#it’s entirely uncalled for and disrespectful

[randum-famdoms]

Stop liking my old posts or I’ll revoke your breathing rights

[estellan0vella]

No Pass, Just BITCH ❀ includes: Gojo, Sukuna ft Uraume, Toji & Ino (Requested)

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You’re in the kitchen, the savory aroma of dinner filling the air as you move around, checking the oven and stirring the pot on the stove. It’s been a long day, but you’re almost done preparing a meal that you know Satoru will love. You smile to yourself, thinking about how he always appreciates your cooking.

Just as you’re about to finish up, you hear him call from the other room, his voice loud and clear, "Hey, bitch! When’s dinner ready?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you freeze. Did he really just call you that? Your heart sinks, and a wave of hurt washes over you. You’ve never heard him speak to you like that before. You try to brush it off, thinking maybe you misheard, but the sting lingers.

You turn off the stove and wipe your hands on a towel, your appetite suddenly gone. As you walk into the living room, you see Gojo lounging on the couch, a casual smile on his face as he scrolls through his phone.

"Did you just call me a bitch?" you ask, your voice shaking slightly.

He looks up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Yeah, why? What’s the problem?"

You feel a lump form in your throat. "That’s not okay, Satoru. It really hurt my feelings."

For a moment, there’s silence. Then, Gojo’s eyes widen, and he jumps up from the couch, his face filled with genuine concern. "Oh my god, babe, I’m so sorry. I was just messing with you! It was supposed to be a prank. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

You cross your arms, looking away as tears threaten to spill. "Well, it wasn’t funny."

He steps closer, reaching out to gently cup your face. "I’m really sorry. I thought it would be a harmless joke, but I see now that it wasn’t. Please forgive me?"

You take a deep breath, feeling the sincerity in his apology. Slowly, you nod, still feeling a bit shaken. "Just… don’t do it again, okay? Words like that aren’t a joke."

Gojo pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I promise, I won’t. I love you too much to ever hurt you again. Now, how about we finish making dinner together? I’ll even do the dishes."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you lean into his embrace. "Okay. But you’re on dish duty for the rest of the week."

He chuckles, rubbing your back soothingly. "Deal. And again, I’m really sorry."

You nod, feeling the tension slowly melt away. "Just make sure the food doesn’t burn while we’re in here."

Gojo grins, leading you back to the kitchen. "I’ll be your sous chef tonight. Let’s make this the best dinner ever."

"Asshole," You mutter under your breath and Gojo huffs out a laugh.

"Deserved,"

You’re in the kitchen, carefully chopping vegetables for dinner, when you hear Sukuna’s voice booming from outside the kitchen.

“Hey, bitch! When’s dinner ready?”

You freeze, the knife hovering mid-air. The insult stings, and you feel your face heat up with a mix of anger and hurt. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions, but the sharpness of his words makes it hard.

Before you can respond, Uraume whirls around from the sink, their usually calm expression twisted in disapproval. They cross their arms and fix Sukuna with a stern look.

“Lord Sukuna, that was completely uncalled for,” Uraume says, their voice sharp and reprimanding. “You can’t speak to them like that.”

Sukuna leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. He seems entirely unbothered by Uraume’s scolding.

“Oh, come on, Uraume. It’s just a joke,” he says, waving a dismissive hand. “Lighten up a bit.”

Uraume’s eyes narrow, and they take a step closer to him. “A joke or not, it was disrespectful. You owe them an apology.”

You glance between the two of them, feeling a bit lost and still stung by Sukuna’s words. Sukuna’s smirk fades slightly as he looks at you, realizing the impact of his “joke.”

He sighs, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to you. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry. It was just a prank, I didn’t mean to upset you.” His tone is softer now, more sincere.

You stare at him for a moment, the sincerity in his eyes making it hard to stay angry. Finally, you nod, accepting his apology. “Just… don’t do it again, okay?”

Sukuna grins and ruffles your hair playfully. “Promise. Now, how about that dinner?”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. As you turn back to the vegetables, you hear Uraume give a small, satisfied huff.

“Thank you, Lord Sukuna,” Uraume says, their tone lighter before they glance at you with a small smirk. “And don’t forget, respect goes both ways. So go ahead”

"Dickhead," You say and Sukuna laughs, tossing his head back.

"Nicely done,"

You're in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and humming softly to yourself, enjoying the quiet moment of preparation. The evening sun filters through the window, casting a warm glow over the countertops and filling the room with a cosy ambience.

Suddenly, Toji Fushiguro strides in, his presence as commanding as ever. Without so much as a greeting, he leans against the doorway and crosses his arms, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Hey, bitch, when's dinner gonna be ready?" he asks, his tone casual but the words hitting you like a slap in the face.

Your hands freeze mid-chop, and you turn to glare at him, anger bubbling up inside you. "Excuse me?" you snap, your voice sharp. "What did you just call me?"

Toji's smirk widens, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "You heard me," he says, clearly unfazed by your reaction.

Without thinking, you grab the nearest spatula and hurl it in his direction. It whizzes past his head and clatters against the wall behind him. Toji bursts into laughter, the sound echoing through the kitchen.

"What the hell, Toji?" you shout, your face flushed with anger. "What's wrong with you?"

He raises his hands in a placating gesture, still chuckling. "Relax, it's just a prank," he says, shaking his head. "I didn't mean it. I was just messing with you."

You stare at him, your heart still pounding with fury, but now mixed with a hint of confusion. "A prank?" you repeat, your voice laced with disbelief.

Toji nods, his laughter dying down as he walks over to you. "Yeah, just a prank," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I didn't mean to piss you off. Just wanted to see your reaction."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. "Well, congratulations, you got one," you mutter, swatting his hand away.

Toji grins and pulls you into a quick hug. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he says, his voice softer now. "Dinner smells great, by the way."

You sigh, shaking your head but unable to suppress a small smile. "Just don't call me that again," you warn, pointing a finger at him.

"Promise," he replies, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Now, how can I help to make it up to you?"

You hand him a knife, the tension easing out of the room as you both get back to preparing dinner together, the earlier anger fading into the background.

You’re bustling around the kitchen, trying to get dinner ready after a long day. The scent of sizzling garlic and onions fills the air, mixing with the tangy aroma of tomatoes and herbs simmering in a pot. You’re focused, almost lost in the rhythmic chopping of vegetables when you hear the front door creak open.

Ino strides in, his usual confident swagger evident in every step. He tosses his bag onto the couch and makes a beeline for the kitchen. Without any preamble, he leans against the counter, crosses his arms, and smirks. “Hey, bitch, when’s dinner ready?”

The words hit you like a slap. Your jaw tightens, and you can feel a hot flush creeping up your neck. You turn to face him, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?” you snap, gripping the wooden spoon in your hand like a weapon. “What did you just call me?”

Ino’s smirk doesn’t falter. “You heard me. I asked when dinner’s ready.”

You see red. Without thinking, you grab the nearest object—a half-full glass of water—and hurl it at him. He dodges, but not quickly enough. The glass shatters against the wall, and water splashes across his shirt.

“Are you out of your mind?” you shout, furious. “How dare you talk to me like that!”

For a moment, the room is silent, the tension thick and suffocating. Then, Ino bursts into laughter, holding up his hands in surrender. “Wait, wait! It’s just a prank! Relax, okay?”

You glare at him, chest heaving, trying to process his words. “A prank?” you echo, incredulous.

“Yeah,” he says, still chuckling. “I was just messing with you. I didn’t think you’d get so mad. Look, I’m sorry. It was supposed to be funny.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Slowly, the anger starts to ebb, replaced by a reluctant amusement. “You’re an idiot,” you mutter, shaking your head. “A complete idiot.”

Ino grins, wiping water off his face. “But I’m your idiot,” he says, stepping closer and pulling you into a hug. “Come on, let’s finish dinner together. I promise no more pranks. At least not today.”

You can’t help but smile, the warmth of his embrace melting the last of your anger. “Fine,” you say, leaning into him. “But you owe me. Big time.”

“Deal,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now, what’s next on the menu, chef? You hopefully"

"Kepp dreaming dickhead," You mutter. "I'm off the menu all week because you think you're a comedian"

"Huh?!"

Requested by @alixezae

[sweetvoidstuff]

Yoga Pose: Love

Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Jungkook, a dedicated gym enthusiast, finds his routine disrupted when Y/N, a serene yoga instructor, joins the gym. As they bond over shared challenges and personal growth, their friendship evolves into a profound connection, nurtured by their mutual love for fitness and resilience in overcoming obstacles.

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Jungkook wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest heaving with exertion after a particularly grueling workout session. The gym around him buzzed with activity—weights clanked, music pumped through the speakers, and people moved with purpose. This was his sanctuary, where he pushed his limits and found solace in the rhythm of physical challenge.

Jimin, the blonde gym owner and a close friend, had recently introduced a new addition to his team: Y/N, a yoga instructor renowned for her transformative classes. Jungkook had heard whispers of her arrival, promising to bring a fresh perspective and welcoming atmosphere to the gym. Intrigued, he had yet to witness her teaching firsthand.

As Jungkook approached the water fountain, his eyes swept across the studio floor where Y/N conducted her class. soft, ambient music is heared and a gentle scent of lavender lingers around the studio door. The room is warmly lit, creating a calming atmosphere. Mats are laid out in neat rows. She guides her students through a series of asanas, or poses, each one flowing seamlessly into the next. Moving with grace and precision, demonstrating each pose with clarity while offering modifications for those who need them. From the grounding Mountain Pose to the invigorating Warrior Series, each movement is deliberate and purposeful. Her fluid movements seemed almost choreographed, a serene contrast to the intense energy of the weights area.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Jimin’s voice interrupted Jungkoos thoughts. “How’s the workout going?” He hadnt realised how long he had watched the session and Y/N.

