#it was the 20+ age ‘go as fast as you can’ thing and nobody else went out

[cyborg-hydra-girl-thing]

fell on my face rollerblading and now i’ve got a sweet ass scar above my left eyebrow where my glasses bit me 😎

[ckret2]

Hi! I don't remember if anyone asked this, but do you have any headcanons about Shermie Pines?

Sure, here's the big one.

I've decided to resolve the "if he's the baby then Mabel & Dipper are the product of two generations of 15-year-old parents; if he's older than Stan & Ford and maybe already out of the house then where is he and who's the baby?" problem the most ridiculous way possible:

He IS the baby, but he grew 20 years in 10 years.

I don't mean he's a 10-year-old that looks 20, i mean that for every year he existed, he experienced two years of life. Like at the start of September he entered 1st grade and at the end of next May he exited 2nd grade, and nobody knows how, he didn't jump up a grade during winter break or something, everyone around him clearly remembers him going through nine months of school and then summer break and then another nine months of school, his first and second grade teachers both remember teaching him for a whole school year, but it happened within one year.

Nobody else is affected; they all remember experiencing two years of life with Shermie, but they didn't age two years too. Just him. No one can explain it. It's the darnedest thing.

"But how did this happen." Time magic. "What caused it?" Magic. "Did he experience every year twice?" No just once; the year was twice as long for him. "Then how did he experience two school years instead of one double length school year?" Magic. "How does that even work???" I'm not an expert on time magic.

Caryn told Ford about it, but he was busy with more PhD programs than any human should ever endure and assumed it was some kind of hyperbolic lie to communicate how fast it feels like Shermie's growing, so she's going "this sounds like one of your strange anomalous things you study, isn't this one of those things you study?" and he's like "uh huh that's great mom."

Stan, of course, didn't hear any of this, so the first he learns of it is during a reluctant family reunion soon after he takes over Ford's life and Caryn's like "and over there's your brother Shermie and his wife, I don't know if you've seen him since your master's degree, try to talk to them won't you?" and Stan goes "Shermie?? Isn't he supposed to be twelve, why's he look like a MAN? Whaddaya mean wife??? Is she pregnant????" and Caryn went "😏 I KNEW you were never listening on the phone."

Shermie gradually stopped experiencing life on double time and slowed down to age normally around his mid twenties (well, mid twenties from his perspective; around 13 according to his birth certificate). Filbrick and Caryn sort of agreed that getting married must have helped him "settle down" and they don't really question it.

Ford gets to learn this several hours after he gets home when he finally gets a break long enough to put two and two together and goes "wait, SHERMIE'S grandkids?? But he's barely in his forties, how does he have 12-year-old grandkids" and Stan tells him and Ford goes "You mean Mom was telling the truth?!"

That fall while Shermie's yelling "WHADDAYA MEAN YOU SWITCHED PLACES AND FELL INTO A SPACE PORTAL" Ford's yelling back "CAN I CARBON DATE YOUR FACE"

[jillsandwhichs]

joel miller x reader smutshot collection , chap 1 , cross country

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pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: Joel and you are on a road trip and you cannot stop teasing him whereas he can't get enough of it

status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: dating

wc: 3.5k

type: NSFW

warnings: Age gap (you're early 20s, he is mid 30s), Breast play, Blow job, Making out, Dirty talk, You ride him in his truck, Spanking & He cums on your tummy

a/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

The Arizona heat was more intense than back in Texas, you felt yourself panting like a dog. The AC was on blast in the truck too, so that helped. All around you was desert land, not much else. Cacti was populated all over, the occasional shrub would be caught rolling in the breeze. The ground was a beige color, but the road was pitch black, it may have been redone recently.

The air was also extremely dry, the humidity causing it. You were glad you packed as many drinks as you did considering you guy's haven't seen civilization in a bit, therefore no pit stops. You also packed a good load of food, knowing you and Joel get the munchies easily. He'll be driving and ask you to get him a granola bar or a beef stick, and somehow he manages to look good even whilst driving and eating.

You have your hand out of the passenger side window, allowing the cool wind to hit you with haste. Joel was driving at a fast speed, there was no point in following the speed limit, there's literally nobody else around. You swear you haven't seen a car in a good ten minutes or so. It was nice though. You enjoyed the peace of it being just you and Joel, all alone.

"Hey baby, could you pass me a water, please?" Joel said with his regular deep tone, his eyes on the road. "Yeah, sure." You grunted as you unbuckled yourself, turning around towards the backseats. There were two coolers rested on the car board floor, along with a box of food. You guy's packed quite a bit. "Flavored or no?" "Don't matter to me." Wasn't much an answer but you grabbed an unflavoured one, more refreshing.

Turning back around, you plopped in your seat and handed him the bottle. "There." "Thanks baby." Joel huffed out, one hand on the steering wheel as he twisted the cap off with his other.

The entire reason you two are on this road trip is to visit California. You constantly told Joel of your dream to visit there, and him being the man he is, he's making it happen. He's been there before, plenty of times, but never with someone else, so this was also sort of a new experience for him. It was just an extended date. And the reason he decided to drive was to also have you go through Arizona, two states in one. Plus, it's cheaper.

"Mmm, that feels great." You panted out, referring to the AC. Joel took a glance at you and snickered. "I'm sure it does darlin'." Mmm, how you loved when he called you that. His Southern accent was so sexy to you. The day you two met, you fawned over it. The way he says your name, your pet names and just things in general is so attractive. You aren't Southern, you only moved to Texas about two years ago, but out of all the men you've met there, none of them have the thick accent like Joel does.

Leaning your elbow on the window, you head rested in your hand. You just gazed at Joel. If it wasn't for the damned Southern accent, you doubt you'd be as crazy about him as you are currently. You also couldn't help but admire him. That scruffy face was to hard to not gaze at. The way he's fixated on the road ahead, his face resting evidently. His hand holding onto the wheel and how his veins were visible, that watch on his wrist adding to the effect.

You were often finding yourself gawking at him. You couldn't help yourself.

Joel had to double check what you were doing ; That was when he noticed you were eyeing him down. "What're you lookin' at?" Joel spoke in a low tone, taking quick glances at you while he drove. "Just admiring my man." You bit your lip, staying in the same position. "Is that right?" "Mhm." You nodded slightly, your eyes trailing down his sturdy body. Gosh, you could stare at him all day. "You're weird." "I know." You giggled in response.

The radio was playing still, the low sound of Hank Williams voice coming out of it. He was one of Joel's favorite singers, he'd often play his music. You memorized the words to a few songs even. Although, Joel was now too distracted by you to even listen to the song. You were a provoking woman. "You're making it hard to drive baby." "Oh am I? I'm sorry." You said in a jokingly condescending tone. Joel scoffed. "Keep actin' like that, see what happens babygirl." Joel stated sternly.

All the more reason to continue.

"Acting like what?" Pretending to be all clueless and innocent. "You ain't dumb." Joel chuckled, taking another swift gander at you. You snorted and sat up normally now. "Well my bad, I just love riling you up." "Clearly."

Looking out the dashboard window, there was nothingness ahead. You and Joel were in the middle of butt fuck no where and honestly, that was for the best. Joel tends to get a little angry when stuck in traffic.

"Can these God damned people hurry up?"

"Dear Lord above forgive me for the fact I wanna ram past all of these people."

"Damn traffic!"

Yeah, maybe enraged in the better term.

The aesthetic of Arizona reminded you of Texas but it wasn't as similar as you presumed. It was hotter, more dry and definitely less packed. Texas is constantly packed full of people, always lively, even through the night. Admittedly though, Arizona has much more prettier sights. The Grand Canyon is gorgeous and there isn't much tourist attractions like that in Texas. The only downside to the state is the heat and the amount of dry land.

It was later in the afternoon, the sun was on the horizon, most likely getting ready to set soon. Joel's GPS is tracking down a motel for the two of you to stay at, it'll be great to stretch your legs out. You also can't wait to sleep in a bed, the two of you have been driving for so long. You were grateful that Joel didn't ask you to drive at all, despite you offering. He just told you he could handle it.

"Mmm, can't wait to get out of this truck." "Tell me about it." Joel replied. "I need to stretch my legs." You whined out. "I'll stretch em out at the motel." "Joel!" You hit his arm, earning a laugh out of him. "What? You said you needed to, why not have me to help ya out?" You nuzzled your head in your arms, resting them on center console. Joel's hand went from the wheel and to your hair, stroking it gently. "Such a beautiful girl." He praised you.

"Mmm." You hummed out before you pulled away. You looked down at his jeans, specifically where his manhood was. You wanted them off of him.

As he continued to drive, you slid your hand onto his thigh. Joel glanced down with a breathless chuckle. "What're you doin' darlin'?" "Nothing..." You whispered, rubbing your hand up and down his upper inner thigh, your hand just barely missing his dick.

He breathed in sharply, his chest doing down slowly. He looked down at your hand, getting stiff once he took a glance at your face. "You're treading on mighty thin face baby." Joel groaned out, trying to maintain focus in his driving but with you teasing him, it became difficult. "And what If I want that ice to break?" You taunted him, still doing the same motions with your hand near his covered up cock.

"Fuck baby." Joel was completely hardened now. Just by your touch, your face, your voice - everything. Everything about you got him off. You were genuinely perfect to him. "Hmm?" You teased, now your entire hand was at his crotch, rubbing him through his pants. "This is on you." Joel grunted, he turned the blinker on and pulled over to the side of the road, the sun still awaiting it's set. You tittered breathlessly as you undid his leather belt.

It was a bitch to get off but you eventually got it off.

After you got the belt off, you tossed it in the back and diddled with the button of his jeans, popping it open and releasing his erect dick. Joel heaved when you did that, it felt so good. He was throbbing for you, just by you doing something so minor. He yearned for your touch. All he could think of was your wet mouth around his member, sucking him off. You always do so well whenever you do.

Wrapping your hands around him, you began to pump his cock briskly, but not to much. In your hand, you could feel him twitching, he needed that sweet, sweet release and that release can only be done by yours truly.

"Baby," Joel began, his breath heavy as your hand moved up and down on his dick. "I want you to suck it." "I know you do." You pulled away, beginning to tie your lengthy hair back into a ponytail, not wanting it to disrupt the sin you were about to commit on Joel. He jerked himself off as he watched you, even moving his free hand to fondle your tits through your shirt. "Can't wait to see that pretty little mouth of yours take me deep." He squeezed your breast, gaining a soft moan out of you.

