand being so shaky-”

“Watch it-” Wonwoo warns, but he moves off the bed to follow through with the instruction despite the personal jab-

“That’s better,” Mingyu says when everything is set up, “but princess, we gotta get you naked.”

“I’ll get to it,” the man who joins you on the bed says with a laugh, and you sit up to accommodate the hand that slips under your back to undo the clasp of your bra.

As soon as the material is pulled away, Wonwoo has you pressed to the mattress again, his lips on your neck while he palms at your breast.

“I miss your boobs,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the feeling of Wonwoo on top of you, and you turn your head to look at the phone.

“You see lots of boobs pre runway-” you tease, gasping when Wonwoo pinches at your nipple as if to tell you that you’re ‘toeing a line-’

Then you realize, if Mingyu is in charge tonight, and not just your usual soft switchy boyfriend, you can’t be as playful-

“None of them are yours,” Mingyu states- he obviously hadn’t seen your mistake, or the way Wonwoo quietly chastised you for it. “And how about your pretty pussy? I bet your panties are just sticking to you-”

“I’m so wet-” you confirm, “Wonwoo’s been teasing me-”

“Right- with his thigh-” Mingyu swallows thickly, “and then he got so close to giving in to you- gave you just a bit of his tongue- but he pulled away to talk to me, isn’t that right angel?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He’s a sir now?” Wonwoo breathes hot against your skin as his mouth descends down your body-

“Sounds like he owes you one orgasm- or two, or three-” Mingyu trails off and you find yourself grinning down at Wonwoo, who is looking up at you with a look of realization.

You’re both ganging up on him-

When you give Wonwoo push back by yourself, you’re just a brat.

When Mingyu gives push back, he learns a thing or two about patience-

But with both you and Mingyu together? And an agreement that Mingyu gets dom power on this call?

Things have shifted more than Wonwoo had realized they would, but when his first command from Mingyu is “eat her out until she’s quaking, and then we’ll decide if she should have some more” - well, Wonwoo’s not complaining.

He strips you of your panties, settling between your legs in Mingyu’s usual spot. in the week that your lover’s been away, things have simply been busy, and Wonwoo hasn’t been able to take his time with you- hasn’t had Mingyu in the wings-

“Bet you’ve been missing this,” Wonwoo practically purrs as he pulls you towards his mouth-

Both you and Mingyu let out sounds of affirmation, and Wonwoo’s happy to know that despite any momentary power you and Mingyu had as a united little front- you’re still putty in his hands.

“He gets sloppy with you,” Wonwoo notes, “Mingyu.”

You groan, nodding and shifting your hips towards his face-

“Do you like it sloppy?” Wonwoo can’t help but grin at your movements, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before letting out a deep breath that fans across your wet heat, making you shiver.

“I like it eager,” you respond, enjoying this form of dirty talk- “Mingyu always eats me like he’s starved.”

“Does he?” Wonwoo taunts, ignoring the groan that comes from the phone. “I guess I should give that a try, huh?”

His hands spread your thighs open, and his mouth makes contact with your core, wet tongue dipping into your hole while you scramble to grab at his hair-

“Fuck- Wonwoo-” you shift your hips, closing your eyes and letting your head loll back to the mattress-

Mingyu’s voice makes you tingle when he asks; “How’s he feel?”

“So good-”

“Does he feel like me?”

“He feels-” you let out a whine when Wonwoo focuses in on your clit, and he keeps your legs open with steady hands- “I’m so-”

“Is he really that good?” Mingyu’s tone has shifted to shock, and you can’t blame him. After waiting for an hour to finally get any real action, you and Wonwoo have more pent up energy than you’d realized, and you’re eager for a release-

“I’m gonna- Gyu- please-”

Wonwoo does something Mingyu doesn’t often do while eating you out for a first course- he uses his fingers, and the feeling of two digits slipping into your wet heat has your head spinning.