“Good, Jimin,” Jungkook replied, glancing back at Y/N’s class. “Who’s the new instructor?”

Jimin followed Jungkook’s gaze and grinned proudly. “That’s Y/N. She’s fantastic—her classes are really popular with the ladies.”

Jungkook nodded appreciatively, taking a moment to observe Y/N's teaching style a little longer before sipping from his water bottle. “She seems great,” he remarked quietly a soft blush forming on his cheeks.

Later that week, after completing his usual routine and stretching out his muscles, Jungkook overheard a group of guys loitering near the studio entrance. Their snide remarks about Yoga class cut through the gym’s usual din.

“Yoga? Seriously? That’s not even a real workout,” scoffed one of them, smirking as he leaned against the wall.

“Yeah, what’s next? A knitting club? Park should have put a Cycling session there or anything else, man.” another chimed in, prompting laughter from his companions.

“At least they look good stretching like that,” added a third, gesturing dismissively towards the big glass studio doors.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in anger. He had always believed in respecting every form of physical activity, understanding the dedication, discipline, and skill required to pull through with any kind of workout routine. Those comments struck a nerve—dismissive, disrespectful, and entirely uncalled for. Especially as the girls closest to the door shyly turned their heads at the noise.

Meanwhile, you seemed focused on your class and undeterred by the comments echoing nearby, continuing to guide your students with professionalism and grace. As Jungkook watched you calmly lead your class, he felt a surge of admiration for your poise and resilience. You embodied a lot he valued in fitness—a commitment to excellence, inclusivity, and unwavering dedication to your students. It was clear to him that you were not just an instructor, but a role model who commanded respect through your actions and expertise.

A couple of weeks passed in the steady rhythm of the gym. You continued leading your yoga classes with unwavering dedication, despite the occasional snide remarks from a group of guys who loitered near the studio area. Jungkook, often observing from a distance after his workouts, seemed increasingly agitated each time he overheard their disrespectful comments.

One afternoon, after finishing your usual routine, you found yourself chatting with Jimin near the front desk. Your class had just concluded, and you approached them with a friendly smile, ready to head home for the day.

“Hey, Jimin,” you greeted warmly, nodding politely at Jungkook.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jimin responded, introducing you formally. “That's Jungkook. Jungkook, Y/N.”

“Hi,” Jungkook smiled back at you, admiration for you evident in his eyes. You returned the smile graciously.

“How’s everything going?” Jimin inquired, leaning casually against the counter.

“Good, as usual,” you replied, your voice carrying a hint of weariness. “The classes are great, with ecxeption of those guys…”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “Yeah, about that. I wanted to talk to you about some of the members. Their comments are way out of line.”

Jimin’s expression shifted to concern, exchanging a concerned glance between you and Jungkook. “Should I talk to them? It’s not acceptable for them to make you or the others uncomfortable.”

Shaking your head calmly, your demeanor composed despite the underlying annoyance. “I appreciate it, Jimin, but I’m not fazed by them. I’ve dealt with worse.”

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, his respect for you growing. “Still, you shouldn’t have to put up with it. If you ever need backup, just let me know.”

Your smile widened gratefully. “Thanks, Jungkook. It means a lot. Just having some privacy screens on the windows would be appreciated. Not all the girls want to feel like they’re on display.”

“Consider it done,” Jimin assured you with a nod of determination. “I’ll get that sorted out.”

As you bid them good evening and headed towards the exit, Jungkook’s admiration for you was palpable. You handled adversity with grace and strength, your focus unwavering on your passion for yoga and your students rather than letting the ignorance of a few detract from your mission.

Later that week, true to his word, Jimin had privacy screens installed around the studio windows, ensuring you and your students could practice yoga without feeling scrutinized or objectified. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by you. You expressed your gratitude with a nod and a warm smile to Jimin.

Your classes continued, now with a renewed sense of peace. The girls in your class seemed more at ease, no longer casting wary glances towards the windows. Your studio became an even more welcoming sanctuary, a place where everyone could focus on their practice without the distraction of unwanted attention.

Over the next few weeks, your interactions with Jungkook blossomed into a genuine friendship. You noticed him actively seeking you out a couple of times, and in turn, you made a point to spot him as soon as you came in. Those moments of connection brightened your day—whether it was sharing a quick chat after your workouts or exchanging friendly smiles across the gym floor.

One day, after a particularly challenging boxing session with Jimin, Jungkook noticed you watching him from the sidelines with a curious expression. As you caught his eye, he wiped the sweat from his face and sauntered over with a playful smirk.

“Enjoying the show?” he teased lightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You laughed, feeling a slight flush spread across your cheeks. “You’re pretty good, Jungkook. I might have to join one of Jimin’s classes someday.”

He grinned, his playful demeanor lighting up his features. “I’d love to see that. Maybe I can join one of your yoga classes in return.”

“Deal,” you said with a smile, extending your hand for a friendly shake. Jungkook’s hand met yours, his touch warm and firm, sending a subtle thrill through you. His fingers were strong, yet surprisingly gentle, wrapping around yours with a confident ease. The calluses on his palm told tales of hours spent lifting weights and honing his physique, while the smoothness of his skin spoke of care and dedication to his craft. As your hands clasped together, you couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his slightly larger hand and your own, a physical reminder of the differences and similarities that drew you together.

However, it wasn’t easy to coordinate meetups, despite both of you attending the same gym. As a fitness instructor, some of your class schedules clashed with Jimin’s, making it challenging to attend his sessions. Despite your best efforts, your schedules rarely aligned. Jimin’s classes were popular among women, partly due to his charismatic and his appearance. Many attended to get close to him, but few could keep up with the demanding workouts he offered.

On the other hand, Jungkook made an effort to attended your yoga classes, where he stood out as the lone man amidst a sea of women. He approached yoga with dedication, diligently stretching and balancing, though he was often surrounded by admirers after class, making it difficult to approach him. It was impossible not to notice Jungkook’s attractiveness, which was on par with Jimin’s. Despite these challenges, life had a knack for throwing unexpected curveballs into the mix, complicating things further.

After a particularly bad day, you found yourself needing an outlet for your frustration. You came to the gym on your off day, feeling mentally and emotionally charged. Your usual calm demeanor was replaced by a storm of emotions that you needed to unleash. You waltzed through the front desk without greeting anybody, your face set in a determined scowl. The receptionist's cheerful "Hello!" went unanswered as you beelined for the locker room. You changed quickly, the routine motions doing little to quell the turmoil within you.

Once you were in your workout gear, instead of heading to the yoga studio, you decided to channel your frustration into something more physically demanding: boxing. Boxing had always been your go-to for releasing pent-up emotions when yoga didn't suffice, a skill honed through years of training and personal discipline even if your fitness focus had shifted over the years. It was an outlet where you could unleash your energy and focus on the rhythmic cadence of punches.

It was particularly frustrating that you couldn’t fit one of Jimin’s classes into your schedule. Jimin had seen you box once or twice before, and you preferred not to do it with so many people around. It didn’t quite fit the image of the calm yoga instructor you portrayed to your students. Luckily, the gym’s boxing area was today less crowded, providing a sanctuary where you could let loose and regain your balance.

Making your way to the punching bag, it stood as a familiar and comforting presence in the dimly lit corner of the gym. With practiced precision, you wrapped your hands, the ritual grounding you in purpose. Each loop around your wrists was a reminder of discipline and control, a prelude to the cathartic release that awaited.

As you stepped closer to the bag, you took a deep breath. The rhythmic thud of your fists against the heavy bag echoed in the quiet space, filling the air with a steady beat that matched the intensity of your emotions.

With each strike, you felt the tension in your muscles melt away, replaced by a surge of adrenaline and clarity. The physical exertion demanded your full attention, drawing your focus away from the frustrations of your day and into the present moment. Jab, cross, hook—each movement was deliberate, a calculated release of energy that brought a sense of satisfaction.

The combined stress of everything—the missed connections, the demanding job, the personal struggles—felt like too much. You began with some shadow boxing, your movements sharp and precise. Each punch and jab was thrown with the intent of expelling the negative energy inside you. The familiar rhythm of boxing, the controlled breathing, and the power behind each hit helped you focus and calm your mind.

As you transitioned to the heavy bag, your strikes became more forceful. The sound of your fists hitting the bag echoed through the gym, a physical manifestation of your inner turmoil. You lost yourself in the workout, each punch and combination a cathartic release. The rhythm of your fists against the bag was almost hypnotic, providing a temporary escape from your thoughts.

But the relief was short-lived. A few minutes into your session, the comments of the gym bros reached your ears. They were gathered nearby, their conversation loud and invasive. Their crude jokes and dismissive remarks about women in the gym were hard to ignore, especially today. Normally, you could brush it off, but today their words felt like daggers, turning your sucky day into an even worse one.

“Man, now the girl is even occupying the boxing space,” one of them laughed, not even trying to lower his voice. Another one added, “Yeah, why even bother? She should stick to yoga or something.”

The words stung, a reminder of the relentless misogyny you had to navigate more often than not. Anger bubbled up, mixing with your existing frustration. You threw another punch, harder this time, imagining the bag was the source of all your problems. Your form faltered, which just annoyed you even more.

Their laughter continued, a grating soundtrack to your workout. You tried to refocus, to let the rhythm of your punches drown out their voices, but the irritation was too persistent. The gym had always been your sanctuary, a place to clear your mind and channel your energy. But today, it felt tainted, the safe space violated by their insensitive banter.

One of them, a tall guy with a cocky grin, stepped closer, watching you with a smirk. “You’re wasting your time, sweetheart. Boxing isn’t for girls,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension.