Joel was definitely a boob's guy.

Once your hair was in a ponytail, you lifted up the center console so you wouldn't uncomfortable. You leaned over where the console once was, adjusting yourself to be comfortable. You were on your knees, but leaning forward on the seat, there was really no other way to do it in a truck. "Atta girl, c'mere." Joel mumbled, setting his hand on your back, his other resting on his side. You pulled yourself down to his dick, spitting on it and rubbing it all over with your hand, causing Joel to mutter to himself.

After spreading your saliva all over him, you began.

With each lick onto his tip, Joel murmured to himself.

"Fuck."

"That's my girl."

"Just like that darlin'."

Each sentence made you wanna keep going.

You took him deep, immediately. His entire cock was engulfed by your mouth now. The spit remaining in it was now coated all over his dick. "Jesus hun." Joel moaned as his tip hit the back of your throat. "Good Lord." He grumbled, his hand caressing your back gently as you blew him off. You bobbed your head up and down on him, each time his cock when deeper, you squeezed your eyes shut tighter.

His fingers trailed on your back, rubbing it with ease, making you feel good too. "You look so damn pretty like this." He groaned, his head pressed against the driver's seat. The sounds of you practically choking on him were lewd and erotic and clearly, Joel was getting a kick out of it. "Keep it up princess." Joel praised you. You had a thing for it. The way he'd commend you for pleasuring him brought you it as well.

Deep throating him, you swiped your tongue along it as you pulled yourself back up before ultimately pushing your head back down, repeating the movement a couple times. "Jesus Christ..." Joel's fingers gripped into the back of your shirt for support, his other hand digging into the fabricated seat of the truck. "I wanna cum in your mouth honey, don't stop." You didn't plan to. You suctioned his dick around your lips, continuing to suck him off with speed.

You felt as his hand slithered up from your back and up to your neck, the back of it. His thumb and index finger held onto it firmly, helping you bob your head. You slowed your movement down a bit, keeping it moderate, not wanting him to release his load in your mouth just yet. "Oh babygirl..." Joel panted, his grasp on your neck getting tighter, he wanted you to go faster. "Don't let up sweetheart." He went on, his fingertips twiddling near your hair.

Slurping was heard as you sucked him faster, your head practically moving at light speed. You wanted him inside of you terribly. Just the mere thought of it motivating you to make him finish faster. Joel wasn't the type of man to be one and done, the fucker could go for multiple rounds. Sometimes, it tires you out to the point where he's basically just fucking a limp version of you. But you don't mind, you like how rough he can get.

Joel's hand went to your head, now grasping onto your hair as he moved you himself. "I'm so close." You listened to what he said and now just took him all the way. You stuck your head all the way down, literally gagging on his cock. His hand kept you in place as he came. You felt the warm salty liquid trace down your throat, you swallowed it swiftly. "Atta girl." He ruffled your hair.

You pulled your head up with a gasp, looking at him as you wiped your mouth. His hand went to your cheek and rubbed it, giving you his soft, caring eyes. "You did so good sunshine." He squeezed your cheek slightly. Your eyes took a quick shot at his dick, seeing it was already hardening up again. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. The feeling has always been mutual.

"C'mere." Joel grunted, his hands going to your midriff and helping you onto his lap. Straddling him, you rested your petite hands on his brawn shoulders. He immediately began to kiss you, the warmth of his lips igniting a passionate fiery kiss between the two of you. The kiss was so desperate, as if you two have been craving each other - Which you have. Your hairs scrambled all over his face, neck and hair, touching and grabbing onto him all over. You were mad for this man.

"I want you, I wanna feel you." You whispered to him, your lips going along his jawline as you gave him soft, moan earning smooches. His jaw was sharp, perfect to kiss, your lips went all over it, and then to his neck. "You wanna feel me? I'll make you feel me deep inside darlin'." His words sent shivers done your spine. You wanted to have him buried deep in you ; It was more than a want though. "Fuck." You whimpered as your head was in the crook of his neck, kissing and suckling all over it, marking what's yours.

His hands went from your waist, squeezing it and rocking you on his lap to your ass where he'd give you brisk spanks, earning shrieks out of you.

You felt his length rock hard beneath you, pushing against your crotch through your shorts. "Get these off baby." He groaned, lifting you off of his lap so you could. Nodding, you quickly pulled your athletic shorts off, they were now in the way. You set them in the other seat, now just being in a shirt and panties. "Fuck, I need to feel you." Such a way with words.

Both of your hands went to the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss. Your guy's lips moved in sync, little whimpers emitting from the both of you periodically. You felt yourself moving on him, despite not having him inside you. The base of his cock was teasing your clit and slit through your already dampened panties. "I can feel how wet you are." Joel hummed, gazing down at the sight of her grinding her cunt on him.

Without a word, Joel's hand went to your panties, pulling them to the side. You gave you the look. You grabbed his member, the erectness helped you guide it to your tight hole. You felt his tip touch your clit, gliding against it, earning a light whimper out of you. "So fucking wet." Joel spoke, his accent thicker now. "Just for you." You kissed him again as you sat down on his cock, your breath halting when doing so. Joel's fingers dug into your thighs as you sunk down on him. "Dear fucking Lord." He grunted.

Sitting still, you didn't move a muscle, allowing yourself to adjust to him. "You alright?" "Yeah, it's just been a little bit." You muttered, your hands on the back of his neck. "Okay sweetheart, take your time." Joel kissed your cheek, his nose sliding against your cheek as he leaned up to kiss your ear lobe, his breath hot.

After a couple more moments, you started to grind yourself on him, feeling his stiff member shift against your inner walls. You could feel his tip deep inside of you but not as deep as it could be. "You're killin' me baby." Joel grumbled, one hand on your upper thigh and the other holding your heated cheek. Staring at him, your eyes filled with innocence, the way you looked at him was so gentle and loving.

"Oh baby, don't look at me like that." Joel moaned, his thumb caressing your face. You giggled, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. Joel groaned at the sudden gesture. "You're so pretty." His hands now moved to your ass again, gripping it as you rode him.

You were like a damn cowgirl on him.

A loud moan released out of you as his hand slapped your rear, doing it twice in a row. "C'mon baby, I know you can go faster." His voice was so deep, so appealing. Listening, you began to bounce on him with more speed, your wetness coating his dick. Each thrust was just one step closer to your finish line, you needed to keep going. You needed to cum, all over him. Cover his member in your fluids.

Squeeze him til he cums on you.

Joel held onto your ass as you switched between grinding and dancing on him, sometimes mixing them together, that was the real game changer. His hands pushed you on him, helping you move easier. "It feels so good." You whined out, pulling away from his neck, pressing your forehead against his for the final time. "Yeah it does." He mumbled, moving one hand onto your back, feeling it through your shirt.

Deep inside of your stomach, you could feel it. Not only good you feel his length practically in your tummy, you could also feel your climax rushing through you. At any given moment, you know you'll cum - Joel knows it too.

He now grips your waist, holding you in place as he begins to buck his manhood up into you, causing your breath to shutter once again. "Fuck sakes." You grunt, your eyes never leaving his as he fucked you, hard and lovingly. "Gonna make you cum darlin'." He chuckled. "Yeah..." You chortled whilst moaning, your moans sounded so feminine and woman like, usually you just pant or groan but he was making you feel all types of ways. Magical ways.

"C'mon honey, I know you need to cum, so cum for me." Joel wrapped his right arm around you, his other going up to hold the back of your warm neck. His cock was hitting so deep in you, you couldn't even form a proper sentence. Your speech was slurred to hell. "I just..." You moaned, your forehead still against his. "Just let me do the work baby." Joel silenced you, kissing you again - That was your breaking point.

You whimpered into the kiss as your pussy tightened immensely around him, milking him, literally. You bit his lower lip, riding out your high. He stopped thrusting in to you. He patted your ass, grabbing your thighs before speaking out, "Get up, get up sweetheart." You immediately obliged, pulling your weak body off of him, his semen pouring onto you. "Jesus fuck." He dug his fingernails into your thighs, it hurt but greatly.

"Heh." You panted out, fixing your undergarments. "What is so damn funny?" "How you act after finishing." "How's that?" "Like a damn dog." You imitated his accent before placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm exhausted now." You added, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I know darlin'." He hummed, massaging your tense back muscles. "Mmm, how about we go and find ourselves a motel?" "Let's do it." Joel snickered, kissing you once more.

Oh, and he'll still keep that promise about stretching your legs at the motel...

[vladdyissues]

I don't know how you do it, Dude, I'm afraid to say that I'm attracted to pompous pep since I know it's wrong to ship a minor and an adult, People are cruel to death, Nobody knows what I like, I hide among the anonymous messages of the internet, Sometimes I see people like you who have their account free mind, People talk very badly about accounts like you, even putting them in places in the fandom to talk badly about them, Fear runs through me, I want to draw pompous Pep, Maybe I'm not attracted to the sexual, But I really feel like it's wrong and it hurts me

You've been at this for a while, right? Your account is full of pompous Pep (I secretly love your account), How did you manage to have the courage to show yourself?, People look at you badly, say bad things, that you are a sick pedophile and that...How do you achieve this without fear???, are you so brave or god 😭

1️⃣ I'm from old school fandom—pre-Twitter, pre-AO3, pre-Internet-as-we-now-know-it. I've learned to not give a fuck about what stupid, ignorant, uninformed people say on the Internet.

2️⃣ It's not my job to educate or "convert" people who disagree with me. I'm not a missionary. I'm here to have fun, and no one is going to spoil that for me.

3️⃣ I—and you, and anyone else reading this—don't owe anyone on the Internet an explanation, a reason, or any kind of justification for writing stories or drawing pictures of fictional cartoon characters smooching. (It's all so silly, honestly. I have real things to care about, like bills and pets and laundry. I envy people who have nothing to stress about except ink and paint from a 20-year-old Nickelodeon show.)

4️⃣ The media—specifically, the fictional entertainment—we enjoy is not a reflection of our humanity, morality, or an indication of our personal beliefs. If that were true, the police would be arresting authors like Stephen King and George RR Martin for writing about underage sex and incest and gore, as well as anyone who enjoys their works.

You know who does believe that reading something will "pervert" you, or that enjoying "dark things" like murder and violence and age gap ships means you must secretly be committing those things in real life? Fascists. Conservatives. Right-wing nationalist fundamentalist Christian types. People who want to ban queer books from libraries and call anyone who disagrees with them "pedophiles" and "groomers". Remember that the next time you see one of these fandom cops screeching about how so-and-so is a "pedo" because they ship two cartoons. These are people on the wrong side of history. They're anti-intellectual, anti-education, and pro-censorship. Get away from them as fast as you can.