“You’re cumming already?” Mingyu asks-

“Yes-”

“Then come on, pretty girl, let go for us,” your soft lover groans, making you whine even louder as you fall over the edge- “That’s it baby- fuck, you sound so pretty-”

Wonwoo does his first duty diligently; he eats you out until you’re quaking, and only then does he pull away from your core, fingers continuing to pump in and out of you, their pace drastically slowed-

“What now, Mingyu?” he asks, thumb finding your clit- “I could work another out of her really easily.”

“Do it.”

You’re taken aback at how quickly Mingyu is agreeing with his hyung- and the pressure that’s applied to your clit has your legs threatening to close around Wonwoo’s shoulders, a gasp tumbling from your lips-

“Another?” you question, looking down at Wonwoo desperately.

“Another,” he confirms, bringing his face down to your entrance again-

His mouth is better than his thumb, but it’s also so much worse- because his tongue and the suction of his lips can do things to you that a finger never could- and you’re still so sensitive from your first orgasm-

“Wonwoo-” you wiggle in his grasp, and Wonwoo lifts a hand to splay his fingers across your lower abdomen, pinning you-

“Cum for us again,” Mingyu says simply. “Come on baby, I know you can do it- who’s our good girl?”

“I am,” you whimper, grabbing at the bedsheets-

“And what’s our good girl gonna do for us?”

“I’m gonna cum!” you gasp, the knot in your stomach wound impossibly tight before releasing.

“Fuck-” Mingyu groans loudly, and the sound makes you even more delirious as waves of pleasure slam into you, aided by the man who continues his work between your legs-

“Wonwoo-” you whimper breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his hair-

He lets up, pulling his mouth away from your core while his fingers work you through your high.

It’s amazing to have two people’s attention again-

Mingyu’s not been gone on his trip for long, but even a week of his absence is felt more than you can describe-

“Did you cum too, Mingyu?” Wonwoo’s voice makes you open your eyes, and you turn to look at the phone-

“Maybe,” comes a muffled response, and you realize Mingyu’s carrying his phone- it gets set down, and then comes the sound of running water. A moment later, Mingyu is letting out a deep breath and things are settling again. “I just really miss you guys.”

“You fly back tomorrow night though,” Wonwoo says, removing his fingers from your core to lick them clean.

“Yeah, but I have schedule all day until the airport-” Mingyu groans.

“Baby,” Wonwoo looks down at you slyly, “it sounds like Mingyu’s saying he’s going to be too tired to fuck you tomorrow night when he gets back from his work trip.”

“What?” you sit up, looking towards the phone-

“I just- might be tired tomorrow is all,” Mingyu says, flopping down onto his hotel bed.

“Sleep on the plane,” Wonwoo suggests, pushing his pants down to remove his achingly hard cock-

“You guys are going to pick me up when I land, right?”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” the man rubbing his length between your folds assures his friend before slipping into you with a groan.

“Fuck-” Mingyu lets out his own sound as he adjusts his hold on his phone, watching you and Wonwoo with interest-

“It’s okay if you’re too tired-” you begin, only to cut yourself off with a whine of pleasure when Wonwoo adjusts your leg on his hip- “It’s okay if you’re too tired to fuck me when you get back home,” you assure Mingyu- “Wonwoo will- Wonwoo can fuck me really good before you come home and then we can just sleep-”

“Stop, you guys are the worst,” Mingyu groans, eyebrows pulled together in concentration as he watches Wonwoo fuck you into the mattress.

“You know, I was considering switching up the position to give Gyu a better view-” Wonwoo breathes, “but if he’s going to be like this-”

“Give me the view.”

Wonwoo gives in with a laugh, and before you know it, you’re on your knees with your back to his chest while he fucks up into you from behind, your boobs on display for the third member of your trio, miles away but connected on facetime.

“Fuck- baby, you’re so pretty-” Mingyu groans, and you can tell he has his hand on his cock again, but your view only includes his face-

“She is, isn’t she?” Wonwoo’s breath is hot against your shoulder, and his fingers dig into your hips while he thrusts into you.