His words hit harder than any punch, reigniting memories of every time you'd been underestimated or belittled. The rage simmered beneath your skin, threatening to boil over. You clenched your fists tighter, feeling the rough texture of the tape against your palms, a tangible reminder of your determination.

Ignoring them was becoming increasingly difficult. You could feel their eyes on you, scrutinizing your every move. Each punch you threw was an act of defiance, a statement that you belonged here just as much as they did. Yet, the weight of their judgment was heavy, pulling you down, sapping the energy you desperately needed to keep going.

You paused, trying to steady your breath, to calm the storm inside. You were one deep breath away from going over there and catching yourself a lawsuit. The intensity of your anger was palpable, your fists still clenched tightly. Just then, a familiar voice cut through the din, sharp and authoritative. “Hey, why don’t you guys shut up and mind your own business?" he said, his voice low and controlled but carrying an unmistakable edge. "If you have a problem with how the gym is organized, Park would be happy to hear about it. And if you have a problem with her, well, we can deal with that right now.”

It was Jungkook. He had walked in unnoticed, and now he stood between you and those assholes, his expression a mix of pure anger and annoyance. His skin was glistening with sweat, evidence of an intense workout, and his hair was slightly disheveled, clinging to his forehead in damp strands. His chest heaved slightly, as if he had rushed over mid-set, not caring to finish his exercise the moment he sensed trouble. The sight of him, fierce and protective, momentarily took your breath away.

His eyes were dark and intense, practically blazing with fury as he glared at the gym bros. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his lips were pressed into a thin, hard line. Every part of his body language screamed readiness to defend and confront, creating an almost palpable aura of protectiveness around him. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a formidable presence, one that demanded respect and silence.

As he took a step forward, the gym bros visibly shrank back. "Well?” Jungkook's broad shoulders squared off, making him appear even more imposing. His arms, still tense from his workout, were now crossed over his chest, showcasing the taut muscles beneath his skin. Each movement was deliberate, his stance unwavering, as if daring anyone to challenge him.

The gym bros exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier bravado quickly evaporating in the face of Jungkook’s challenge. Their murmurs turned into grumbles, and they reluctantly dispersed to another corner of the gym, casting furtive glances over their shoulders. None of them dared to meet Jungkook’s eyes again, the threat of confrontation still lingering in the air.

Jungkook watched them retreat, his stance not relaxing until they were a good distance away. Then, he turned to you, his eyes softening instantly, the anger melting away to reveal concern. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle now, a stark contrast to the intensity he had displayed moments before. The tension in the air eased slightly, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

You nodded, letting out a deep breath, the tension in your body slowly dissipating. The whirlwind of emotions you felt—anger, relief, gratitude—left you momentarily speechless. The sight of Jungkook, standing there like a protective barrier between you and those man-children, had both calmed and unsettled you in ways you couldn’t quite describe.

He seemed to understand, nodding in return. “Want some company?” he offered, his tone now light, as if trying to bring you back to a more normal, comfortable space.

You hesitated for a moment, the residual anger still simmering beneath the surface. But the idea of having someone like Jungkook by your side was too reassuring to pass up. Finally, you nodded. “Can you hold him steady?” you asked, gesturing to the punching bag.

Jungkook joined you at the punching bag, his lips curling into a small smile. “You sure you only mean this?” he teased lightly, gripping the bag firmly.

You managed a small smile in response. “For now,” you replied, your voice steadier than before.

With Jungkook holding the bag steady, you resumed your punches, each strike more controlled and precise than the last. His presence beside you grounded you, lending a sense of stability. As you unleashed your energy on the punching bag, the anger that had threatened to consume you began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed focus on your workout.

“Thanks for stepping in,” you said after a few minutes, your punches finding a rhythmic cadence. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, his grip on the bag firm and steady. “From the looks of it? Probably broken a nose or two.”

You chuckled at his remark, jabbing the bag once more. “So you were actually concerned about them and not me,” you teased, a playful smile spreading across your face.

His smile mirrored yours, bright and genuine. Seeing you relax and unwind brought him a sense of contentment. He shook his head playfully. “Hey, you know I’ve got your back, whether it’s punching bags or them.”

You continued to punch the bag, feeling the weight of the day’s frustrations gradually lifting with each powerful strike. Jungkook stood by your side throughout the session, steadying the bag and occasionally offering words of encouragement or lighthearted jokes. His unwavering support transformed what had started as a terrible day into a moment of resilience and determination.

After a while, both of you took a well-deserved break, settling onto the mats. Jungkook handed you a water bottle, and you gratefully took a long drink, feeling the coolness soothe your parched throat and ease the residual stress that had built up inside you. Despite the bustling atmosphere of the gym around you, there was a peaceful bubble of calm in your corner with Jungkook.

As the workout came to an end, exhaustion and relief washed over you in equal measure. The earlier incident now seemed like a distant memory, fading into insignificance in the glow of your friend's unwavering support. Jungkook released the bag and flashed you a thumbs-up. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you replied sincerely, a genuine smile spreading across your face. The anger and frustration had ebbed away, replaced by a sense of calm. “Thanks for this, Jungkook. I really needed it.”

“Anytime,” he said warmly, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel slung over his shoulder. “And about those guys... don’t let them get to you.”

You nodded, feeling lighter. “Yeah, I know. Some days it’s harder to brush it off.”

“I get that,” Jungkook said softly, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding. “But I have to ask. Who taught you to throw a punch like that? It can't be Jimin. I never see you in his class.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, it wasn’t Jimin. My dad, actually. He taught me when I was a kid.”

“Your dad?” Jungkook looked impressed. “He must be pretty good.”

“He was,” you said, feeling a pang of nostalgia. “He used to be a boxer before he got injured. He wanted to make sure I could defend myself.” You made a mental note to call him later and tell him about the day's events.

“Smart man.” You hummed, as you both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the hum of the gym around you providing a soothing background. It was nice to just be, without the weight of the day pressing down on you. Jungkook’s presence was calming, his steady demeanor a counterbalance to the chaos you had felt earlier. The silence between you was filled with unspoken understanding.

“You know,” he began, breaking the silence, “if you don’t have any classes today, would you want to grab a bite with me?” He smiled at you, his eyes warm and inviting.

“I’d like that,” you replied warmly, feeling a genuine smile spread across your face. “Where do you want to go?” You looked at him, appreciating the offer.

The thought of spending more time with Jungkook, away from the tension of the gym, was undeniably appealing, especially now that you realized your feelings for him were more than just friendship and gratitude. His presence had always been comforting and supportive, but today, seeing him stand up for you had stirred something deeper within you.

As Jungkook stood there, defending you with such unwavering determination, you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes flashed with intensity, how his voice held a protective edge that sent a thrill through you. The way he effortlessly commanded respect from those around him, yet showed such gentle concern for your well-being, made your heart skip a beat.

Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned your smile. There was a hint of amusement in his gaze, as if he had sensed your newfound admiration. “There’s this great place nearby that serves amazing Korean BBQ,” he suggested, his voice carrying a touch of enthusiasm. “It’s perfect for unwinding after a tough workout.”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed eagerly, the prospect of spending more time with him outside of the gym lifting your spirits even higher. “But I think I need a shower first.”

Jungkook chuckled at your mock offended expression. “Oh, you definitely need to!” he teased, his tone playful. “Can’t have you stinking up the restaurant.”

“Rude!” you shot back with a laugh, playfully nudging him. “As if you’re one to talk!” Smiling and shoving his biceps teasingly, unable to budge his solid frame. Jungkook laughed in response, his eyes crinkling even more at the corners.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘stinky’. Let’s go,” he said, still chuckling, as he gently nudged you towards the showers.

Inside, the air felt crisp and refreshing, a stark contrast to the warmth you felt in Jungkook’s presence. The thought of spending the evening with him, enjoying good food and each other’s company, was enough to make your heart race with anticipation.

As you gathered your things and headed out of the gym together, a sense of contentment washed over you, warming you from within. The day had started off poorly, marred by the insensitive comments and frustrations, but it was ending on a high note. With Jungkook by your side, the world seemed a little brighter, and the challenges a little more manageable.

During the short walk to the nearby Korean BBQ restaurant, you found yourself stealing glances at Jungkook. His hair was slightly disheveled from the quick shower after the workout, strands falling over his forehead in a way that made him look effortlessly cool. His eyes, normally sharp with determination, softened whenever he looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips. Each detail about him seemed to imprint itself more vividly in your mind, as if you were seeing him in a new light.

The restaurant buzzed with activity as you settled into a cozy booth, the scent of grilled meats and spices mingling in the air. Jungkook’s easy conversation and genuine interest in you only deepened your feelings. He asked about your interests, your day, and listened attentively as you shared anecdotes and thoughts, his laughter blending with yours in perfect harmony.

As the evening wore on, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle gestures Jungkook made—the way his hand brushed yours accidentally, the playful teasing that brought out your laughter, the way his eyes seemed to linger just a moment longer on yours. Each interaction sent a flutter through your stomach, a mix of excitement and nervousness as you realized that your feelings for him had definitive grown beyond friendship.

The realization that you had developed a crush on Jungkook filled you with a heady mix of emotions. You wondered if he could sense the change in your demeanor, if he could tell that your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled at you, whenever he leaned in closer to hear your words.

As the meal came to a close, Jungkook leaned in a little closer across the table, his voice warm and sincere. “I’m really glad we did this,” he said softly, his gaze locked with yours. “Spending time with you today... it’s been really great.”

His words echoed in your mind, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. You felt a rush of warmth spread through you, a confirmation of the connection you felt with him. In that moment, you realized just how much you valued Jungkook, how much you wanted to continue exploring these newfound feelings.