Anon, if it seems like a lot of your friends (or the people you're around) are hating on something you want to enjoy and making you feel unsafe to talk about the things you like, then you need to find better friends. Leave them. Block them. Add their usernames to your content filters so you never have to see their ugly, hateful opinions ever again. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life, especially here on Tumblr, where we're all trying to find things that make us happy and celebrate others' creative works. Life's too short to hang around shitty people 💩

[octuscle]

Hey, i’m 20 year old and i’m completly jacked because at a young age, i started going to the gym (I’m 225 lbs). My neighbour is a 50 year old man, and he is really fat. Secretly Recently, saw him, and he lost some weight, and i, on the other hand, gained a little bit because of college, and he said to me “are you trying to catch up my belly?”. That was the momment i thought i want him to get jacked and for me to get fat, and i want him to tease me about it. So i want you to create a story around it, me getting progressivly fatter and getting tease and humilliated by him, amd him getting skinnier and eventually more jacked than i am.

Shit! If I looked like you, I'd be jerking off in front of the mirror all day. And you want what? To get fat? I mean, just a few days ago you were a model athlete. And you could have easily worked off those few grams on your hips. Or I could have helped you with that. But if you want it differently… What a shame!

You start to spend your evenings in front of the TV and no longer in the gym. You switch your diet to fast food and sugary drinks. And lots of beer! You love beer. Your personal hygiene also suffers. Sure, shaving your chiseled pecs was more fun than your flabby man boobs. Your skin is getting paler and paler from sitting around. At some point, your friends stop asking what's wrong with you. Who needs friends. You'll find your friends online while playing games. .

With my help, you won't need so long for your body to change according to your absurd wishes. After just one week you won't be able to zip your pants. People don't say hello to you on the street because they no longer recognize you with your soft, spongy features. And you start to curse your apartment on the third floor. When you finally get to the top of the stairs, your lungs rattle like an old alarm clock and you gasp for air, drenched in sweat.

It takes just two weeks before you're lying on the couch at your GP's. He says that he has been telling you for years that you are killing yourself in installments with too much fat and too little sports. You're about to lash out and say that until recently you were still very sporty. But your memories are suddenly different. You remember being humiliated in gym class. You remember how you never found a dance partner at the prom. About how you secretly jerked off when you heard your neighbor come home. Shit, that guy is fit as fuck.

Your GP has ordered you to exercise regularly! At least once a week for a swim. You hate sport. And swimming even more so. Getting in and out of the pool is like running the gauntlet for you. The worst thing is the shower after swimming, when your cock almost disappears under your belly.

You've just stowed everything away in your locker and are on your way to the pool. And then your pathetic little cock gets as hard as nothing else on your body. Because suddenly your neighbor is standing in your way

He kneads his bulge in his speedos. He says he's happy to see you here. You reply with a dry throat and a cracked voice that you're happy too. He says that he hopes you don't overdo it with the sport. You look good. He pats your belly. You're about to cum into your swimming trunks. Suddenly footsteps from behind. Two young, well-built swimmers come into the changing area. "Get out of the way, fatso," your neighbor grumbles at you. "And come to my house after swimming," he adds in a whisper. And exchanges fistbumps with the two athletes.

You whisper "See you soon, Daddy" so that nobody can hear. But now you have to wank first. In ordner not to cum in the pool.

[2treez]

ADVICE FROM OLD PEOPLE

1 The most important person in your life is the person who agreed to share their life with you. Treat them as such.

2 You might live a long life, or you might live a short one — who knows. But either way, trust me when I say that you’re going to wish you took better care of yourself in your youth.

3 Stuff is just stuff. Don’t hold onto material objects, hold onto time and experiences instead.

4 Jealousy destroys relationships. Trust your significant other, because who else are you supposed to trust?

5 People always say, “Make sure you get a job doing what you love!” But that isn’t the best advice. The right job is the job you love some days, can tolerate most days, and still pays the bills. Almost nobody has a job they love every day.

6 If you’re getting overwhelmed by life, just return to the immediate present moment and savour all that is beautiful and comforting. Take a deep breath, relax.

7 Years go by in the blink of an eye. Don’t marry young. Live your life. Go places. Do things. If you have the means or not. Pack a bag and go wherever you can afford to go. While you have no dependents, don’t buy stuff. Any stuff. See the world. Look through travel magazines and pick a spot. GO!

8 Don’t take life so seriously. Even if things seem dark and hopeless, try to laugh at how ridiculous life is.

9 A true friend will come running if you call them at 2am. Everyone else is just an acquaintance.

10 Children grow up way too fast. Make the most of the time you have with them.

11 Nobody ever dies wishing they had worked more. Work hard, but don’t prioritize work over family, friends, or even yourself.

12 Eat and exercise like you’re a diabetic heart patient with a stroke — so you never actually become one.

13. Maybe this one isn’t as profound as the others, but I think it’s important… Floss regularly, dental problems are awful.

14. Don’t take anyone else’s advice as gospel. You can ask for advice from someone you respect, then take your situation into consideration and make your own decision. Essentially, take your own advice is my advice…

15. The joints you damage today will get their revenge later. Even if you think they’ve recovered completely. TRUST ME!

16. We have one time on this earth. Don’t wake up and realize that you are 60 years old and haven’t done the things you dreamed about.

17. Appreciate the small things and to be present in the moment. What do I mean? Well, it seems today like younger people are all about immediate gratification. Instead, why not appreciate every small moment? We don’t get to stay on this crazy/wonderful planet forever and the greatest pleasure can be found in the most mundane of activities. Instead of sending a text, pick up the phone and call someone. Call your mother, have a conversation about nothing in particular. Those are the moments to hold onto.

18. Pay your bills and stay the hell out of debt. If I could have paid myself all the money I’ve paid out in interest over the years, I’d be retired already.

19. If you have a dream of being or doing something that seems impossible, try for it anyway. It will only become more impossible as you age and become responsible for other people.

And finally, the last piece of advice:

20. When you meet someone for the first time, stop and realize that you really know nothing about them. You see race, gender, age, clothes. Forget it all. You know nothing. Those biased assumptions that pop into your head because of the way your brain likes categories, are limiting your life, and other people’s lives.

🌳🫶🏼🌳

-CTTO

[fanfictilltheend]

You should see me in a crown - Chapter 3 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 4

Masterlist

A/n: Hi, this is my second story ever and I wrote it like 5 years ago but was too scared to post it lol so if you could give any feedback that would be much appreciated! I have more chapters to this so if you want ‘em ya gotta let me know! Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut dn interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, kissing, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan,

Summary: Negan and Y/N ride to The Sanctuary.

After grabbing a shirt and a few other things to take with me, Negan invites me into the passenger’s seat of the truck and he gets behind the wheel as the other men sit in the back, separated from us. This is truly the fucking craziest thing I’ve ever done — including trying to kill Negan the other day. But I don’t care. I’m sick of putting everyone else first. Negan pushes a CD into the player on the dashboard and AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” starts playing. 

“You’re so cliché,” I tell him with a smirk. 

I haven’t thought about music in so long...

“ Excuse me?” Negan snorts, clearly amused, putting down Lucille next to him securely and hitting the gas. “Me? Cliché? I’m one-hundred-percent genuine, original, motherfucking badass! And don’t you fucking forget it, kid.”

“Yeah, leather jackets and heavy metal. Really groundbreaking,” I smirk as the wind starts blowing through the flyaway hairs around my face that didn’t quite make it into my ponytail. 

“You are such a little shit,” he growls fondly, jostling my shoulder playfully and my heart flutters, as he keeps one hand on the wheel. I wanna touch him too. It’s like we can’t keep our hands off each other. “Like you’re the soul of originality anyway, huh? Mrs. Daddy-issues, falling for the big bad boy in the leather fucking jacket.”

“Got me there, bad boy,” I shrug, grinning. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek and rub my fingers through his hair, messing it up a little. It’s almost insane how comfortable I feel around him now. His stubble scratches against my lips. It was kind of an impulsive move, but he seems to have liked it. His ears go a little red. I count making him flush anywhere as a personal victory. He looks at me like I’m too sweet as I pull away, a little embarrassed, and he rolls his eyes.

“And I’ll have you know,” he tells me, poking me in the ribs for emphasis, smiling with his eyes, getting back to business. “That my silhouette is fucking iconic, okay? That’s how you know you’re fucking original, right? If you can tell who someone is just from behind? Like with movie characters and shit! You see me from the back, holding my baby Lucille, and there ain’t nobody for goddamn miles around who doesn’t know who the fuck I am and what I can do. But most importantly,” he says, his voice getting deeper, his big hand suddenly squeezing down around my thigh and I gasp in surprise. “Is that there is nobody out there as goddamn, motherfucking bad as me .”

The way he says that makes me giggle, but also tremble a little. It doesn’t help when he starts to rub up and down the inside of my leg. I inhale, trying to calm myself down. It feels so good. 

“Yeah, okay...” I nod, trying to keep my cool, but it’s really hard and I think he knows it as I try not to squirm. “Except I don’t even havta see Lucille,” I snicker, thinking about it, trying not to moan as his big hand moves farther up my thigh. God, I am desperate! “I can just tell by how far back you lean. How do you even do that shit anyway? Like you’re not exactly young and spry anymore, old man. And that’s some true acrobat shit,” I am full-out laughing now until Negan starts to rub over my cunt through my pants. Then I get quiet real fast and he smiles big in a kinda dark way I think is so hot. Fuck, I’m really wet now and my breathing starts to get a lot heavier. I’m such a sucker. The hairs on my neck stand up on end. And then his hand moves over just the right place and I let out a little moan involuntarily. I cover my mouth in surprise.

He chuckles like he owns me, his voice low, in complete amusement. And I’m totally fucked because he so does.

“Something funny, sweetheart?” he asks innocently, his hand disappearing under my jeans, rough fingers trailing over my underwear. And I am squirming for him to do more. God, it feels good how he’s moving against me, and my pussy clenches in excitement as I move against him, but it’s not quite enough! My heart beats so fast. I try not to rut into his big hand greedily. “Always so fucking wet for me, huh, honey?” he asks softly in my ear. I fucking tremble . “Christ, baby girl,” he smirks, seeing how worked up I’m getting. I look over and see the large bulge in his jeans and want to point out that he seems pretty affected too, but the pleasure — it’s too much.