“Even with all the other models and pretty girls in the world,” Mingyu shakes his head, swallowing thickly, “there’s only you.”

Wonwoo laughs when your pussy squeezes him at his friend's words. “He always knows what to say to you, doesn’t he, gorgeous?”

You nod, and a moment later, Wonwoo’s digits are on your chin, prompting you to the side so you can meet his lips-

He presses into you fully, holding still while his tongue invades your mouth, and then the hand on your hip slides down to your clit-

“Wonwoo-”

“One more baby,” he tells you softly, “you can give us one more, right?”

You can- as long as it’s only one more.

After an hour of waiting, and then two back-to-back orgasms, you’re already feeling like you’ve been spread a little thin, but one more orgasm is doable of course-

“Look at Mingyu when you cum,” Wonwoo instructs, gently drawing circles on your clit while his lips press kisses to your throat. “He’s been good and patient most of the week while busy with work, so he deserves it, don’t you think?”

You nod eagerly, opening your eyes to stare at the phone, where Mingyu stares back.

Mingyu sits up, biting at his lip with interest before asking, ”You’re gonna cum for us?”

“Yes, Gyu-” you tell him, lifting your hands to your breasts while Wonwoo finds a pace behind you again. Each thrust has your boobs bouncing, and the fingers on your clit are unrelenting now-

“Then cum.” Wonwoo’s breath is hot on the nape of your neck, and it makes you shiver-

Your core tightens on your boyfriend’s length and you both let out groans of pleasure-

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open, but you watch Mingyu, listening to the sounds of both men coming undone with you- Wonwoo moves his hand from your clit to anchor your hips during his final few thrusts, and you can hear Mingyu panting-

As things come to a stop, Wonwoo lets out a deep breath and Mingyu mutters, “fuck” before he’s tossing his phone down and the screen goes black while he audibly lumbers to the bathroom.

Wonwoo chuckles against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

“It will be good to have him back tomorrow,” he says.

You agree, and the two of you get cleaned up. When you return to the bedroom and take your phone off the tripod, you find Mingyu settled under his covers, a sleepy expression on his face.

“You had a long day,” you empathize, smiling at the pretty man you call your boyfriend, “walking a runway-”

“Cumming twice,” Wonwoo adds with a grin, joining you on your bed.

“I’m tired-” Mingyu says, “but I missed you guys. Can we watch an episode of our show on Netflix together before I sleep?”

“Of course,” you respond, and Wonwoo’s already grabbing for his laptop. “And Mingyu?”

“Yeah?”

You smile, heart swelling- “Congratulations on completing your show.”

The model simply grins. “You can congratulate me tomorrow.”

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“I’m gross from the airport,” Mingyu insists when you pick him up at the terminal to take him home. Despite the possible germs he may have concocted while abroad, he doesn’t complain when you suggest sitting together in the back of the car while Wonwoo drives.

Your boyfriend is obviously exhausted- he hardly talks at all, simply holds you close while Wonwoo checks on the two of you every now and again through the rearview mirror.

“He needs a shower,” the elder of your lovers concludes when you’re on the way up to your apartment a short time later, and Mingyu doesn’t complain about this either.

Soon, you find yourself stripping Mingyu of his clothes while steam fills the bathroom.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask while pulling off your shirt.

The model yawns, stretching his arms over his head- and your eyes go to the band of his Calvin Kleins- fingers itching to reach out-

“I’m tired, but-” Mingyu rubs his eyes, swallowing thickly and returning his gaze to you, “but once we’re in the shower, I’ll be better.”

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Hi so I’m an incoming freshman I have autism and ADHD I was wondering do you have any tips for high school specifically for people with autism and ADHD like me? Thank you for your time!!