Before you could respond, Jungkook’s expression softened further, his eyes searching yours with a depth of emotion you hadn’t expected. “You know,” he began, his voice a little hesitant but filled with sincerity, “I... I really enjoy being around you. More than just as friends.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, your own feelings suddenly laid bare. The tension between you melted away, replaced by a shared moment of vulnerability and honesty. You could feel the weight of his words, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

Before the silent could grow into something uncomfortable you replied “I feel the same way, Jungkook,” your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. “I’ve... I’ve liked you for a while now.”

A radiant smile spread across Jungkook’s face, genuine and filled with joy. It was a smile that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of mutual feelings finally expressed. In that simple exchange, the air around you seemed to shimmer with newfound possibilities, the future unfolding with promise.

As the server cleared away the last of the dishes, you both stood up from the table, hands brushing lightly against each other. The evening had become infused with a sense of exhilaration, a shared excitement for what lay ahead.

Walking out of the restaurant together, the city lights casting a soft glow around you, Jungkook gently took your hand in his. His touch was warm and reassuring, sending a tingle of anticipation through you. With a gentle squeeze, he looked at you with a playful yet sincere gaze.

“Do you mind if I ask for one more thing?” Jungkook said softly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness beneath his usual confidence.

You met his gaze, feeling your heart race with anticipation. “What is it?” you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Jungkook took a small step closer, his gaze unwavering as it locked onto yours. “Can I... kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with hope and longing.

Your heart skipped a beat at his request, a rush of exhilaration coursing through you as you felt your own desire mirrored in Jungkook’s eyes. Without hesitation, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a tender kiss that started softly, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened into something more.

There was an immediate spark of electricity as your lips melded together, drawing you into a primal dance of passion. Jungkook’s touch was confident yet tender, his hand sliding into your hair with a gentle pull that brought you closer to him. The taste of his lips against yours was intoxicating, igniting a hunger that intensified with each passing moment.

As the kiss deepened, fueled by the growing intensity of your feelings, Jungkook’s lips moved with increasing fervor against yours. His kisses became more urgent, each one a silent plea for more, a testament to the depth of his desire. His hand found the small of your back, drawing you against his body, the heat between you heightening the sensation.

Your own hands instinctively roamed, finding their way to his shoulders, then to the back of his neck, pulling him closer in a passionate embrace. The connection between you intensified, tongues tangling in a dance that spoke volumes of unspoken longing.

In that moment, the world around you faded into obscurity, lost in the heat and intimacy of the kiss. All that mattered was the electrifying bond between your lips, the mingling of your breaths, and the sensation of Jungkook’s touch against your skin. Inhibitions melted away, leaving only the fire of desire burning fiercely between you.

As the kiss lingered, a rush of emotions swept through both of you—desire and affection. It was more than a physical act; it was a soulful exchange, a declaration of the newfound intimacy between you. When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you met Jungkook’s eyes, both of you silently acknowledging that this kiss had changed everything.

Hand in hand, you continued your walk down the bustling street, the world around you seeming brighter and more vibrant. It was as if the city itself was celebrating the intensity of your shared moment. This kiss had marked a new chapter in your relationship, one filled with promise, passion, and the boundless possibilities of love.

A/N: Please let me know if you liked the story. If you didn’t like the story, I would appreciate your feedback even more so I can work on improving my writing style. Thank you!

[angeryed]

Most heartwarming things about every composer ❤️

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Mendelssohn: the profound respect he had for others

The way he’s so cordial with strangers and even the people he dislikes

Man always remembers his manners and acts cordial as his family has taught him

And on occasions, his bursts of excitement to the point of switching languages highlights his joy to see who his loves

From the 1830's when he was in his 20s: “his excitement was increased so fearfully … that when the family was assembled … he began to talk incoherently in English.”

“His attachment to Mademoiselle Lind’s genius as a singer was unbounded, as was his desire for her success.” About Mendelssohn’s attitude to his wife

The amount of passion letters he wrote may be destroyed, but how his wife described him spoke it all: “He was the only person who brought fulfilment to my spirit, and almost as soon as I found him I lost him again.” ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ the feels bro

Recommended piece: Op. 34 No. 2

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Chopin: his love for family

Despite his disrespect and uncalled for criticism towards other composers, he still cares about his homeland

Even in his deathbed, he asked a soprano to sing the Polish national anthem

And he sent his siblings letters everyday when he was out of town

And through his ‘love’ letters to his friend, Tytus, you can tell he was passionate (;

“You don’t like being kissed. Please allow me to do so today. You have to pay for the dirty dream I had about you last night.” 👀 Chopin to Tytus — his ‘best friend’

We might never know if he actually meant it or if it was social etiquette back then, but the speculation is still there

Recommended pieces: Op. 22

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Liszt: everything about him

this man truly was an underrated jewel in the classical word

He was generous to the point where he went broke from teaching music free of charge and holding charity concerts all the time

People from his and our time both misunderstand him for being a womaniser, but he was more than that

He never disrespected any female composers and even when he criticised by his contemporaries, he always kept his cool and even complimented some of them

When Chopin criticised him for playing his nocturnes the wrong anr demanded an apology, Liszt still continued to admire him

Composer chivalry fr.

Recommended pieces: Totentanz

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Tchaikovsky: his devotion and mellow kindness

He was sweet and shy. Unlike Chopin.

Having only a few close friends and a tightly-knit family, he was fiercely loyal and to whom he loved.

As a gay man in the conservative 19th century Russia, he could only seek solace with his closest friends — his sister being the closest.

When his sister passed, all he could was to dedicate the entire Nutcracker Ballet to her as a part of his self-expression died with her.

And she meant a lot to him. Not only a part of himself was buried, the fact he loved her so much despite his depression and dissatisfaction towards his life, showed how close he was to his family.

Recommended piece: Pas de Deux (it showed his lonely yearning for love in my interpretation; those whimsical melodies and how he missed both sisterly and romantic love)

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Beethoven: man pulled 2015 pranks in the 19th century

Even though he scowled and raged throughout his life, he pulled pranks and laughed when his guests fell for it

He hid behind the door and scared his guests whenever they went through it

Laughing at their annoyed faces, he continued to turn annoyance to offence when he made his friends the butt of his jokes

To further gouge tears from his grumpy little face, he made more short songs solely as jokes about them

Besides being a hopeless romantic who made Fur Elise as a way to diss Elise, he wrote lyrics, “we all agree that you are the biggest ass” when joking about his violinist friend

Beethoven was either a great or absolutely horrible friend to have

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Shostakovich: a genuinely good guy

Every lonely person’s wet dream

Showing up on time, being nice back to everyone who was nice to him alongside living life the normal way despite being a composer, he never raised any aggression tendencies like other composers (take notes Beethoven :/)

Love extended beyond family and friends. He threaded and worded his letters with kindness and manners, especially to those who asked him for advice

Even under his intense stress and anxiety during the Soviet Union’s surveillance, the man loved his family.

And that in itself was impressive.

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Author’s note: I may not have written a recommended piece for all of them because I am not well-versed in most of their pieces yet

Do tell me what composers to do. I am happy to write about them <:

Much feedback is appreciated ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[inkykeiji]

yeah someone having the audacity to call reader but imagine reader having the damn audacity to tell touya-nii "dont answer it!!"

jeeeez anon do u have a death wish!? he’s gonna fuck you all the way into next year if you attempt to insist on such a thing! first of all, he’s growling in your ear, words so caustic his breath burns your skin, you’re in no position to be making demands of him. secondly, who the fuck do you think you are, trying to tell him what to do!? he’s the boss here, never forget that! 

such an order, entirely uncalled for and beyond disrespectful, makes his vision bleed crimson with fury. not only is he pissed off at you for trying to control him, but he’s also extremely upset over the fact that you don’t want him to answer it. it sends his entire mind into overdrive, even as he’s buried balls deep in you—why would you ever not want him to answer and tell whoever’s on the other line to fuck off? who is it? what are you hiding from him? are you embarrassed by him? endless threads of questions tangle into an incomprehensible ball in his mind, his ears ringing with terror and confusion, and oh, he's going to make sure whoever this fucker you don’t want him speaking to knows exactly what you’re doing, and exactly who’s doing it to you.

hips pausing for a moment and pressed flush to your ass, he uses one large palm to keep your face buried in the mattress, hand cupping the crown of your head, fingers splayed out and digging into the sides of your scalp, while his other hand answers the phone. but he doesn’t say anything, merely placing the device right next to your mouth, his motions so swift and smooth your fucked-out mind can barely comprehend what’s happening before he’s ramming into you again, rough and ruthless, quite literally pounding the most vulgar sounds from your chest. they pour from your mouth, thick and sticky with spit, slathered across your phone screen.

and don’t you dare try to snatch your phone up to end the call—he’s got lithe fingers curling around your wrists in an instant, shackling them together in one hand, squeezing them so tight your bones grind and your veins tingle, starved of blood, and pulling your arms taut behind your back, using them as leverage to pull you toward his plunging hips. he’s going to force you to moan and sob and mewl for whoever it is on the other line that you ‘didn’t want him to answer’, and then he’s going to have you return their call, unexpected and unassuming and entirely abruptly sometime in the near future, and force them to listen to you get fucked raw and dumb again. in fact, he might even call them back several times with the same little stunt, just to drive the message home and make sure you truly understand. and then, maybe you’ll think twice about trying to tell him what to do, and they’ll think twice about trying to call you (or answering your returning calls at all).

[mysadcorner]

Hello! can I request being a batsis reader who's age is in middle of Jayson and Tim, wherein they went somewhere wearing high waist short shorts (because it's summer season), along with the boys (Including Bruce) and everyone is being overprotective towards her (as some guys hitting up with her and being catcalled) to the point that they banned her for wearing any short clothes...