“Please, Daddy,” I whine, surprising myself, my cheeks flush pink as I try to arch my hips into his hand. “ Please.”

God, I’m so fucking needy!

But instead of laughing, Negan just groans quietly in response, staring at me hungrily and for a second I’m sure he’s gonna pull over and fuck me right there on the side of the road, hard, and my heart races. But then he takes his hand away, with a huge amount of self-restraint, sighing, and I groan in frustration. He smiles wide at the control he has over me in the situation. 

“Nah. I don’t think so,” He shrugs, smirking infuriatingly. “You get to cum when I fucking say you can. You ought to know that by now, darlin’. And we’ve got somewhere to be. But God, you are such a fucking good little slutty tease for me,” he grins, slapping my thigh. “And fuck if I don’t I love it!” He reaches up to his parted lips and sucks on his glistening fingers that were rubbing against me a second ago. My eyes go wide, heat curling low in my belly. Ugh, I just wanna ride him! Even his fucking fingers. Whatever he’ll fucking give me honestly.

“Still fucking feel like making fun of me though?” he asks like a threat, his voice getting very low as he puts his hand back on my thigh, his words breaking me away from my thoughts. 

I shake my head demurely.

“N-no, Daddy,” I say even though I don’t really want to. 

“Good girl,” he nods, looking very satisfied. And I bask in the praise. But then he takes his hand away! Again!

And then I can’t help firing off my big mouth. And besides, maybe if I piss him off enough he’ll put it back since being good clearly didn’t get me any further...

“Hey, you know when you lean back like that, if I stood right behind you, do you think I could see your vertebrae disconnect?” I ask, trying not to laugh. “I mean really how do you do it?”

Negan rolls his eyes and slugs my arm half-heartedly, rubbing it before he takes his hand away, his tongue on his lips. But he’s smiling interestedly now, like he’s impressed with my persistence. 

“Hardy goddamn har. You are so fucking funny, kid, I’m rolling all over the goddamn floor. And here I was thinking you’d learnt your fucking lesson,” his voice lowers threateningly and I shiver. “Evidently not . But the lean? That’s a trade secret, baby.” His eyes light back up as he tells me. He licks his lips. “But you know,” he says. “Now that I think about it, I bet you can also tell it’s me from behind from how much time you spend staring at my ass .”

My face goes bright red. 

“Shut up!” I stammer, punching him back in the shoulder, hard. “Oh my god!” Am I really that obvious!?

Negan snickers.

“Hey, it’s no problem. I know it’s a nice ass and all —hell, my wives fucking kiss it all the time —but, Jesus, talk about thirsty… ” 

He’s snickering even more now at the mortified expression on my face. He’s so hot it’s hard to be pissed at how smug he is though.

“ Someone needs to get laid…” he snorts like he can read my thoughts. 

Well, whose fault is that!?

My face is bright pink, but I’m smiling too. I can’t help it. I still can’t believe this is happening. He isn’t wrong...

“Maybe you should do something about that,” I challenge, putting my hand on his warm denim-clad thigh. He’s not the only one who can play at this game. I mean, he’s still hard. I slide my hand closer to the large bulge and he sighs deeply in a way I’d like to hear again. “Maybe you need to, uh,” I channel every romance novel I’ve ever read. “Discipline me…” I suggest with a casual shrug. His eyes look amused, excited, and wanting. “You know, like teach me a lesson?” I try to clarify.

He laughs.

“Oh, baby, you know I—“

He’s about to say something sassy and sexy and promising I’m sure —I can tell by his face and the way he’s looking at me and the way my pussy throbs—but then his eyes wander and he notices my shoulder as we go over a bump in the road. 

“Hey, are you fucking dumb? Put your fucking seat belt on!” he barks suddenly.

“What!?” I stammer incredulously, snorting, literally so shocked that of all the things he could have said to interrupt me touching him, this is what he comes up with.

“You heard me!” he repeats like a pissed-off parent. Is he actually serious? “You are not fucking dying like that. Not on my watch. You’re way too smart and badass for that shit and you’ve got a whole fucking life ahead of you and I have big fucking plans for your cute little sorry ass.”

“What kinda plans?” I ask, getting on all fours and sticking my head out the window to egg him on. Is he trying to tease me? If he wants me to tease him, I will. The wind blows my hair everywhere as I look out onto the forest road, giving him a nice view of my ass. 

“I’m serious, Y/N!” Negan snaps, grabbing my ass that’s kinda sticking out towards him in the breeze and I blush. But he doesn’t even take the bait and try to play with me! He just yanks me back in and my ass slams back down into the seat. Boy, he’s strong. I sorta thought he’d spank me or something more fun. “You could get your motherfucking arms and head chopped off!” He shouts.

“Okay, fine, Dad !” I relent, shaking my head, sitting back down in a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Jesus, you did say my ass was cute and all…” I mumble a little sheepishly at the pissed-off look on his face in an attempt to explain myself. His face softens. “I was just tryna tease you...” But he was actually worried about me, the big sap! I hope those plans involve a lot of sex. But, like, I don’t think a single person has told me to put on a seatbelt since the apocalypse started. I guess it’s kinda nice that he cares. Jesus, who is this guy? My dad? The fucking safety patrol? A sex god? My personal temptation from Hell? And to think I would have killed him only a few fucking days ago! I reach for the buckle above my shoulder, but when I pull it down, it gets stuck halfway. I pull it again and the same thing happens.

“Jesus, kid, let me fucking do it why don’t you,” he growls, rolling his eyes, and reaches over and slams the metal down into the buckle, but I can see his eyes soften ever so slightly at the expression on my face. 

 “It’s broken!” I pout but cut myself off when I see he’s easily fixed the problem. 

“Broken, my ass. There. Honestly, what the fuck would you do without me, baby?” he smirks, adjusting the strap a little so I’m more comfortable. He looks like he’s enjoying feeling important and authoritative over me. Probably part of his goddamn savior complex he so perfectly laid out for me the other day...

“Alright, alright, I’m good,” I insist, my face a little red from embarrassment at not being able to fucking buckle my own self. “‘S not my fault you’re so fucking strong!” But I like the attention of him doting on me too much and I think he knows it. “Hey, Negan, though?” I ask suddenly, pulling on his shoulder, thinking of our impending arrival. “Hey, are your wives gonna be pissed at me?”

“Pissed? For not wearing a seatbelt? Fuck if I know!” he shrugs, rolling his hazel brown eyes, reaching up to adjust a mirror. “I try not to drive ‘em around too much honestly. Unless we end up fucking in the back. Or if they give me a handy while I’m driving,” he turns to me and winks. “Hell, if they blow me while we’re on the road, they sure as shit aren’t wearing theirs,” he grins devilishly.

“No. Fucking hell. Gross!” I roll my eyes. He smirks. “I mean about me being at the Sanctuary. Being with you. They won’t be pissed off about that?”

“Oh, I highly fucking doubt it,” he tells me with another shrug, rolling his eyes again. “They don’t much care who I fuck as long as they get to keep living the lavish-ass lifestyles they do.” He looks out at the road and not at me like maybe that pisses him off a little. But the look is gone as soon as it came. “Why? You know I’m the boss around there, baby,” he smirks, turning back to me, cocky and confident as ever. “You don’t have shit to worry about on that end.”

“Oh...uh, no reason,” I say quickly, my cheeks turning pink again. “It’s just, —I dunno —if I was your wife, I guess I wouldn’t wanna share you is all,” I shrug.

Sound more pathetic, I dare you!! I think to myself as soon as the words have left my mouth. I shouldn’t have said that out loud, but when I look up he’s actually smiling at me. And it’s not a smirk. It’s a real smile. He looks genuinely pleased. 

“Aw, you are such a fucking sweetheart, aren’t you?” he tells me, as he reaches out and pinches my cheek. I yelp and smack his hand away. And then he’s laughing, but I think he actually looks a little touched. “You are a fucking sassy little shit with one helluva fire in your belly, but sweet and soft as shit nonetheless,” he says fondly, looking me over. “It’s a fucking wonder you’ve survived this long...” he says over exaggeratedly, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling big all the same. “Not too many people like that last in this shitshow…” he says after a moment a little more seriously, looking at me like he really sees me. 

“Guess you’re lucky you found me,” I grin.

“Guess I fucking am,” he agrees as he ruffles my hair and leans in and plants a playful kiss on my neck that turns into a bite and then a small, purple hickey as the wind from outside blows softly through my hair.

“So what the fuck kinda music do you like to listen to anyways ?” He muses. “And if you say that Justin Bieber shit I’ll throw you outta the goddamn car right here and now!”

a/n: FOR THE RECORD I don't hate Justin Bieber I just think that since the apocalypse happened in like 2010 he was a big thing then and that's the kind of thing Negan would say since he was a high school teacher he would have known his popularity, but all the beliebers can feel free to excoriate me in the comments if they so please. PLEASE leave comments or kudos if you want more I have a few more chapters. Do you like how things are progressing? Do you hate it? Let me know!!

Chapter 4

Masterlist

[jeongyeonluvr]

Just breathe

|| non!idol au

|| cg!Nayeon nd!Tzuyu

•TW: Tzuyu has autism, meltdown, self harm (not graphic)

Long years of abuse and ugly comments taught Tzuyu how to control herself and her autism. She isn't going to lie, it is hard, but if she wants to have work and a relationship she has to control herself.

She is smart, she just must act like everyone else around her. You have to blend in if you want to survive. Tzuyu doesn't fully understand the people around her, Except Nayeon. Nayeon never lies, never hides what she thinks or feels. She understands Tzuyu and numbers. Being a financial analyst is easy for her and her boss knows Tzuyu doesn't like working in a team, so Nayeon is mostly alone in her office and works 8 or 9 hours a day before going home with Tzuyu because they work in the same company.

Friendly and kind Nayeon works in the HR department. Many people wonder how they can be together - weird and timid Tzuyu versus outgoing and gorgeous Nayeon. Nayeon doesn't care about other people, she loves tzuyu.

Nayeon can't describe the strong urge she has. She must protect Tzuyu and take care of her, otherwise people would exploit or hurt her. The best way how to protect Tzuyu is having a "little" day. It is a term to describe that Tzuyu can slip in her comfortable age range during their free days, she can enjoy feeling like a little kid for a day or two. On Fridays, right after work, Tzuyu crucially needs to be little.