Hi there,

It’s been out of school since 2015, so I’m rusty with tips. However I did find one article listing 12 tips that might help:

1. You don’t need ONE study space.

A well-stocked desk in a quiet place at home is key, but sometimes you need variety. Coffee shops, libraries, parks, or even just moving to the kitchen table will give you a change of scenery which can prompt your brain to retain information better.

2. Track more than HW in your school planner.

Keeping a calendar helps you plan ahead—but you’ve got more going on than just homework assignments! Make sure you’re marking your extracurricular, work, and social commitments, too. (Tests, band practice, away games, SAT dates, half-days and holidays are just a few examples of reminders for your planner.)

3. Start small.

If you’ve got a big assignment looming, like a research paper, stay motivated by completing a piece of the project every few days. Write one paragraph each night. Or, do 5 algebra problems from your problem set at a time, and then take a break.

4. School supplies (alone) don’t make you organized.

Come up with a system and keep to it. Do you keep one big binder for all your classes with color-coded tabs? Or do you prefer to keep separate notebooks and a folder for handouts? Keep the system simple—if it’s too fancy or complicated, you are less likely to keep it up everyday.

5. Get into a routine.

When will you make the time to do your homework every day? Find the time of day that works best for you (this can change day-to-day, depending on your schedule!), and make a plan to hit the books.

6. Learn how to create a distraction-free zone.

A study on workplace distractions found that it takes workers an average of 25 minutes to return to what they were working on pre-interruption. Try turning off your phone notifications or blocking Twitter (temporarily) on your computer so you can concentrate on the homework tasks at hand.

7. Get real.

When you’re looking at the homework you have to get done tonight, be realistic about how long things actually take. Gauging that reading a history chapter will take an hour and writing a response will take another 30 minutes will help you plan how you spend your time.

8. Use class time wisely.

Is your teacher finished lecturing, but you still have 10 minutes of class left? Get a jump on your chemistry homework while it’s still fresh in your mind. Or use the time to ask your teacher about concepts that were fuzzy the first time.

9. Look over your notes each night to make sure you've got it.

Fill in details, edit the parts that don’t make sense, and star or highlight the bits of information that you know are most important. Interacting with your notes will help you remember them. You can also use Homework Help to get your questions answered 24/7.

10. Study a little every day.

Cramming Spanish vocabulary for a quiz might work in the short-term, but when comes time to study for midterms, you’ll be back at square 1. You might remember the vocab list long enough to ace the quiz, but reviewing the terms later will help you store them for the long haul.

11. Don’t let a bad grade keep you down.

A rough start to the semester doesn’t have to sink your GPA. Take proactive steps by checking your grades regularly online and getting a tutor if you need one.

12. Make a friend in every class.

Find a few people you can contact from each of your classes if you have a homework question or had to miss class (and do the same for them!).  Then when it comes time to study for exams, you'll already have a study group.

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I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

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thinking about d word girly watching matty edits in the office and matty joking being like oh she’s down bad

it's july 2023 and you're on the socials trying to gauge opinions on the r&l announcement from trnsmt (so you can organise an actual announcement) and on the For You tab (you're on the label account, mind you) someone's reposted a tiktok edit. and you're like hmm it's quiet i've not got anything to do lemme get the airpods out and watch this. and that sends you down a little rabbit hole of matty tiktok edits, and before you know it the boys are exiting their meeting and your boyf is making his way over to you like "and what are YOU smiling about, miss?"; you're like "you" (technically not a lie), and matty's like "awww were you reading all my email love letters lol", and you're like "um no i was actually watching edits of you". matty blinks, and then giggles like "what, tiktok edits? the thirst trap ones?", and you get a bit coy like "yeah. one came up on the For You tab on twitter and it sent me into a spiral", and he laughs and quickly kisses you like "you're so down bad for me. it's adorable" - you're like "says you, who sends me love letters via email and teams on company time", and he's like "ok, true. and if there were edits of you, i'd watch them! actually, if you find any, send me them?", and you roll your eyes but agree. matty grins and kisses you again and says "alright, gotta go. i love you, see you tonight. chilli for dinner?", and you nod and say "i'll get tortilla chips on my way home. love you!" lol <3

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Yeosang x reader

Word Count: 907

Genre: angst

Warnings: alcohol/drinking, alcoholism? Yeo used drinking as a coping mechanism, Yeosang also gets sad when he drinks

1:23am

“Could I get another vodka soda please?”