Overprotective!Batfam x Reader Headcanons

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Dick Grayson

• Dick would notice what you were wearing straight away, literally nothing gets passed him when it comes to you. He wouldn’t be happy about it, but would like to keep you happy as much as possible so he would only say something if he found it extremely terrible or revealing.

• He knows that in certain situations you can handle yourself, but he wouldn’t like you to. He doesn’t think you should have to fight and stand up for yourself when you’ve got him there to di a much better job with longer lasting effects.

• Dick would try to keep his “nice guy” persona going on for as long as possible while he’s out in public, but even he can only handle so much. If he really starts to feel extreme emotions the mask will slip and he’ll end up causing a lot of damage as a result.

• He finds catcalling itself entirely disrespectful especially if the situation is uncalled for, although he is aware that some people like the attention. For you however, he doesn’t want anything of that sort happening around you and will be strict about it if he thinks it might happen.

• If things like this do happen then he can’t help himself but want to put precautions in place, especially if he can’t be with you everywhere you go. So he puts rules in place and he won’t have any problem with you going out as long as you’d tick to them and do as he says.

Jason Todd

• No matter how old you are Jason will always be there to be protect you, but if you’re younger than him then he’ll definitely be much more protective over you. He’s been furious that someone was behaving in that way towards you, so don’t expect him to be able to control himself when he is already a short fuse waiting to blow up.

• Jason wouldn’t even want to think of you handling yourself against someone making a comment about you out in public. It’s his job to look after you and stop anything bad from happening so you definitely wouldn’t find him trying to do any less, and if that does happen then you’ll never see him more furious with himself.

• It will never matter how many people were around or how well he knew them, Jason would never care about causing a CV scene or being embarrassed. For you this doesn’t matter at all and him dealing with someone is much more important than him caring about meaningless onlookers.

• The idea of anyone being catcalled sparks violence in Jason’s mind as he’s aware of what else people are capable of, but if it’s you being targeted then he’s absolutely furious. He’s unable to hold himself back and will keep whoever did it in their place (it doesn’t matter if it’s a man or woman, they all deserve to be treated the same in these situations).

• Jason keeps revealing clothing to himself and you’ll usually find him covered up when he’s out in public, and he’d usually prefer for you to do the same. Just because he likes to show you off doesn’t mean he wants everyone to see your body - so if you do like revealing clothing he’ll try his best to discourage it.

Tim Drake

• Tim’s first reaction would be a mixture of many feelings, and he wouldn’t really know whether to shout and beat the people up that are catcalling you, or to get quiet revenge later on. Either way he doesn’t want you to end up scared because of the behaviour you’re seeing.

• He doesn’t like the thought of you handling yourself so he wouldn’t even let you be put in that position. He’s basically with you at all times so there’s no need for you to ever need to, and just because you can handle yourself doesn’t mean he’ll allow it.

• Tim always tries to stay calm and collected when he’s out in B public and when others are around, but when he’s with those he’s close to and in private he can really be himself. His vindictive views can come to light and just as long as you aren’t around he’s free to get revenge on those treating you badly.

• Tim is a very sweet guy so he doesn’t really understand why catcalling is even a common thing for anyone to do. He definitely isn’t a supporter of it and will defend anyone from it (but for you it will obviously go to more extreme lengths).

• Tim likes when you wear revealing clothing, but mainly just so long as it’s for him only. He wouldn’t blame you for being catcalled and would be very angry at those who did it, but he also wouldn’t understand why you went out without covering yourself properly - especially if you aren’t walking around the safest areas.

Damian Wayne

• There would be no holding Damian back of her ever saw or heard of this happening to you, he’s too unable of controlling his need to put disgusting people in their rightful place. Whoever catcalled you certainly would be too scared of ever doing it again once he’s finished with them.

• Damian is well aware of how strong he is, and because of this he wouldn’t consider you being able to handle yourself properly. If it was someone who was a villain or criminal that had catcalled you he knows that you probably wouldn’t end up in a good situation so he always wants to be the one there to deal with the situation.

• Being in public never influences Damian to calm down, unless you’re there to ease him out of the manic episode he’s been induced into. He’d butcher and hunt down anyone no matter the time of day or whose around in order to sort out what they’ve just done.

• By itself Damian thinks catcalling is very distasteful and rude no matter who it is doing it and who it’s directed at. Plus, the living situation he’s had taught him not to put up with this type of behaviour so he certainly wouldn’t be able to tolerate it from anyone he’s around.

• Damian doesn’t like revealing clothing on you at all and he thinks that it’s a stupid way to dress considering how dangerous the city is. If you’re going to go out you could at least put in some precautions of making yourself less noticeable, or at least that’s what he wants you to do as he does this as well to prevent drawing attention.

Bruce Wayne

• You being catcalled would force Bruce to fight his own inner demons regarding water to do with the person that catcalled you. No matter how meaningless or severe it was he’d still have a hard time dealing with it.

• Bruce would be okay with the thought of you handling yourself in that situation just as long as he got to serve his own form of justice too. This would usually consist of a longer lasting punishment and reminder of how not to treat people like you.

• Being in public definitely influences Bruce as he has an image to uphold and facade to keep up, but when he’s in his vigilante form his much free to do as he pleases. It’s at night and during the hours of justice serving that he gets back at whoever treated you in such a way.

• Bruce can never agree with catcalling no matter how minor, to him it will always represent what a person is really like. Things like catcalling typically happen more in certain areas so he’ll certainly try to keep you away from there to the best of his ability.

• Even the slightest bit of skin being revealed would be something that Bruce likes to keep reserved for in private or events where he gets to show you off in a restricted setting (like a part of his where the people invited are only those he knows personally). He doesn’t like the idea of others looking at you in such a way, especially when he knows that their intentions are terrible in some cases.

[destinyc1020]

Finally watched the bachelorette finale.. why am i shocked that the Pete Davidson lookalike love bombed her n then broke up with her 🙃 so many issies with this season:

- why did they only have 2 asian men the whole season? 1 being more worried about the male drama then the relationship he had with her

- the Jack lookalike having the audacity to mention Maria then Devin started following her right afte he broke up with Jenn 😒 we get it, sum of yall wanted Maria. For sum of the contestants to mention a white contestant when yr a whole LEAD of a franchise, disrespextful af. And even more awkward cuz i dnt think Jenn n Maria are even friends anymore. And even if Maria was the lead i still think a lot of these men wuldv fucked it up with her

-The whole Devin situation... was he acting the whole time? So sad

-They shuldve given Jenn a choice to watch the proposal and made Devin watch it. She said "do i have a choice?" and no, she didnt. How sadistic of the producers.

-Nt Jenn related bt the way they annouced Grant was the lead was lame. Shuldv been announced live where we can hear ppl cheer for him instead of it being in a prerecorded video.

Girl! All of this!! 👏🏾

I agree with everything you said.

Girl, I thought the same thing. You're telling me that they couldn't find any eligible Asian men? 🥴 There was a really cute one on someone's season prior. I think his name was John. I just can't recall who's season it was. 😭

Ugh I'm so sick and tired of all the guys wanting Daisy and Maria. 🙄 I'm actually shocked ABC didn't make Maria the next Bachelorette, but maybe they saw greater potential with her for BIP. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Either way, it was disrespectful as idk what of Sam to tell Jenn on a national radio show that he was actually thinking the Bachelorette was going to be Daisy or Maria. See, this is the problem with ABC. They just build a cast, but don't tell them who the lead will be until it's way late. 🙄 That's not fair to woc imo. It also isn't fair just in general because you don't know if the person was really there for you.

I clocked Devin early on. I never liked him for Jenn. I was starting to warm up to him towards the end, only because he seemed like he was so into Jenn, which was smthg that was refreshing compared to indecisive Marcus 🙄. But still, he wasn't my first pick. And sure enough, my gut was right! Always go with your gut ladies!! It almost never fails you. My top two picks were Grant and Jonathan. Why Jenn chose such homely-looking, and indecisive men when she had both fiiiine Jonathan and Grant (who were seriously into her btw) standing RIGHT THERE is totally beyond me. 😒

I agree. They should have aired the proposal and the show the whole way through, and THEN brought Jenn out to explain what happened AFTER the show ended. The way they just kept her on stage and had the camera on her the entire time while she's crying and re-living her pain on air, LIVE, for all of America to see, was just sadistic and very low of ABC. 😠 That was uncalled for.

I thought his phone call to his mom was cute 🥰, but I agree, I would have preferred to have heard the live reaction from the audience. But hey, they said they already had the most applicants for a bachelor ever soooo rofl 🤣 😂

[joaquinwhorres]

Where to begin.

I'm still blocked from @randomestfandoms / @randomestfandoms-ocs so I cannot reblog their post and reply in direct response. Instead, I have this and a vague hope it gets back to them.

If you would like to read the post that this is in response to, you can find it here.

If you would like to read some context for what prompted their post, you can find it here & here.

Maddie, this apology attempt should have stayed in the drafts until you were able to say what you needed to say succinctly and clearly. You shouldn't have to post an outline at the beginning in hopes it'll help people follow. This kind of stream-of-consciousness word spill would be appropriate if it came directly after the backlash and call outs, but it's been six months and this doesn't cut it. Not only does it seem like you needed more time for the writing quality, but you also don't seem to have fully accepted accountability for your actions, and that's why this apology, all 5.7K words is meaningless to me. Because let's be clear: an apology without accountability is worthless.

Here is what you still need to take accountability for:

1. Weaponizing your mental health struggles when people attempt to address their concerns with you.

2. Gatekeeping ideas and fcs

3. Speaking downright disrespectfully of a passed creator.

4. Betraying your friends and other creators by creating an alternate persona

5. Betraying your friends and other creators by taking their ideas and being unwilling to speak about their concerns and change your OCs.