The office is full. She can't rock, she can't stim if she doesn't want to look even weirder. Tzuyu sees Momo watching her and tries to smile before her mother's strict voice inside her head stopped her.

Don't smile! Your smile is weird.

That's what her mother always told her. Weird.

W-E-I-R-D.

Tzuyu snaps out of her thoughts and slips her hands underneath the desk and starts hitting her thighs. Her punches are getting stronger, but Tzuyu doesn't feel the pain that bad. She often ends up covered with bruises and scratches without knowing where she got them. Tzuyu knows Nayeon will give her a sad look like always when she finds new wounds on her body, but Tzuyu can't stop herself.

Nayeon turns off her computer and packs her bag before leaving her office. The walk to Tzuyu’s office isn't long, just 4 minutes and she is opening the door. Tzuyu freezes when Nayeon appears on the threshold and Nayeon sighs. She will make sure to put ice on Tzuyu’s slim thighs after getting home.

"It’s okay baby, we’re nearly done."

Nayeon strokes Tzuyu’s hair, her long fingers gently scratches Tzuyu’s scalp and she takes Tzuyu’s coat. Nayeon peeks out of the office to see if the hallway toward the elevators is empty. There is nobody in sight so she gently takes Tzuyu’s hand in hers and quickly leads her out of the office and straight to the elevators.

"Just a bit longer and we will be home."

Nayeon has been with Tzuyu long enough to recognize when she is teetering on the brink of a meltdown. She is sure neither of them wants to have a public meltdown, Tzuyu can be stressed and tired but she always breaks down in private even if the process of pushing her meltdown away exhausts her even more.

The elevator arrives and takes them in the underground parking lot. Nayeon unlocks their car before helping Tzuyu inside and buckling her seatbelt. The traffic isn't bad, they will arrive home in 20 minutes or less, and then Nayeon will unpack Tzuyu’s little things.

Tzuyu is getting worse. she is bitting on her short fingers and rocks in her seat. Nayeon is driving as fast as she can and then she fumbles with her keys and tries to unlock the door to their apartment while also holding Tzuyu’s left wrist in her free hand, Tzuyu’s bitting was getting too brutal, a bit of blood appears on her wrist. Nayeon closes the front door and Tzuyu really can't keep her shit together any longer.

She throws herself on the floor right in the hallway. Nayeon winced when Tzuyu’s body collided with the white tiles and quickly hurries to her. Tzuyu bangs her head against the floor just to get rid of the weird feeling inside her brain. It feels as if ants are crawling inside her skull and it drives her crazy.

Nayeon carefully lies down on the top of Tzuyu while also placing her forearm between Tzuyu’s head and the floor. Nayeon’s weight on the top of her calms Tzuyu down, Nayeon kisses her cheeks and presses her body even closer to her. Tzuyu is sobbing, but she feels a bit better, the pressure inside her head isn't so terrible. Nayeon feels the small hands trying to find some way underneath her shirt. Tzuyu’s sweaty hands stroke Nayeon’s warm skin and then both palms press on Nayeons chest so she can feel the heartbeat. Tzuyu is tired, but she is finally feeling at peace.

Nayeon slowly stands up, ready to lie down on the top of Tzuyu if she continues in her meltdown, luckily she is calm so Nayeon pulls her on her feet.

"Do you want to play?"

Tzuyu weakly shakes her head, no. She is feeling too fidgety to play with some of her toys.

"What about a bath?"

Tzuyu is silently thinking, Nayeon knows how much she loves long bubble baths. Tzuyu slowly nods and Nayeon grabs her little hand. Nayeon leads her into the bathroom where she asks Tzuyu if she can undress her. Water is steadily filling the bathtub while Nayeon is undressing Tzuyu. First she needs to treat the small wounds on Tzuyu’s wrist, she doesn't want the soap to sting in it. She puts a cute band-aid with Hello Kitty on the bite marks and gently kisses the thin wrist.

Nayeon adds a bit of bubble bath formula in the warm water and foaming suds start to appear while berry scent fills the air. Nayeon helps Tzuyu with getting in the bathtub and lets go of her hand only after Tzuyu sits down.

Nayeon gets Tzuyu’s favorite bath toys - there is a yellow rubber duck, a wind-up turtle and a glowing jellyfish. Tzuyu pushes the duck around and Nayeon takes a soft washcloth, she is gently running the washcloth over Tzuyu’s arms and chest; she is slow and gentle, the last thing she wants is scaring Tzuyu into another meltdown.

After the long bath Tzuyu feels much better as if the water washed away her stress and anxiety. Not only she feels better but also smaller. Not physically smaller, but mentally. As Tzuyu is waiting for Nayeon to return with a towel, she slowly inches her thumb near her mouth. When Nayeon reappears, she softly removes Tzuyu’s thumb away from her mouth wispering a quick “that’s dirty, honey.” and then wraps Tzuyu in a big towel with clouds on it. Nayeon easily picks her up while Tzuyu starts to suck on Nayeons collar bone. Tzuyu doesn't care where Mama is carrying her, she knows that Nayeon or Mama how she calls her, means safety. No one can be mean to her when she is feeling like Mamas little girl, otherwise Mama will beat them. Nayeon would really beat anyone who is rude toward Tzuyu when she is this vulnerable.

Nayeon goes in their bedroom and puts Tzuyu down on their bed. She is gently drying her hair and blows on the forming bruise on her forehead. She is quite used to seeing Tzuyu harming herself, but it always hurts her heart.

After drying Tzuyu, putting a pull-up on her and dressing her in a nighty, it is time to eat something. Pasta with some sauce sounds good, Tzuyu won't need to chew that much. Nayeon sits Tzuyu down on the kitchen counter and starts cooking. She starts cooking Rotini pasta and opens a jar of Alfredo sauce. Tzuyu is just silently watching her Mama and sucking on her thumb. She isn't hungry, but Mama will coax her into eating at least a small bowl of pasta with the sauce. Tzuyu squirms a bit, but she is too scared to jump off the counter. Nayeon mixes the pasta with sauce and puts it on plates. She lifts Tzuyu again and sits down in the living room. It is easier to make Tzuyu eat when she can watch the TV and have something distracting her.

Tzuyu is comfy. She is warm, the nighty is soft, Mamas arm is wrapped around her waist and she can watch The Emperor's New Groove. Nayeon remembers every word of that movie, Tzuyu wants to watch it all the time.

Nayeon is slowly feeding her the pasta. Slow and steady pace, that's what won't scare her away. Nayeon reaches her hand to grab a blue sippy cup with white hearts, she holds it in front of Tzuyu who takes a long sip of the juice. After dinner Nayeon decides to have a soft dessert, Tzuyu doesn't like cold ice cream, so they have chocolate pudding. Tzuyu is really full after the dessert, she is full and sleepy. Now it is cuddle time.

Nayeon sees Tzuyu is close to falling asleep and she turns off the TV, she carries Tzuyu into their bedroom and puts her down on the bed.

"Do you need to peepee?”

Tzuyu shakes her head, no and Nayeon strokes her hair. Tzuyu grabs her gray teddybear and brings the fluffy fabric closer to her face. The stuffed bear smells like strawberries, Chaeyoung gave her it as a surprise. Nayeon pushes a light blue pacifier between her lips to prevent Tzuyu from sucking on her lips or fingers. During the workdays when Tzuyu needs to act "normal", she pushes her real behavior away and during weekends she acts the way she wants, and sometimes it means bitting her or Nayeon. Occasionally Nayeon feels like a teething toy, she even tried teething toys, but Tzuyu didn't like them.

Nayeon brings a new pair of fluffy socks and puts them on Tzuyu’s little feet, now her baby is warm and Nayeon lies down. She knows what is coming next; Tzuyu will lie down on the top of her. Nayeon is going to wait until Tzuyu falls asleep and then carefully move her. It will take a while.

One of Nayeon’s hand is rubbing Tzuyu’s back while her second hand plays with Tzuyus soft hair. The pacifier is slowly bobbing between her lips and Nayeon is watching her peaceful face. Tzuyu is so calm, the ruckus inside her head is gone, the itching underneath her skin is also gone. Nayeon watches how Tzuyu’s eyes close and her breathing is slower. Nayeon waits for half an hour before gently grabbing her hips and moving her on the bed next to her. Nayeon is still for a moment, she is waiting and observing Tzuyu if she doesn't wake up. Tzuyu’s slumber is deep, she doesn't even budge.

It is too early for Nayeon to fall asleep. She puts one AirPod in her ear and takes her phone. She starts to catch up with Jeongyeon and Jihyo, stroking Tzuyu’s small hand until she starts feeling sleepy. Nayeon puts her phone away and checks on Tzuyu for the last time before closing her eyes.

[kyubey-the-incubator]

(question for elsie because I gen do not know what it is)

-mod kopi

Haiiii okay okay okay so

An explanation of…all of this. Logistics included.

Maho Shoujos!

The name “magical girl” or “Maho Shoujo” comes from a trope in anime. They’re typically girls (often but not always teenaged) who transform into (often but not always really pretty and feminine) powered-up forms (often but not always with a classic “magical girl transformation sequence”) to fight for…like, Justice and love and stuff!

Typical example: PRETTY CURE!! AAAAAA MY CHILDHOOD!!

but like I said, they’re not always girls!

Cure wing my beloved I have never watched your show nor do I know your personality but if anything happened to you I would cry

anyways even the guys tend to be effeminate but ehhhhhh I ignore that for this.

The magical girls are usually fighting sadness itself, which (despite the fact that the shows’ tones tend to be very lighthearted and all-ages-friendly) can be handled with surprising maturity. Pretty cure is known for this. Note that animation in Japan is not as associated with children’s media as in the west, so stuff like Sailor moon (which…what age is sailor moon even for?? Like…guys???) can exist lol.

Madoka magica

ANYWAYS, every canon has its own rules, and Taocc runs on the Madoka system of magical girls!

Create a contract with this little guy, make your wish, and BAM! MAGICAL GIRL!

What could go wrong? WELL I’LL TELL YOU.

You see, madoka is a subversion and a deconstruction of the genre!

(TW going forward for very dark themes concerning despair, depression, and suicide. As well as spoilers for the main series of madoka Magica and magireco, but not rebellion)

The “sadness beings” here are called witches, and they are HORRIFYING. And consistently brainwash and kill people en masse (one witch organizes the mass suicide of like 20 people it’s insane), or trap them in psychological nightmare fuel dimensions called “labyrinths”. It’s WACK /pos.