The bartender looked weary, debating if he should continue supplying drinks to the man slumped over his bar. Yeosang had been there for a few hours now, he wasn’t paying attention to the time but he could probably guess how late it was.

Yeosang wasn’t much of a drinker until the breakup happened, you always had a better tolerance than him anyway. You had gone your separate ways about a month ago and though he’d never admit it to his friends, he missed you, bad.

He had turned his phone off so nobody could track his location, he knew he would get scolded for being at the bar but it was the only thing that helped soothe the ache. The hurt that settled so deeply in his chest when he looked at old photos of the two of you.

He had tried so hard to get over things, he tried to become better, he really did. He wanted to be mad at you but he couldn’t. Yeosang couldn’t even dream about being mad at you.

You said you had fallen out of love, he didn’t think that was even possible, especially not after two whole years together. Apparently it could happen and he got a front row seat to the biggest heartbreak show in town.

Yeosang was shaken out of his thoughts when the bartender placed a paper and pen in front of him.

“We’re cutting you off for the night, if you just wanna pay your tab before you head out.”

The streets were dark and empty, much like his own mind, though he would never say such a thing out loud. Yeosang was never one for dramatics. As he walked past the glass window storefront he was able to get a good look at himself.

In the reflection stood a man he didn’t recognize. He wished you saw better in him, what did you think of him now? Yeosang wouldn’t have been able to show you even if you went looking for it. After the breakup he completely disappeared from social media, he couldn’t bear to see you look happy. Photos taken with your friends, going on trips, and god forbid an unfamiliar man show up in the photos.

He couldn’t handle it, seeing that you were okay, after all you were the one to dump him. Yeosang slowly made it into his dark apartment, all the physical reminders of you had disappeared but the memories stayed.

He remembers the countless movie nights turned make out sessions. He remembers how many books you used to leave around. He especially remembers when you two would get high in the mornings.

He made his way to the bedroom, opting not to shower tonight. He pulled out his phone, turning it back on to see if anybody had called him. Maybe you had reached out, though he would only believe it once he saw it.

There was a missed call from San and a couple texts from Mingi about going to lunch tomorrow. He knew it was bad; the urge to call you. He needed to hear your voice even if you yelled at him. He wanted to know you were okay. He wanted to know if you thought he was ridiculous for calling, for holding on this long. He needed to know what you thought of him. Hell, you were probably asleep.

Yeosang lazily moved to find your contact, hesitating before he pressed on it. He brought the phone to his ear, almost hoping you didn’t pick up.

1:57am

After a few rings it went silent, and Yeosangs breath died in his throat, “Hello?”

“Hi! this is y/n, sorry it seems i’m busy right now, i’ll call back later!”

He paused, voicemail. A weight seemed to lift from his shoulders, he let out a breath before continuing.

“It’s Yeosang, I know it’s late…trust me I know, I um, i’ve been thinking a lot lately and I wanted to call to say I missed you.”

“God you’re probably going to be upset with me but I need to know, are you okay? How are you okay? I’ve been nothing but miserable, you probably think i’m pathetic.”

“Over time i’ve grown to see the flaws we had, I never realized how much your friends hated me until now, I never saw how miserable you looked when you were with me.”

“Was I that miserable to be with? You couldn’t stand it and you broke up with me. I’m not mad, I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.”

“Was I an okay boyfriend? Did you think of me highly?”

He released a puff of air realizing everything he unloaded, this was humiliating.

“I’m sorry, just ignore this, you probably have my blocked anyway.”