5. Creating an environment within the OC community where people were so on edge that you might be back they don't trust new creators who show up. One person even left Tumblr. The distrust you've cultivated is so deep I'm still not sure if that creator was who they said they were or if they were you or Emily.

This is what we need you to take responsibility for. Not just being "inconsiderate, stubborn, and prideful." You need to name your actions, why they were wrong, and what you're going to do about it.

Your post phrased yourself as a victim, but you are not the victim here Maddie. Here are specific passages that I found disrespectful:

I would feel attacked and get my backup…it wasn't fair of me to base my accountability and courtesy on the criteria of how nicely someone who probably felt defensive and hurt in their own right approached me about it.

Here you spend more time defending yourself and explaining why you thought your actions were right than actually apologizing and recognizing why people came to you.

You spend another paragraph painting yourself as in a bad place and a victim with a throwaway line that it doesn't justify your actions. This goes directly into weaponizing your mental health again. If it doesn't help the apology and heal the hurt, leave it out.

You mention that people you "considered among [your] best friends" sent you hurtful messages and that you were hurt, and this is the third paragraph in which you claim to be the victim who was more hurt by being called out than sorry for what you did. Maybe think about how your best friends hurt when they discovered your actions?

The very next paragraph you state that this backlash was undeserved and hurtful. It was not a single argument with a friend. It was years of the same behaviors coming out. If you checked my receipts post you'd see how many times people came to you with the same issues only to be ignored or dismissed. This argument was the straw that broke the camels back. It was not overblown.

"I still believe that it was entirely uncalled for that people who I’d never once talked to were jumping on this bandwagon and making statements as if they were involved."

I understand this feeling. I think this may be one of your best points. But as someone who you never spoke to, I didn't have a relationship with you and was in a position to look objectively at the behaviors people were concerned about, compile receipts, and bring it to light. When you're detached from an issue you can call it for what it is, so long as you did the research. And I did my research. I checked back logs, I gathered receipts, I spoke to the people. I did not just jump in. I took time to compile my thoughts on the issue.

"I’m not looking to deflect blame for the hurt that I caused, but quite frankly I was not the only person who reacted badly during that time period and I’m not looking to pretend that I wasn’t incredibly hurt by other people’s actions as well."

This directly deflects blame. I can't even believe you wrote this unironically.

In the paragraph after you mention your mental health again.

When you talk about identifying problems and making a change, this section is fundamentally flawed because you have not accurately identified the problems. You addressed the problems you could admit to, but not all of the ways that you caused hurt.

No one had an issue with your giveaways? We had an issue with you "giving away" stuff to yourself and claiming to be different people. This point attempts to paint you as someone who was really kind and generous and just wanted people to like them, but that doesn't excuse or even explain your behavior.

Limiting your posting is great because I know that people could be overwhelmed by tag lists, but this seems more for yourself than others. It doesn't change your behavior, but removing people from tag lists when they asked to be removed could.

Limiting my availability is again a healthy option, but one that helps you. Not the community.

The irony of you stating that scrapping OCs should be at the top of the list but putting it as #4 is not lost on me, and I hope it's not lost on others as well. It's also insane to me that the reason you give for scrapping these OCs is LOSING INSPIRATION/INTEREST not the fact that some of your OCs were ridiculously similar to other people's and made them. A major and frankly insulting deflection.

Putting the onus on the people you have hurt to reach out to you is shameful. Really. If you know you hurt someone, you reach out to them. If they don't want to respond, don't push them, but geeze. If you know you did wrong, own up to it and apologize. Right now it looks like you're just trying to see how much you can get away with/putting yourself in the position of defense rather than going to people in vulnerability. You're avoiding accountability, and I'm over it. I hope others are too.

Making this "one and done" post as opposed to engaging in discourse about your actions shows that you haven't learned anything and aren't willing to change. You avoided discussions about your actions before, and by pushing it into dms you're eliminating transparency and re-creating the circumstances that allowed your actions to go unchecked for so long. This is unacceptable.

I know you probably consider me to be a "third party", and you know what, fair. But your actions have not just hurt individuals but the entire community. The whole OC community was shaken by your actions.

And until you're ready to reconcile with that, then I don't want you back.

[super-hero-confessions]

I think a better ending for Steve Rogers would have been...

Him living with Sharon at the beginning of Infinity wars like initially planned, with her getting dusted and him reasonably being distraught about losing her and his friends.

He could still go back for just the dance with Peggy, but instead of staying, he sits down with her to have a discussion about their lives and families: his found one and the life he was making with the woman he'd come to love in the future, and her husband and kids that she was happy to have and be with in the past. Maybe even with them subtly teasing about their missed chance and perhaps getting a turn for it to work out in a different universe or lifetime, but not this one, because they were happy with they way their lives turned out.

The discussion could end with him asking for her blessing to be with Sharon, and admitting that the woman he now loves is her niece, and that he never got to talk to her about it but that he really does care for her. Peggy would happily give her blessing, maybe surprised but glad he'd found happiness and was making someone she would come to love just as happy as her own husband made her. Then giving him shovel talk to protect her niece or else.

That way, they would have shown both of them getting definitive closure to move on with their lives, while honoring the development of all three characters and the arcs they had been leading, along with the goals they had.

It seems misplaced and kind of messed up that Steve would forget about the woman he'd been actively pursuing and had a solid chance with, an entire whole human being person, just to jump at being with someone that he had missed his chance with but had also moved on with her life, told him to move on with his, and that she had been happy and only wanted the same for him.

It feels incredibly disrespectful to every character involved that he just disregards everything she discussed with him while she was older, ignores that she had a family of her own, treats her niece terribly by pursuing her and then 'changing his mind' as if women are interchangeable, and that Peggy would be okay with all of this and want to be with him after the fact, assuming he told her. And if he didn't, then that just makes him an even bigger jerk.

This ending wasn't thought out at all, especially with the previous narratives in place and the initial plans that they kept changing just to meet the expectations of extremely toxic fandom misogyny, and the people who hated Sharon Carter just for existing, when she'd done nothing wrong, and neither had Steve in pursuing her romantically.

It gets worse because the way fans treated Emily VanCamp in turn, over fictional characters sex lives no less, was just awful and so messed up and uncalled for.

This ending was based off a fan theory, and meant to be 'fan service', but fan fiction is free and shouldn't be affecting canon, nor should people be made to pay for writing so lazy, ideas are directly stolen from fandom, fan theories, or fan fiction, whether some like it or not.

Steve wouldn't have forgotten Sharon or treated her like that. Peggy wouldn't have wanted him to forget her precious baby niece who she would have loved and cherished far more than a missed chance at romance, especially when she had moved on and lived her life.

The ending we should have gotten for Steve, Peggy, and Sharon would have been best if the above mentioned or something similar were done, finishing off with Steve coming back to the present and getting down on one knee when he finally sees Sharon again. You know why. And he'd still be ready and able to toss the shield over to Sam, still working to help his friends behind the scenes, and Evans could still leave with the door open for new stories that don't focus on Steve but keep his character and message consistent, with a chance for cameos even.

Plus the opportunity for an Agent 13 movie that could have even included her great aunt who would have inspired and encouraged her.

Instead, fans were made to pay for a poor, no thought, cop out fan fiction theory, stolen directly from fan discourse on Reddit. And Steve got turned into Joe Biden, which no one asked for nor deserved to have injected into their brains.

The fans of Peggy, 'Steggy', and even other ships, who collectively bullied Emily for playing Sharon, contemplating getting her to commit suicide, a real life human being, just to get the 'character' written out! The same fans that relentlessly went after the fans of Sharon with the same if not worse attitude, were rewarded for terrible misbehavior that Disney should have worked to shut down before it could begin, not fuel the hate train by encouraging and promoting the actress who started and practically campaigned on it.

After claiming she'd play Sharon, and that if she did, it would be 'true love'. But if she doesn't play Sharon, then and only then is it 'disgusting' and 'disrespectful' and 'incestuous'.

It was never any of those things...

But those were her words, pulled from her interviews. Because apparently, Sharon was only worth something if 'Hayley Atwell' was the one playing her.

It take two seconds to verify what she did, the things she said, how long she did it for (several years following the casting of Emily), and how often (almost every interview).

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

She hurt real people, caused real pain and cyberbullying so bad, Emily did interviews on how much hate she was getting, and it still didn't stop. Human lives were held in the balance and I'm sorry if people find being told the truth 'annoying' but a life should never be worth less than a fictional story, entertainment, or self gratification, to anyone, for any reason.

And it is a very different animal when the actions of fictional characters, or storyline decisions, start to spill into real life and affect real people, as opposed to fictional people.

Maybe I'm in the minority, maybe I always will be. But what I see is something wrong being made out to be something right, and if Captain America taught me anything, it wasn't to bully others or accept them getting bullied.

So I throb with righteousness for Sharon Carter, Emily VanCamp, and the fans who got the short stick for no reason. She deserves nothing but love and justice for everything that happened.

"You move."

[bee-the-whovian]

My thoughts on "The Artful Dodger"

1st, I haven't read Oliver Twist or know anything about the story except the very surface level.

2nd, this isn't going to be HEAVY spoilers, but also not spoiler free so if you are wary... ok

So I just finished it, 3 sittings or so to get through 8 episodes. I was *iffy* after the first but each subsequent episode I did get more invested.

The Good:

The vibes are good. Victorian Era Australia, very nice. Medical drama, Crime/heist show, bit of a romance

Thomas Brody-Sangster is a gem (he's the reason I watched it in the first place, sue me. I have a thing, ok?)