Magical girls fight witches to sustain their soul gems. The witches drop grief seeds, which “purify” the gem. It acts kind of like a power meter, magic well, and reflection of the girl’s sanity. What happens when the soul gem breaks? The girl dies. If it fully taints…well, where do you think the witches come from?

TL;DR, I’d you take the contract, you’re doomed to become an eldritch monster. The wish is fulfilled almost exactly as you wanted, but that often has consequences you didn’t expected. No monkey’s-paw shenanigans, just your own shortsightedness.

This seems like a good time to explain exactly what the madoka-Taocc lore/functionality is, because I play VERY fast and loose with it. Get ready for logistical MADNESS.

The Kyubey part functions as normal. Madoka’s epic sacrifice to “destroy all witches forever” DOES NOT FUNCTION IN TAOCC. I REPEAT, IF YOUR CHARACTER WITCHES OUT, THEY STAY A WITCH UNLESS THEIR SEED IS RECHARGED.

Rebellion is not canon/has not happened yet. If any of you have seen rebellion, you know the elephant in the room that would mess up everything.

The Doppel system from Magireco does function, but is powered down. You can summon a version of your witch form and use that to clear your soul gem, buuuut it’s not going to function as a replacement for grief seeds, and often goes very out of control. See: Kitsune during sun’s wedding.

A character can use a witch’s grief seed as a weapon. This is not canon at all to the madoka universe, and is Taocc exclusive. Possessing a grief seed allows you to use the witch’s weapon and some of their powers. Recharging the seed with grief enough allows the chance to summon the magical girl, but nobody else can see them or really interact with them.

The “familiars turning into witches” thing does not function here. No way am I getting into that.

Magireco is only somewhat canon, as an isolated timeline, and ONLY ARC 1 IS CANON AT ALL. The Doppel system works, but Infinite Iroha, like Madokami, basically does not exist for the sake of simplicity.

Yes, the world of madomagi is connected to the circus, but not in the same way as, say, the kingdom. To them, the circus is inside a computer. No, you cannot go there.

TBH, quick retcon: Kitsune’s old team’s names and personalities are not what they were up until now, they’re unnamed. She was the one who crashed sun’s wedding. Canon characters, for the sake of our sanity, do not functionally exist and will not be doing anything. Only the system exists in the circus.

Trust me, almost none of the mechanical/canon messes really exist to do anything but make things easier on me. The supplementary material makes things a logistical MESS, so almost none of it is canon except the doppels from magireco. I all but boiled the system down to its basic components for everyone’s sakes.

I am. This close. To decanonizing Madoka’s crossover and trying to just make an expy instead. For my own sanity.

[autismnation]

ok so since the whiplash fandom has about 2 people active i have decided to share my andrew neiman headcanons that i have cherished in my notes app for a few months now. most of these are autism headcanons. anyway enjoy !

1. he’s autistic & was diagnosed around the age of twelve, however only he and his dad know, he hasn’t told anyone and neither has his dad

2. he also has generalised anxiety

3. he masks a lot in public but is happily unmasked in private & around his dad (his dad is super supportive and listens to andrew whenever he asks for help/tells him something about autism)

4. andrew’s resting face is really blank, like full on no thoughts behind those eyes

5. andrew’s fave colour is brown because it’s a mix of all colours and he likes how it reflects how unique everything in the world is, but he tells people his fave colour is light blue so they don’t think he’s boring

6. andrew has super bad sensitive issues and andrew wears lots of neutral coloured, baggy clothes due to this

7. andrew is bisexual, nonbinary, they/he pronouns and gets lots of gender euphoria when people call him ‘pretty’ or ‘cute’

8. he’s very sensitive to light so he’s almost always squinting & he wears sunglasses indoors when nobody can see him (but not with people bc he doesn’t want to be judged)

9. they’re quite insecure and self conscious & he is almost always policing his body language to make sure he isn’t ‘weird’ (the effects of ableist bullying)

10. he barely gets any sleep because he spends most of his time at night overthinking

11. they also feel like the world is going too fast for them so he spends time at night processing the day’s events

12. his fave way to stim is to blink a lot really fast in a short amount of time. he loves to do it in time to his fave songs too (if anyone asks him what he’s doing he just says some bs about how there’s something in his eyes)

13. their most common stim is tapping any surface (usually his hands, legs or a table) to the beat of a song. it can be a song playing or a song stuck in their head

14. he really, really hates change and it makes him get anxiety attacks whenever there’s sudden change

15. that’s why he hated school sm,, as soon as he got used to his new timetable, new teachers, new seating plans etc. it became a new year and it changed again

16. andrew rlly wants to get his ears pierced but hates the idea of some random stranger touching him (haha surprise he’s touch adverse) so instead he wears clip on piercings. but again, only at home bc he’s too insecure to wear them in public in case he gets made fun of

17. adding onto the touch adverse thing, they can’t handle being touched in more than one place at the same time & u have to ask before you touch them or it freaks him out a little.

18. he sleeps with a weighted blanket bc he loves the pressure, it helps with his anxiety

19. andrew’s a very plain and picky eater (sensory issues),, but sometimes he eats spicy food whenever he’s sensory seeking

20. he has a bunch of teddies from when he was a kid but he hides them under his bed. whenever he feels particularly sad or he can’t sleep after trying for hours, he gets his fave plushie and cuddles it

21. his fave plushie is a caterpillar with the drums (no, it’s not playing the drums, it’s just drums connected to the caterpillar LMAO)

22. andrew gets their dad to cut their hair bc again, he hates strangers touching him & he can’t cut his own hair

23. he’s almost always listening to music bc 1) it’s his special interest and 2) he’d rather have one stimuli he can control instead of a bunch of others he can’t bc yep, you guessed it!! he has sensory issues!

24. he has a rlly bad time understanding tone. for example, he can’t understand sarcasm (like, he can be sarcastic himself but he can’t understand if someone else is being sarcastic)

25. also, he used to be bullied a lot as a kid & people would pretend to be his friend (y’know those type of popular people 😒) and he would believe them, even though it was clear to everyone else they were making fun of him. and bc of that, he now assumes the worst of new people :(

26. their comfort item is their drumsticks. they brings them everywhere with them, even if he isn’t planning to play the drums, and he can calm himself down just by holding them

27. he bites his nails and the skin on the tips of his fingers (due to both stimming & an anxious habit)

28. he’s almost always has plasters covering some parts of his hand, usually his fingers, and he doodles smiley faces and stars on them

29. they barely have any friends & so they talk to themself a lot and sometimes when he feels particularly lonely he pretends he’s talking to an imaginary friend he made up or his favourite musicians

30. he’s so blunt and brutally honest all the time (technically this is canon but idc) & cannot control his tone at all

31. he usually drums late into the night until hes too exhausted to move so he falls straight asleep without overthinking

32. they have very bad impulse control and they lash out a lot (snapping at people and punching things usually) but after the whole fletcher thing, they got help for it so its a little better but he still has scarred knuckles and such

33. he hates all festivities bc its practically hell for his sensory issues but if he had to pick his favourite it would be xmas bc he likes seeing people smile when they open their gifts (he’d also love to dress up as santa and give kids gifts but he hasn’t found a costume that’s sensory safe for him yet)

34. he has to sleep with a blanket on his face e.g on his cheek or covering his mouth otherwise he literally can’t sleep

35. he has really bad emotional regulation and he has the worst case of alexthymia ever bro he doesn’t know what he’s feeling 95% of the time his go to phrase is literally “i’m ok i think how are you?” & he has no sense of identity

36. andrew literally has NO sense of self care like this dude over works himself so hard and has frequent shutdowns & meltdowns like their dad literally has to intervene its so bad their dad forced him to see someone because of it

37. speaking of, shutdowns happen more often than meltdowns for him and he goes nonverbal often

38. the only touch he likes is when people play with his hair but hes kinda picky about it he likes people running their fingers through his hair but if u try plait it or put it into a bobble or do anything to their scalp andrew immediately will recoil

[love-is-patient]

Do you believe God answers prayer?

How do you think he chooses who to answer?

So many faithful people suffer and die while praying. Watch children suffer and die.

How does God choose?

Isn't it really just all election? Who God loves for his own whimsical reasons?

If he made us all, why does he ignore the prayers of the faithful so very very often?

What value is there in prayer? Hasn't God already made up his mind? If not, how does he? Why choose some prayers from faithful people over other possibly even more faithful people?

What role does free will play in a game where God decided before he made you if you are worthy of his grace? Based on HOW he made you?

How does he choose among the faithful who's prayers are worthy of his infinite power and what role does free will play in that? Isn't it really about election only?

Why would God pick and choose favorites from among his children, and why does it seem random and unrelated to faith entirely?

Have you read Romans 9:20-24? It's entirely about election. God decided in advance.

Hi Anon, thank you for your questions.

While I am grateful for the opportunity to answer them, I must make a disclaimer. I am not a theologian, I am not an authority on the Bible. I am only human, so I have a limited point of view and I do get stuff wrong. But I believe in the good character of God, and so hopefully my answers will be able to show his character. These are important questions. On the subject of belief, a faith untested is not a faith that can be trusted. The fact that you thought to ask is important, no matter what side of the fence you land on.

I would like to condense some of your questions to the root, and answer them out of order for better clarity, if that's alright. At the end I'll put a TL;DR, though I do hope you read through my longer answers. Lets start with the classics.

1. Free Will, or Election?

A lot of your questions hinge on the presupposition that God has determined how everything will play out, implying that our actions (and prayers) don't matter. This paints God as a liar, a narcissist, and a tyrant. Why would anyone want to worship someone like that?

Thankfully, this is not the truth of God's character.

So many people seem to think that Predestination and Free Will are antithetical to one another, without considering the possibility that they can coexist.

Its true, some are predestined to be saved. In Romans 8:29, Ephesians 1:5, there are direct quotes saying some were elected to be saved. What it does not say is that everyone else is predestined to hell. 2 Peter 3:9 states " The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. "

I can think of no better example than the story of Jonah. God told Jonah to go to Nineveh, a proud and wicked city in Assyria. Nineveh was rotten to the core, worshipping evil gods, doing all kinds of abominable things, and generally scaring the hell out of their neighbors.

For context, during the Bronze Age, Egypt, Babylon, Jerusalem, and all their surrounding cities and kingdoms were terrified of what was going on in Assyria. Nobody wanted to fight them.