He hung up quickly, tossing his phone onto the bed before burying his face in his hands. Yeosang wanted to cry but nothing had come out. Deciding sleep was the best option he had turned his phone back off, not wanting to face the possible consequences of his actions.

Yeosang slowly crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling before sleep finally overcame him.

When he woke up that morning he went to reach for his phone, turning it on. Yeosang sat up in shock as he read the notifications that had appeared on the screen.

7:42am

Missed call: Y/N

Voicemail: Y/N

[mkcannothelpyou]

Movie Night (Robin-Whisperain-Kafka)

AK/Kinktober 2023, Day 2: "Chastity"

Not that Robin's not used to producing her fair share of awkward silences, but Whisperain's skirt being batted aside to reveal a freaking… steel keyhole has just about blown the fuse on Robin's ability to socialise.

All the worse because Kafka did it, because Kafka's here for once. For y'know. Movie night. Their movie night. Does Kafka even like movies? It's been an hour and she still can't figure. Maybe Kafka's never even seen a goddamn movie.

"Uh, so, uh, Kafka… you ever see a movie before?"

Robin is playing the worst defense of her life. Whisperain's face is on fire. Whisperain's everything is on fire. Everything in the movie is on fire also, holy shit, shut up, Robin reaches over her seat and slams MUTE on the sound system and goddamnit she's still transfixed at the really nice lady's dress where… that.

"Well, yannow, rental tapes. Not on Kafka's tab! Just, other people watch stuff and a Kafka swings by to kill time for free."

"G… Great! That's—that's neat." No, fuck, Kafka's also… also staring. At Whisperain, not the movie—fuck, as far as Robin and probably everyone in the universe is concerned the movie is dead to them now.

Movies are dead and Whisperain's mortified. "Um… I'm sorry you saw that, I really am…" Robin may as well dig the shallowest grave in the land and do a fifty-meter dive head-goddamn-first.

"No! No, uh," Robin falters. She needs to save this, she has to save this, she feels so bad that she's just gonna tacitly accept what she just saw because there's no way Robin somehow knows better about a thing than Miss Whisperain does. C'mon, save, save. "It's fine. It's fine, right, Kafka?"

Kafka is clearly taking advantage of Whisperain's social paralysis to decide her answer because she's hoisting all those ruffles back up and taking another damn look. Robin can hardly even call a time out because her brain's decided her hands need to be covering her face in response instead.

…

Just a peek through her fingers. What the fuck are you doing, Robin? Sleek black harness like stealth, ring over the c—crotch, and secured within it is a… plug, plug, it's a plug. It's a fucking plug. Miss Whisperain has all her clothes on and then an ornate fucking plug.

"Heck, I'm all for it. You fit that thing yourself?"

"I… I did, though it's by no means a regular habit, I assure you…" Oh my god. Oh my god. This is not the time to get turned on, Robin, you piece of shit.

"Naw, I get it. No-one ever said a Kafka didn't like her business too, truth speaking. You, uh… ya got the key?"

"The fucking key!?" Robin blurts out as her hands crash away just to show Kafka how incredulous she is. "Oh god, I'm sorry Miss Whisperain, we can just call it for the night and I swear if she ever tries to say anything about this I'm ready to kill her—"

"It's… here." Whisperain's gloved dainty snowy hand fishes a key out from her breast pocket. It. Sure is a key. The steel key to Miss Whisperain's…

"Yeah, that's it," whispers Robin.

"Well, you do the deed, Robin."

Declares Kafka.

Robin has just been dragged into the most stupid, disrespectful flow-going of her life. She's—she's taken the key, she's kneeling down, she's oh my god Miss Whisperain is lifting up her skirt—

Her mind rejects the next two words so hard each time she tries to think them. —for me. Yes, but no! Fucking idiot. To let me do the thing. Yeah. Good. Got it.

Okay. That's it, that's the task, reaching her hand in. Into Whisperain's… skirt. With the key she's holding and she cannot fuck this up, she suddenly realizes, she cannot fuck this up at all.