Jack and Fagin's relationship is very interesting

As is Belle and Jack's dynamic

They are actually very cute on several occasions

I thought the story issue from the first episode was going to be the entire plot and it wasn't and the show was so much better for it. TIME PASSED and that's so important for character growth

All of the characters were good or pretty good in their developedness, even/especially the side characters. I understood nearly everyone and they feel like people and I understand their motivations, which is quite the task for a show with this size supporting cast

Good through line story without feeling like "this is a very long movie." Each episode was its own story, but they did all tie together well

The foreshadowing about Belle was well done

The... something

The gore is a lot so if you have gore issues, definitely not the show for you. It didn't bother me since it was plot-relevant. Victorian surgery, yes it's a bloody mess. It wasn't slasher movie gory. But if you're messed up by any blood, period. Yeah not it fam.

I don't know much about Oliver Twist, as I said, but I do know he was the protagonist of the original book. I intend to go and read it. In any case, pretty sure this was a disservice to him. In a few ways. You can have a story that focuses on a former antagonist, and show their redemption without making their former adversary an idiot or worse.

The costuming was kinda strange. The gentleman looked really nice most of the time, but varied, (Jack was a whole vibe, and I liked Fagin too with his fun patterns) but the lasses were weirdly distracting. I liked some of Belle's dresses but a good few looked like costumes. They looked fake. Outrageous colors and patterns. The colors, ok, maybe, but a lot of the patterns were just, lol, no. Fanny... her costumes seemed relatively era-appropriate, from what I know, but them being so gaudy on purpose... thanks, I hate it. Insert the same for that one suitor and for Oliver Twist. That collar the mother always had... oof.

Its streaming on Hulu only so if you don't have Hulu, you're up a creek. I've got access through a friend, with ads, and the ads along with my initial misgivings made me almost give it up.

The music is fine. Not bad. But nothing stand out. I read something about Australian rock and... cool. The music sure is there. I'm willing to give it another go, but good music makes a name and I just didn't feel anything here

A couple episodes end in the middle or right before something crazy happens, and the next episode just cuts to later and... ok I might have liked to see that, at least a bit (notable, Red in the cemetery)

The Bad

As most television has now-a-days, quite a bit of language and innuendo. Sometimes it's tolerable, sometimes it's completely uncalled for.

2 scenes I had to skip through, one very bad (episode 3? I think)... at least the main characters waited until... no, no it was just bad, and took away some of the importance of their conversation in the previous episode. The "not just the last in a long line" thing. It felt pandering and disrespectful to Belle as a character, and to the audience... well, me. I know the creators know there is an audience for that, which is a problem in itself.

The feminism was... weird. Fanny and Belle are talking and it's just... they are not from the same century. Their dialogue is a Frankenstein of two wildly different scripts. There is nothing wrong with women who fight for things but the way they show us in ep 1 that "look Belle is a strong woman" felt so gross and hamfisted. The misogyny was pretty heavy-handed too, not that I believe it's far from realistic for that time (people are the worst and have been for a long time) it was also very weirdly implemented.

Everyone was cheating. All over the place. Not one health relationship in the whole show. Just... rough. Also, very few if any of the characters are good or nice people. They have their moments (Belle is actually not terrible past the 1st episode and Jack is pretty inconsistent, which when it comes to wibbly morality is actually a blessing rather than a curse) but in general, yeah not really any straight up role models. Is that too much to ask? Character don't need to be perfect, in fact they shouldn't. They'd be rubbish characters. But having clear cut flaws and labeling them as flaws is important. I think the best arc in the show is actually Fagin (not to say Belle's and Jack's are useless, they're just not GREAT. I actually also liked what seemed to be a bit of an arc for the governor... it had a bit of hope.)

The depiction of religion was upsetting, though not surprising par for the course. It was catholicism so... ok, understandable, but the frequency of faith being the butt of a joke irked me

So, overall....

There is enough ill in here that if I knew what I was getting into, personally, I might have skipped it. I know my triggers and issues and this isn't great. But, since I did watch it, I will acknowledge it's good parts. I am glad I watched it. I'll probably watch a 2nd season if it comes out since I'm already invested in these characters. But at the same time, I wouldn't recommend it to friends without heavy warnings. I have plenty of friends who would deal fine with this content, but personally... it's a very caveoted recommendation, if that. More of a, I watched it and it won't kill ya or anything. There is stuff to enjoy. But bad stuff up to your ankles to wade through, too.

Thanks for reading all that if ya did. Cheers.

[ddaewng]

Jenni’s comment was very rude don’t get me wrong and I believe Brazil’s players and Brazil as a whole are definitely owned an apology. But i think it’s unfair not to acknowledge some of the actions towards Spanish players during the game.

Sorry it seems talking shit was not the correct phrasing for my intentions! Upon reflection it wasn’t the correct or polite attitude I should’ve used towards you.

My point is Spain wasn’t the only antagonist. I think it’s fair to acknowledge that. And one Spanish player being disrespectful doesn’t suddenly mean that Europeans can’t stand South Americans. I don’t think that you should generalise. I’m not disregarding your agreement on how some of the backlash against Jenni was entirely uncalled for, and I’m not stating that you’re being really hateful - sorry my wording was unclear and it’s been misinterpreted. That’s on me. But above is the point I want to make

No problem, I get it! And you mentioning that you really misinterpreted it is very important. Thank you.

I believe that the provocations on the pitch were things that normally happen in any game between rivals - especially here in Brazil. I also understand that many people don't like it, they don't have to. It's just that many comments cross the line and say that a karma wave is coming to Brazil (?)

If you think I generalized in my comment, that's fine and I think I should have phrased it better. Basically - it's not the first time that a European team has played against a non-European team and they say (not specifically the players) that it was a dirty game, it wasn't football and so on… not to mention that South American football is also treated as "inferior" to European football by many, that's why her comment was so badly received by many. however, it's already crossing the line and even I can't stand it anymore.

I've received very few questions about this and they've all been very rude, thank you for being respectful and I do understand your point 🙏🏻

[thesecrethunt]

Cut another ex-friend off last weekend. Very glad I did. He was an emotional vampire. If he’s not ranting about constant drama in his life, or talking mad shit about someone, or victimizing himself, he would go out of his way to find threads that make him mad on Twitter and link it in the group chat so he could rant about it.

Last weekend he did it again: Something about Billie Eilish saying something about body shaming. I don’t remember what was said, I only remember it being really stupid.

He went on this entire rant about how she was a stupid bitch and a spoiled brat and other lowkey misogynistic stuff.

I told him he was being unreasonably angry and that he should stop interacting with Twitter outrage porn.

He started cussing me out and giving me all of this shit about how I was “invalidating him and gaslighting” him and “clearly been holding this in for a while”. 🙄 I was so done and exhausted by him at that point. While he was sending me 5 paragraph long rants full of cussing and self pity to my two sentence responses, I didn’t even read all of it. It was just nothing but spite and nastiness and uncalled for insults. I just sat back and was thinking to myself like “Do I even like being around this asshole anymore? When was the last time he added to my peace instead of take away from it? I have been nothing but kind to him, but he seems perfectly comfortable throwing all this shit at my feet.”

I just let him cry and shit himself in the chat until he was done. Then, I just told him “You know what? You’re right. I completely invalidated your feelings, and I’m sorry. But the last time someone tried to mischaracterize me as some manipulative, hateful harpy, it ended up pretty terribly for me. So, it’s been nice, but I need to protect my peace.”

Then I cut him off and blocked him.

It was clear by the way he was so comfortable spitting all that vitriol my way that he didn’t think I would cut him off like nothing. People are always shocked when I leave them where they disrespected me the first time. You show me single a red flag and I will show you the door.

He was one of those “everybody always leaves me” people too. Draining to be around.

I have felt nothing but relief after leaving him behind.

The funny thing was, this happened literally a couple days after I began a weekend-long spell ritual for spiritual growth and healing.

Guess he wasn’t conductive to my growth 🤷🏽‍♀️

I got a video on my fyp the next day that said

“When you choose peace, it comes with a lot of goodbyes.”

He was one of the last from that friend group I left because of [redacted]. And I lowkey knew I would eventually have to let him go. He was seeing therapy so I was hoping he would start being better about it, but the second he turned that nastiness and anger toward me, I was done lmao. Because staying after that just teaches them that they can disrespect and say anything they want to you, and fear no consequence.

I genuinely hope all the vitriol he spewed over a Twitter thread was worth my friendship. Because that was what it cost him. And given he’s been losing friends left and right over shit like this, I hope he will learn from it.

But it’s more likely he won’t. He will just play victim like he always does.

[xythlia]

Also, let me just catch up with you rq! I remembered that I completely forgot to congratulate you on your birthday, so happy belated birthday I guess 😭❤️ Uni has been kicking my ass, especially the commute between my home city, the city I study in and the city where I am working on my doctor‘s study/thesis 🥲 Idek if I have ever told you, but last year me and a few other students were sent to the other end of the state to continue our education in another hospital there. All those years before I was living with my parents and just commuted to Uni (which is in the city where I am working on my thesis rn), but that was not possible anymore. Luckily I got an apartment in the student dorms there (which belong to an entirely different uni, but they were kind enough to offer us rooms as well), but it was so fucking bad. Not the apartment itself, mind you, just the rest. My student dorm was basically at the other end of the city, I had no car, and the buses drove 2x per hour and would often not come at all. There is no direct connection between the dorm and the hospital, so you have to take the bus to the inner city and then take another bus there. I had to walk to the hospital more times than I can count, and that‘s a 5km walk, so you can imagine how I arrived to my lectures. I had courses and training the entire day, and would often arrive at like 7pm in the evening, completely exhausted. Add onto that that it was winter (🫠), so the days were short, cold, and the weather was unpredictable, and I had to cook and keep up the apartment + the commute to my home and thesis city. The people there were SO unkind, some didn’t even greet me and would not even wait a few seconds to keep the door open for me, even though they could see I was carrying a big pack of water bottles. I was blogging from the trenches back then 😭 I applied for the other student dorm in the inner city, right next to the bus stop for the bus to the hospital, since all my friends live there, and to combat the loneliness I had experienced during the winter. They approved, and I moved in at the end of March/beginning of April. It’s sooo much better here, the people are kind (we even have a chat group on WhatsApp), the apartment is smaller and has an objectively better atmosphere, and I save so much time now. I also managed to get closer to my friends and actually go out with them/ invite them over for coffee.