Jonah certainly didn't want to go, but God was going to destroy Nineveh, and told him to warn the people.

If God was just going to destroy the city, why would he send a warning? Because he's malicious and gets off on scaring people? That doesn't sound right.

I argue that it's the good character of God to give people chances, and that's exactly what he did.

Long story short, Jonah ran away, God brought him back in the belly of a fish that spat him on the shore. Jonah gave a middling warning, he wanted nothing to do with these people. But the people of Nineveh heard the message loud and clear.

Quote Jonah 3:5  "The Ninevites believed God. A fast was proclaimed, and all of them, from the greatest to the least, put on sackcloth."

Fast forward to Jonah 10: " When God saw what they did and how they turned from their evil ways, he relented and did not bring on them the destruction he had threatened. "

The Ninevites were predetermined to destruction, but through their decision to repent, they were spared.

They had the free will to change! God doesn't want anyone to go to hell. Throughout the entire Bible God is repeatedly, patiently staying his hand when people ask to be spared, and extending it when people ask for help.

This goes into your next set of questions. 2. Why does God answer some prayers, but not others? And: Why does God let bad things happen, especially to his faithful?

These are questions that have been debated since before Christians were even a thing. In fact, there are 3 books that stick out to me in that regard.

Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and Job.

Each of these books debates a different point of view. To offer a condensed synopsis:

Proverbs says that the world is ordered in a way to be fair, and that following the wisdom of God is the key to a good life.

Ecclesiastes argues that you can do everything right and still suffer, but that ultimately doing the right thing is still important even if it doesn't bring you riches.

Job takes bits of the first two, then explains it by way of the story of a man who loves God, does everything right, loses everything, and demands God explain himself.

I have some great little videos I'll link at the end of this post that goes into these books a bit more.

But back to the main point.

God hears every prayer. He knows the most intimate desires of everyone's hearts.

Going back again to 2 Peter 3:9 " The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. "

Sometimes, he doesn't answer our prayers immediately. Sometimes he does, but the answer is no. I argue that every time the answer is no, it's because he has something better in mind.

That can be hard to hear, especially from a place of suffering.

But that's why faith is important.

Faith isn't just "there is a God, I believe in him", but trusting that he has our best interests at heart.

That's a massive concept.

He asks us to assume the best in him. That's why our free will is important. He asks us to read the Bible, to look at history, and decide for ourselves if he is good, and if he has made good on his promises.

He has, every single time.

Faith is trusting that, even though you can do everything right and still suffer, God will see us through to the end. God has something better in store, whether in this life or the next.

This world is flawed, wild. Imperfect. I think about all the people that have been killed and eaten by wild animals, or were murder victims, or people who die from freak accidents. I think of the people who suffer with cancer, or children orphaned by war.

I think of all the pain and suffering I went through and yeah, sometimes it felt like God was just letting me suffer.

But that's not the case.

John 14:27 - "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."

Isaiah 41:10 - "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

Deuteronomy 31:6 - "Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you; he will not leave you or forsake you."

God was with me the whole time.

I don't think enough people realize that the God of the Bible is the only god in any religion, mythology, or legend that can rightfully claim to fully understand what its like to be human and god in one.

Imagine an all powerful being willingly being born human.

Imagine him subjecting himself to the same pains we go through.

As Jesus he experienced hunger, fear, grief, pain. He felt the anger of injustice, and the hopelessness of loss. He even experienced feeling abandoned by God.

His own people turned him in to be killed. Think of the betrayal. He went through the whole gamut of the human experience, from the good to the ugly.

He saw the hideous greed and injustice of the Pharisees and the Romans face to face.

And God did that for you. For me. For the worst person you know.

We don't suffer alone. This God is the only god who can suffer with us, who can truly sympathize with what it feels like to be human.

He understands our perspective.

Jesus is more than the fulfillment of prophesy, the sacrifice to end all sacrifice. Jesus is God demonstrating the lengths he would go to to be with us again.

He knows the pain, he experienced it firsthand.

He knows the feeling of starving. He knows what it feels like to be murdered.

And he knows that there is something better coming for anyone who asks.

So, to sum up your questions.

God is good. He does not predestine anyone to hell, rather elects some as people to lead others away from hell.

2. The world is flawed, God is not. God knows firsthand every pain anyone has ever suffered. God does not want people to suffer, but rather take comfort knowing that better things are around the corner, even after death.

3. God answers every prayer. Sometimes the answer is no and we have to trust him.

As for the how questions. I cannot tell you how God thinks or why he decides the things he does. But I have seen his character, and I trust that he is good, wise, and above all kind. I trust him to make the right decisions.

Thank you again Anon for the opportunity to answer these questions. I apologize for the lateness, I am rarely ever on desktop and got no notifications.

God bless you.

[pvffinsdaisies]

the Anglo-Celtic Isles as song’s from Maisie Peter’s “the Good Witch”

(With little to no explanation) (featuring OCs)

THE GOOD WITCH: WALES

“When all I do is think about the past, and haunt a house nobody lives in, you wanna hear about it all, where do I start? Well, I guess when it kicks in.”

COMING OF AGE: IRELAND

“I wish I would’ve seen it sooner, why did it take me ages to say it? I wasn’t your cliché, no, this is my coming of age!”

WATCH: SCOTLAND

“You’re so bad (so bad!), you look better (what the fuck?) I fought it but I saw it and it sawed me right in half. You still get to me, but I still let you (yes I do!) you’re being a superstar and all I’ve got are victim cards and you’ve got every single thing you want, and I just watch.”

BODY BETTER: NORTHERN IRELAND

“Then I, I can’t help thinking that she’s got a better body, has she got a body better than mine? And I, I can help thinking when you touched it were you sorry, were you sorry like weren’t at the time? Loving you was easy, that’s why it hurts now, the worst way to love somebody’s to watch them love somebody else and it work out, now, I can’t help thinking that she’s got a better body, has she got a body better than mine?”

WANT YOU BACK: NORTHERN IRELAND

“So I know, that you did bad, but if one more person says it I might go mad. Yeah I know, it didn’t last, and what was cheap to you to me was all I had. The issue is, I know all of this and I, I still want you back.”

THE BAND AND I: ENGLAND

“It was Friday nights, it was video gold, oh it was shining lights, it was rock and roll. It was the band and I, on a 12 bed bus, it was making and messing it up! It was endless roads, in the same old boots, oh it was letting go of everything but you. It was the band and I, on a 12 bed bus, if we’re living the dream, I hope we never wake up.”

YOU’RE JUST A BOY (AND I’M KINDA THE MAN): CORNWALL

“I’m on a one-way trip to take over the world, you could’ve come but your head’s in the sand, what’s a girl gonna do when she’s in love with you, but you’re just a boy and I’m kinda the man. I’m on a one-way trip to take over the world, you could’ve come, babe, I held out my hand. Yeah it’s sad and it’s true, and I’m in love with you, but you’re just a boy and I’m kinda the man!”

LOST THE BREAKUP: IRELAND

“I know I’m obsessed and right now I might be a mess, but one day you’re gonna wake up, and OH SHIT! You lost the breakup. I’ll smile and you’ll have to face it, I’m the greatest love that you wasted, but by then I’ll be far away, and OH SHIT! You lost the breakup!”

WENDY: WALES

“You could take me to neverland, baby, we could live off of magic and maybes, but I know the girl that you want and it scares me, behind every lost boy there’s always a Wendy. So I’ll lock the windows and turn on the AC, you’ll throw your rocks and you’ll scream that you hate me, but it gets old being forever 20, and what about my wings? What about Wendy?”

RUN: SCOTLAND

“If a man says that he wants you in his life forever (run!) if he calls you up says he’s so in love and it’s been one week you better (run!) if your heart says broke and your friends say “don’t” it’s an r.i.p you better (run!) as fast as you can, take a quick sharp turn at the side of the man and make it done! If a man says that he wants you in his life forever, (run!)”

TWO WEEKS AGO: NORTHUMBRIA

“You were driving fast, I was holding back and I loved you babe but I bet you knew that. The song was true and the sky was black, god, I wish it was two weeks ago. When you said we’re like your mum and dad, knew you loved me babe, when you told me that, and the song was true and the sky was black, god, I wish it was two weeks ago.”

BSC: CORNWALL

“Broke me big time, it’s funny and im laughing baby, you think im alright, but im actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy!”

THERAPY: IRELAND

“Now you’re gone, honey I can’t sleep, I’m just talking to your memory. I still love you, but you’re taking me from your arms back to therapy, therapy, oh Lord, I’m going back to therapy, therapy. You swore it’s somewhere I would never be, so how come you’re taking me from your arms back to therapy?”

THERE IT GOES: SCOTLAND

“The love we had was covered in snow, I had to let it go. The love we had was eating me whole, I had to send it home. Oh there it was, heaven knows, there it was, now there it goes.”

HISTORY OF MAN: NORTHUMBRIA

“I’ve seen it in the poems and the sands, I’ve pleaded with the powers and their plans, I’ve tried to rewrite it but I can’t, it’s the history of man. She stays up, he’s sleeping like a lamb, she begs him, he says he doesn’t understand, she loves him more than anyone ever has in the history, the history of man.”

[zipndots]

Saw the tags.