Robin's hand meets Whisperain. Meets Whisperain's thigh first, the cool smooth legging, in soft persistent contact sending sensation to Robin's brain that accidentally wakes up her shame again, not that it can stop her or do anything more than make her begin to tremble just a little. Shit. Shit, she feels really nice. She's—she's so pretty. She's—

The key hits solid metal.

Robin is panting, shudders, breaks her concentration away from Miss Whisperain's dress, looks up at her and she's gotten all flustered too, she lets her skirt drop and it lands and drapes over Robin's arm and she's holding herself up straight on either side and letting her embarrassed gaze fall down on Robin—

It enters the steel keyhole. Robin's fingertips, metal lock on Whisperain's most intimate place bar none. Feels it nudge slightly in, the image of which transgresses far, far, far beyond anything Robin ever thought she could be allowed to do.

Click.

Gulp.

"It… it pulls away now. It's somewhat shallow…" Whisperain timidly explains.

"I…" Robin's hand is frozen there in place, key held inside unlocked core inside Whisperain. "I think you're gonna have to pull it out yourself."

"Intense, huh?" Jesus fucking christ, she forgot Kafka was even here!

[figureofdismay]

some people I follow only ever show up on my For You page and not on Following, so i have to remember to check there... I am bad at remembering to switch tabs and am apparently missing a good chunk of my feed regularly.

Tumblr is really falling down on the 'only social media without no-opt-out algorithm' thing, lately. Gross :/

[mitchipedia]

How Cory Doctorow uses browser tabs for productivity superpowers

Cory defends lifehacking, which “is in pretty bad odor these days, and with good reason: a once-useful catch-all for describing how to make things easier has become a pit of productivity porn, grifter hustling, and anodyne advice wreathed in superlatives and transformed into SEO-compliant listicles.” But at its core, lifehacking is just a collection of little tricks that help people be more productive.

He links to his notes from a 2004 talk by Danny O’Brien: “Life Hacks: Tech Secrets of Overprolific Alpha Geeks”.

O’Brien’s inspiration was his social circle, in which people he knew to be no smarter or better or motivated than anyone else in that group were somehow able to do much more than their peers, in some specific domain. O’Brien delved deeply into these peoples' lives and discovered that each of them had merely (“merely!") gotten very good at using one or two tools to automate things that would otherwise take up a lot of their time.

These “hacks” freed up their practitioners to focus on things that mattered more to them.

… everyone who created a little hack was faintly embarrassed by it, and assumed that others who learned about their tricks would find them trivial or foolish. O’Brien changed the world by showing that other people were, in fact, delighted and excited to learn about their peers' cool little tricks.

(Unfortunately, this eventually opened the floodgates of overheated posts about some miraculous hack that turned out to indeed be silly and trivial or even actively bad, but that wasn’t O’Brien’s fault!)

Cory notes that he is a pretty productive fellow himself, having written nine books during lockdown. And he shares a couple of his little tricks.

One of them is having “a group of daily tabs that I open in a new browser every morning. The meat of this tab group is websites I want to check in with every day, either because they don’t have RSS feeds, or because I want to make sure I never miss an update.”

These include news and opinion websites, Wikipedia pages whose edits he is watching, and also personal finance and ecommerce sites.

I do something similar: I have three folders of tabs: One I open multiple times daily, another that I also open multiple times daily, but less often than the first group, and a third that I open 1x/day. I call them, imaginatively enough, “First,” “Second” and “Daily.” The first group is social media replies, the second group is social media streams, and the third group has more social streams, Discord channels and one or two blogs that have lousy or nonexistent RSS feeds.

Tabs, like lifehacks, are also in bad odor. Everyone stresses about how many tabs they have open…. But this is a very different way to think about tabs. Rather than opening a window full of tabs that need your detailed, once-off attention later, this method is about using groups of tabs so that you can pay cursory, frequent attention to them.