On a more positive note, my friend and I managed to get tickets for Hozier in December 🎉 I told my BFF, because we discovered Hozier back in school together and have always promised each other that one day we will go to one of his concerts together, and she and her roommate (who also went to school with us) managed to get tickets as well, sooo we’re making the whole thing into a vacation 🫶🏻 (for clarification: My BFF lives in the same state as I do, just in a different city and often has to commute to Berlin for her studies/work since the program she’s enrolled in is a so-called ‘Duales Studium’, a concept that is, I think, exclusive to Germany. We rarely get to see each other, but we text almost every day.)

I currently just want to finish the exam season so I can have my two weeks of peace in Bosnia in August 🤘🏻

I think those were all the big updates on my life 😄 I should make more of my own posts so I can keep people updated in real time, just like you do 😵‍💫 I am so sorry for the way your bf’s mom treated you, that was so disrespectful and uncalled for. I also feel sorry for your bf for having to apologize for her actions. People who have no filter and no shame are the absolute worst 🫠. I hope her words didn’t hurt you too much, and that I am proud of you for getting to a weight where you are happy and content with yourself ❤️

omg anesa <333 ty for the belated hbd but im sorry schools been kicking u around that commute sounds so bad oml especially w rude ppl to deal with on top of it. its really good tho u were able to transfer somewhere way better and reconnect with ur friends! & OMG U GOT HOZIER TICKETS?? a lil concert vacation sounds so fun i hope u guys have an awesome time!!! ^⁠_⁠^

ahskahdsk my bfs mom is absolutely certifiable so it doesn't bother me too bad (and tysm for being proud too of my happy weight! being in recovery has been the best choice i ever made for myself) i felt so bad for my bf & his dad too it was like damn spending basically ur whole lives dealing with someone else's crazy behavior & constantly apologizing for it just sucks so much. But that's probably why he became a therapist lmao

[juminly]

Ruminations of A Dreamer Part V - (Victor x F!Reader) Squinting at the combinations of runes before him, Viktor's mind was racing at all the possibilities he has thought of, attempting to find those he has not figured out yet. Was everything as mechanical and methodical as he always thought them to be? In science, definitely. In magic, not entirely. Patterns always did exist, whether they may be logical, each step being traced with an ease of some kind and others, irrational, no thread of reason tying the different pieces together. The dichotomy exhibited by science and magic was like that of humans. It was easy to understand them but also not. They are predictable yet were capable of deviations, and those deviations were akin to mutations that were unseen and uncalled for. Such as the ones Viktor felt brewing within him... The emotions that he- "Viktor?" Your voice was gentle, right by his ear. If it weren't for the feeling of your form looming over him, he would've thought that it was a product of his imagination. His body jolting upwards, his back that had been slouched over his desk now straightening with the surprise of your presence. "I'm sorry!" You shot him a sheepish smile, your fingers carding through the soft strands of your hair, bringing his eyes to the rings adorning your slender fingers. "I didn't mean to startle you. I knocked several times and I called your name too but you couldn't hear me. It really wasn't my intention to bother you." "Nonsense. I am always delighted to have you here, Miss." Viktor shook his head, reaching for his cane and grunted as he pushed himself up. It would be disrespectful if he spoke to you while he was seated and you remained standing. "To what do I owe the honour, Miss? Please, have a seat." He ushered to the other chair in his lab, one that he asked one of your maids to provide him with, following your more frequent visits to him. He couldn't have you sitting on an uncomfortable stool. "Thank you, Viktor but I won't be here for long." You swallowed loudly, your hands dropping from your hair, down to your center of gravity, where they twiddled in inconsistent circles. Your eyes that were directed to the floor suddenly shot up and bore into him, a moment of realization hitting you. "Why won't you call me by my name, Viktor?" "It is not my place, Miss. I wouldn't want to over-" "I am asking you to call me by my name, Viktor. Are we not friends by now?" The way your question lingered wantingly in the air pulled on Viktor's heartstrings. When has he ever met anyone who wanted his companionship... his friendship? It was true. Over the course of the past few days, he had finally come to understand that the two of you have become friends. "Of course we are, M-..." He stopped before continuing the word, pursing his lips in a smile when he saw you raise your eyebrows at him. "You are my friend, Y/N." Your name pronounced with that unique accent of his. Ah, the way you beamed at him when he said your name. He couldn't count on his fingers how many times he'd seen you smile, being the cheerful person that you were, yet this time, it was different. You were radiant and so much brighter than you usually were. "Well then, my friend." Emphasizing on the word with a lilt, followed by a bubbly giggle, you bit your lower lip, your fingers reaching back up to twist around the ends of your tresses. "It would be my pleasure if you could join me for dinner, this evening." If you had spoken any softer, he wouldn't have been able to catch your words. Dinner with you? It was not what he had expected, not sure what he was even expecting yet, the thought of conversing with you in a place other than the confines of his lab pleased him so. "If you would like to have me there, then I'll be more than glad to do so, Y/N." "Great. Dinner will be at 7:30 pm. See you, Viktor~" The peppy lilt in your voice was a charming complement to the burst of excitement you exuded and failed to contain. Your expressions were too readable, your heart right on your sleeve, just adding more to

the allure of the person you were in his eyes. "I will see you at dinner, Y/N." Viktor hoped that he was able to convey how he truly was looking forward to spending time with you. When has anyone looked at him beyond the lonely child, boy, man who dedicated his life to nothing but inventions and science? Till you. –♥– Taglist: @theweebrises <3 Series Masterlist

[wrenfea]

I'm seeing people defend Chris Rock saying that the joke wasn't even that bad and that Will Smith's reaction was uncalled for, but literally the guy embarrassed his wife on national TV.

Will Smith has been the closest one to his wife's pain and anguish. Even if she doesn't show it on the outside, having a chronic illness takes a toll on your feeling of self worth. Others who can't understand that pain joking about it (ON NATIONAL TV) are disgusting and disrespectful. He should have at the very least asked her if it was an okay subject to poke fun at beforehand.

I have a chronic illness and if someone tried to make fun of me in front of my friends, family, and colleagues, let alone the entire world, you can bet the ones who've sat with me as I cried would be beating that someone up. Someone using humor to cope with their own pain is one thing, but laughing at someone else's pain is off limits.

Maybe Will Smith shouldn't've actually went up there and punched him, but from what I saw it didn't cause any damage, mostly just embarrassment. And Chris deserved to feel embarrassed for his actions.

Honestly I think this isn't the first time Chris has joked about this considering the severity of the reaction. Hopefully this deters him and others from doing this in the future.

[noa-ciharu]

TOP 5 most bastard CLAMP characters 😈

Bastards!!!

First we have a honorable mention:

6) Mihara Ichiro (Angelic Layer + Chobits)

I've forgot most of what he did except for being a freak (degradetory). I mean look at this, it's like you put TB Seishirou on crack and made him straight or something. Dude failed the vibe check seriously.

5) Kyle and Fei Wang (TRC)

Look, Fei Wang is some sort of reincarnation of Clow Reed so he has to make it to the list. Kyle is only straight in series and he lacks the swag. Plus look what he's doing to Sakura. Disrespectful, mean, uncalled for. Also they're partly responsible for fucking up everything that went wrong in TRC so... they lack the swag so it's unforgivable.

4) Fuuma (X)

Now we're at bastard (affectionately) zone. Yes this pic is chosen on purpose, it's for horny purposes. If he's hot it's his right to kill and be horny so everything antichrist Fuuma did is forgivable.

Only natural this bastard (affectionately and degradetory) comes next:

3) Seishirou (apparently in every series he appears)

I thinks pic explains everything. Evil bastard 😎 triangle man with hand fetish and 10 gold medals at mental gymnastic Olympics.

2) Taishakuten and his third eye (RG veda)

Wow that art is gorgeous and - wait there's lower part of body?? Oh nevermind. Ashura said 'eat me out' and dude took it seriously. Then fucked up entire universe for next 300 years bc fate. It's forgivable because he doesn't own a shirt, thank you king for unnecessary Shakespearean tragedies and fanservice. It'll be even more forgivable if you told me which shampoo you use bc damn is that hair beautiful

1) He whose name must not be spoken (fucked up all universes :<)

Look, I can go on for hours how he hit mid age crisis and decided to make it everyone's problem but?? HOW DID HE PULL YUUKO???? I NEED TO KNOW

How did he get this??? HOW??? Subaru is gay af in that pic for staring at the camera and not Yuuko but that ain't anything new

And not only did he pull Yuuko, but apperently his reincarnation pulled off this woman:

How???

Ik Fei Wang and Xing Huo arent a thing and she betrayed him, but it's unforgivable he's chilling with beautiful woman. Also Eriol, that man's another reincarnation, is probably hanging out with some beautiful women too, or bothering Sakura/Syaoran. Also I remember some weird thing with Yue so why are all beautiful people drawn towards that guy I have no clue ;-;

Ultimate bastard (degradetory)