Here's an invitation to scream about the way people treat having a car/driver's license.

oh look at you, enabler you <33 (i literally moved to my pc so i can type this out just a smidge faster and more effectively. pardon any mistakes)

when my sibling was around my age, even a little younger, it got its permit. cool, right? soon enough my big sibling would be able to take me to school and get us food, i thought. its total driving time in its life is around. 4 hours? and thats me being generous.

fast forward ~8 years and im here with 4 hours of driving time under my own belt, hell, even my own car, because my sibling is physically disabled and i wanted to be able to help. thing is, i get so sick and dizzy behind the wheel out of anxiety that i literally cant go on an actual road without crying my eyes out and having a panic attack.

turns out my sibling was like that too, and thats why it had to stop trying.

my own reasoning to justify this anxiety and this sheer dread is because nobody can actually drive on the road here. i probably know the rules and laws of driving in my state (usamerican, sorry) than the majority of people licensed to drive here. you see people with bald tires flying down the highway at 80mph in blizzard conditions, half the time without their headlights, and no turn signal (either out of sheer laziness or because it is broken). do you know how many people on the road are willingly operating a 2 ton hunk of metal so irresponsibly? too many. too fuckin many. i, as a pedestrian, have accepted the fact that despite having right of way across a street that isnt even busy, will more than likely be run over on a normal day because nobody pays attention to their surroundings.

im constantly hounded by my own mother, who says she understands my feelings and anxieties around driving, on when im going to finally start driving and why i keep avoiding it etc etc etc. she doesnt want to teach me because it scares her. my dad doesnt want to teach me because he doesnt have the time (fair, hes a really busy man). my sibling literally cant walk half the time let alone drive. anyone else i dont trust to be in a car with without holding the "oh shit" handle because theyre impatient, irresponsible, and dont even know how to drive safely themselves.

i cant get a job where im living right now. i just recently learned i have some really bad asthma and that paired with dry air, intense weather (below zero temps in winter, above 100 in summer), and going uphill prevents me from commuting to anywhere close. there was a bus stop once upon a time, but they apparently got rid of it in the route, but never bothered to actually get rid of the stop, so the closest bus stops in either direction are uphill and over a mile away, and i genuinely just dont have the right metabolism to endure that.

every time i mention that to somebody, they always, without fail, say "why dont you just drive?" oh, gee, i dont know, probably the fact that i dont feel safe in something that can easily crush me, next to people operating the same machines unsafely and irresponsibly, and have seen first-hand how bad user error can destroy many peoples lives? combined with the fact that i simply prefer being a pedestrian?

the US is so abysmal when it comes to road safety and accessible sidewalks that its almost so funny it makes me want to cry. i feel disgusting having to use a ride share app or call a taxi and waste 40 bucks on a 20 minute ride because either there isnt a safe bus route/walkway or the route that takes me there via bus takes over three hours, taking up the majority of my day. efficient and safe transport here is so fucking awful and of course they wont fund any improvement on it because they dont see a profit to it. because of cars.

i dont even know how to end this rant. im just pissed off more and want to burn down my local government buildings.

[disha70]

20 ADVICE FROM ELDERLY PEOPLE:

1 The most important person in your life is the person who agreed to share their life with you. Treat them as such.

2 You might live a long life, or you might live a short one — who knows. But either way, trust me when I say that you’re going to wish you took better care of yourself in your youth.

3 Stuff is just stuff. Don’t hold onto material objects, hold onto time and experiences instead.

4 Jealousy destroys relationships. Trust your significant other, because who else are you supposed to trust?

5 People always say, “Make sure you get a job doing what you love!” But that isn’t the best advice. The right job is the job you love some days, can tolerate most days, and still pays the bills. Almost nobody has a job they love every day.

6 If you’re getting overwhelmed by life, just return to the immediate present moment and savour all that is beautiful and comforting. Take a deep breath, relax.

7 Years go by in the blink of an eye. Don’t marry young. Live your life. Go places. Do things. If you have the means or not. Pack a bag and go wherever you can afford to go. While you have no dependents, don’t buy stuff. Any stuff. See the world. Look through travel magazines and pick a spot. GO!

8 Don’t take life so seriously. Even if things seem dark and hopeless, try to laugh at how ridiculous life is.

9 A true friend will come running if you call them at 2am. Everyone else is just an acquaintance.

10 Children grow up way too fast. Make the most of the time you have with them.

11 Nobody ever dies wishing they had worked more. Work hard, but don’t prioritize work over family, friends, or even yourself.

12 Eat and exercise like you’re a diabetic heart patient with a stroke — so you never actually become one.

13. Maybe this one isn’t as profound as the others, but I think it’s important… Floss regularly, dental problems are awful.

14. Don’t take anyone else’s advice as gospel. You can ask for advice from someone you respect, then take your situation into consideration and make your own decision. Essentially, take your own advice is my advice…

15. The joints you damage today will get their revenge later. Even if you think they’ve recovered completely. TRUST ME!

16. We have one time on this earth. Don’t wake up and realize that you are 60 years old and haven’t done the things you dreamed about.

17. Appreciate the small things and to be present in the moment. What do I mean? Well, it seems today like younger people are all about immediate gratification. Instead, why not appreciate every small moment? We don’t get to stay on this crazy/wonderful planet forever and the greatest pleasure can be found in the most mundane of activities. Instead of sending a text, pick up the phone and call someone. Call your mother, have a conversation about nothing in particular. Those are the moments to hold onto.

18. Pay your bills and stay the hell out of debt. If I could have paid myself all the money I’ve paid out in interest over the years, I’d be retired already.

19. If you have a dream of being or doing something that seems impossible, try for it anyway. It will only become more impossible as you age and become responsible for other people.

20. When you meet someone for the first time, stop and realize that you really know nothing about them. You see race, gender, age, clothes. Forget it all. You know nothing. Those biased assumptions that pop into your head because of the way your brain likes categories, are limiting your life, and other people’s lives.

[clandestinexx]

ADVICE FROM OLD PEOPLE

1 The most important person in your life is the person who agreed to share their life with you. Treat them as such.

2 You might live a long life, or you might live a short one — who knows. But either way, trust me when I say that you’re going to wish you took better care of yourself in your youth.

3 Stuff is just stuff. Don’t hold onto material objects, hold onto time and experiences instead.

4 Jealousy destroys relationships. Trust your significant other, because who else are you supposed to trust?

5 People always say, “Make sure you get a job doing what you love!” But that isn’t the best advice. The right job is the job you love some days, can tolerate most days, and still pays the bills. Almost nobody has a job they love every day.

6 If you’re getting overwhelmed by life, just return to the immediate present moment and savour all that is beautiful and comforting. Take a deep breath, relax.

7 Years go by in the blink of an eye. Don’t marry young. Live your life. Go places. Do things. If you have the means or not. Pack a bag and go wherever you can afford to go. While you have no dependents, don’t buy stuff. Any stuff. See the world. Look through travel magazines and pick a spot. GO!

8 Don’t take life so seriously. Even if things seem dark and hopeless, try to laugh at how ridiculous life is.

9 A true friend will come running if you call them at 2am. Everyone else is just an acquaintance.

10 Children grow up way too fast. Make the most of the time you have with them.

11 Nobody ever dies wishing they had worked more. Work hard, but don’t prioritize work over family, friends, or even yourself.

12 Eat and exercise like you’re a diabetic heart patient with a stroke — so you never actually become one.

13. Maybe this one isn’t as profound as the others, but I think it’s important… Floss regularly, dental problems are awful.

14. Don’t take anyone else’s advice as gospel. You can ask for advice from someone you respect, then take your situation into consideration and make your own decision. Essentially, take your own advice is my advice…

15. The joints you damage today will get their revenge later. Even if you think they’ve recovered completely. TRUST ME!

16. We have one time on this earth. Don’t wake up and realize that you are 60 years old and haven’t done the things you dreamed about.

17. Appreciate the small things and to be present in the moment. What do I mean? Well, it seems today like younger people are all about immediate gratification. Instead, why not appreciate every small moment? We don’t get to stay on this crazy/wonderful planet forever and the greatest pleasure can be found in the most mundane of activities. Instead of sending a text, pick up the phone and call someone. Call your mother, have a conversation about nothing in particular. Those are the moments to hold onto.

18. Pay your bills and stay the hell out of debt. If I could have paid myself all the money I’ve paid out in interest over the years, I’d be retired already.

19. If you have a dream of being or doing something that seems impossible, try for it anyway. It will only become more impossible as you age and become responsible for other people.

And finally, the last piece of advice:

20. When you meet someone for the first time, stop and realize that you really know nothing about them. You see race, gender, age, clothes. Forget it all. You know nothing. Those biased assumptions that pop into your head because of the way your brain likes categories, are limiting your life, and other people’s lives.

Ccto

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About the appeal of slow living

A boomer and a generation X-er asked me recently why young people have no stamina for dusk til dawn raves like they were, can’t be bothered with sex and drugs anymore and that we’re too young to lose interest in sex. In my opinion, I told them, it’s about slow living. The younger generations have discovered slow living and have redefined it to fit modern life.

I remember on the train from Amsterdam to Paris a few years ago, I sat next to someone around my age or a bit younger who spent the time watching an episode of trashy TV on her iPad while knitting a jumper. She wasn’t even looking down to check the stitches. She knew what she was doing. This young woman is one of many who have discovered how slow living can enhance their lives. We are already working all the hours to make ends meet and like many older millennials, I can’t afford to live on my own and might never be able to. I think that elements of slow living give us control over our lives when everything feels too overwhelming. Baking bread and cake feels like indulgence these days. It gives us a chance to slow down and enjoy the moment.

Slow living isn’t just a cottage core fantasy, it can be a lifeline. People in their 20s and 30s are growing fruits, vegetables and herbs out of necessity and starting to rent plots in the allotment if they can. Clubbing is often being exchanged for a more sedate gathering that gets us home for an early night to be able to switch off sufficiently for a good night’s sleep that we need for work the next day. For me, fitting in an after work drink or dinner makes me feel productive enough when I go home to prepare for the next day, but not frantic, like I have too many things to do and I can’t get it done in time. Fast fashion is declining as people are expressing an interest in knitting, sewing, crocheting their own clothes, cuddly toys and homewares. Some people have even started carpentry courses so they can furnish their home the way they like it. Home made clothes are no longer cheap, they are far more expensive time and cost-wise than ready to wear but the satisfaction it gives to know that making something built to last to use as an everyday item, outweighs everything else. Librarian chic, granny style and androgynous looks are not just trendy, they are now established as everyday styles for the younger generation all over the world.

I think slow living also helps today’s younger generation with redefining sexuality and gender. Once you have a description for who you are and how you feel about your preferences, the first thing you want to do is talk about it with like-minded people. Talking and sharing experiences is such an intimacy. Speaking for women, our first proper experience of intimacy comes from our female friendships. that’s why we are so keen to keep hold of them. The younger generation know as well as anyone that friendships are the best kind of intimacy that will tend to last a lifetime. We insist on celebrating our friendships and prioritising them over disposable interaction and that to me, is clear proof of how slow living positively impacts our lives. More of us are willing to wait for a meaningful connection that doesn’t have to be about sex. Sex is becoming secondary as people realise that intimacy is so much more than that. Some people are waiting for their one and only, some people are waiting for their person for right now at that particular stage of their lives. People in their 20s and 30s are enjoying being single more than ever. And the range of sex toys available means that nobody has to miss out on orgasms, especially if someone has grown up shy about masturbating. I think it’s because adapting elements of slow living to our lives has given us a better sense of individuality, preference and purpose. The younger generation are redefining priorities and happiness and satisfaction more than ever and it looks different to how it used to be. It’s a mix of traditional and contemporary and may it continue.