I find RSS, newsletters and daily tab groups do the same job, enable me to check on a couple of hundred websites daily in very little time. I currently use the NewsBlur RSS reader, which is also a great place to read newsletters. (If you don’t like NewsBlur, my friend Barbara Krasnoff writes up five good RSS readers.)

Also:

My little tab habit is so incredibly useful, such a powerful way to seize back time and power from powerful actors who impose burdens on me, that I sometimes forget how, for other people, tabs are a symptom of a life that’s spiraling out of control. For me, a couple hundred tabs are a symbol of a couple hundred tasks that I’m totally on top of, a symbol of control wrestled back from others who are hostile to my interests.

Cory talks about how tabs are an example of “generative” technology—innovations that users implement in ways that were unanticipated by people who developed technology.

It occurs to me that a reason I love the Obsidian documents app is that it’s an example of “generative” technology. I use Obsidian in weird ways that don’t seem to be the designers’ intent, but it works well for me—and I think that actually is part of the designers’ intent.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

3. "I think I didn't want to be a cop anymore. That's why I tried to flush my cop life down the toilet."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Well..." He doesn't know what to say.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - His eyes express a rare condolence. Then he picks it up:

KIM KITSURAGI - "Lucky we found it. You should take stock of what remains, just to be sure some has not made it into the hands of the RCM's adversaries. Organized crime and the like. There might have been police secrets in your notes."

"Okay, I'll do that."

Say nothing.

"I don't know, man. Sounds like an order. I don't take those."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It would also not hurt to start taking notes on the case. Anyway, where were we..." The lieutenant peers into the trash container where soggy cartons and rags stink uninvitingly.

New task: Read your ledger and name the case

TUTORIAL AGENT - Some items, such as the ledger you found, are interactable. Go to your INVENTORY and select the INTERACT tab to read your paperwork.

4. Dig in Hobocop style -- for extra content.

TRASH CONTAINER - Wow, an Armistice calibre 50 nock cannon, half wrapped in paper tissues! So shiny...

What's a nock cannon?

Where?! I can't see it.

TRASH CONTAINER - It's a giant rifle and it's very expensive. Not as expensive as that fat string of pearls snaking among the rotten banana peels however...

And is that a Cordon Electrics pre amp with Elektra f2 tubes? It is! That catches quite a price, we're talking 12,000 easy. Unless you're into hi-fi yourself?

I am into hi-fi!

I'll sell it.

TRASH CONTAINER - That's too bad, because none of those things are actually in there. There's just food waste and crisp wrappings.

A cruel jest... there must be *something*...

I knew it. (Withdraw from the dumpster's cavernous depths.)

TRASH CONTAINER - All you see is a broken mug with a racist depiction of *the yellow man* frolicking in saffron.

An antique?

(Take the mug.)

TRASH CONTAINER - Only in its social sensibility.

Our low Perception missed this earlier, but Hobocop came through for us.

(Take the mug.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhm..." The lieutenant briefly glances at the mug, then returns his sight to the trash.

4. Close the lid.

TRASH CONTAINER - The container sounds a muffled gong.

KIM KITSURAGI - "That's one thing off the list..." The lieutenant sounds relieved. "I think we got it all."

Open the lid again.

[Leave.]

Let's check out those items we picked up.

YELLOW MAN MUG

This broken eared mug somehow made its way into the Whirling-in-Rags dumpster. It depicts a person of Samaran descent frolicking in a field of saffron flowers, buck-toothed and grinning feeble-mindedly. It seems to be a cheap knock-off of some colonial-era antique.

>Interact

YELLOW MAN MUG - It's just a racist mug, what's there to *read* here? Not much.

There's quite a lot to read into here, actually. Look at all that content.

Got it. [Leave.]

YELLOW MAN MUG - Oh, boy. Here we go. What are you going to say about a broken, tossed away mug that *you* dug out of the garbage?