#ps i didnt proof this

[b1mbodoll]

gabi 😭😭😭 i’m trying to do an assignment and im being plagued by horny thoughts 💔

i jus can’t get the idea of being used for pleasure at random outta my head :p a pretty cock grinding against my cheek while i’m reading, humping my thigh while i cook dinner, shoved down my throat as i sleep 🤭 idk!!! i’m needy and bored and sick of religion 😭 need a pretty boy and/or girl to distract me !!

love, 🔗

pairings: ningning, yang jungwon x f! reader

warnings: g!p + oral + somnophilia + freeuse + facials + breathplay + titfucking + thighfucking

💌: i apologize for takin a while to reply to this, i love u pls forgive me

mommy ningning spoils you with her cock n trains you to be her perfect little princess, gladly taking whatever she chooses to give you. her favorite thing is usin you while you’re cookin dinner or cleaning around the house bc you so pretty with ur cute lil apron or with a feather duster in hand, dressed in the sluttiest lil maid outfit she’s seen n bein ningning’s perfect little housewife 🎀 your outfits make you look delicious n she has to have you right then n there, bends you over the kitchen counter n groans when she realizes ur not wearing any panties, grinding her length against your cunt n leaking precum, pressing delicate kisses along your back before splitting you open. if she catches you wearin ur skimpy maid outfit, she’s filthier; forces her cock inside your mouth n makes you gag harshly every time the tip hits the back of your throat, even going as far as to pinch your nose, leaving you no choice but to choke and sputter when she cums, flooding your mouth with thick, copious amounts of cum. sometimes she’ll even be content with just fucking your tits, pressing them together and working her dick between them, calling you degrading names while simultaneously praising you for taking it like a good girl. ningning’s completely obsessed with how ditzy you get after she cums on your face, peering up at her with love in those lil cockdrunk eyes of yours, smiling so innocently like you didnt just get used like a fuckdoll.

jungwon is just an eager little thing all the time and is in love with the fact that you’re like his personal cumdump. you gave him full permission to use you whenever he wants and he’s so thankful, making sure to fuck you nice n good to repay you for trusting him. whether you’re asleep or just sittin pretty on the couch, he has his way with you; slotting his cock between your thighs in the middle of the night, grunting quietly and breathing heavily as he cums, making a sticky mess of your legs and bedsheets. but he’ll clean you up, don’t worry! moves to lay between your legs and uses his fingers to fuck his cum back inside your empty little pussy, enamored by your sweet sleepy whines n moans. won’s also a fan of cumming on your pretty face <3 when you’re doin your makeup n gettin dolled up, fully expect him to force you to your knees n grind his cock against your face, dribbling precum from his slit and using his tip to spread it around. jungwon won’t even use your mouth, he’s more into makin a mess of you, cursing when you cup his balls n he cums almost immediately, dirtying up your pretty face with creamy globs of his seed. he likes that every time, without fail, you use your fingers to collect his cum before slipping them in your mouth and moaning at the taste.

[skeelly]

we yelled at my little brother to get out cause he said something inappropriate and he started getting sturdy.

[bulletproofscales]

Hey there, hope you’re well! Love your work, it’s amazing. Hope you don’t mind me asking, but was really interested in how you started writing BTS wg fics and which member of youe favourite to write about? always love your work and excited for whatever comes next :)

omg hiii!! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ first of all, thank you soso much for the support?!!?!? it always makes me happy to see likes/reblogs/ao3 comments from blogs i recognize (ಥ﹏ಥ) and this ask,,, youre making my day.

i got inot a ramble so ill put one of these hehe sorry (ง ื▿ ื)ว

i dont mind the question at all!! even if i was a deep lurker in feedism communities of most of my fandoms. looking "chubby draco malfoy " into google images since 2012 (￣▽￣*)ゞ and later religiously following wg-writers of whatever fandom i migrated through. i would always send so many asks, and when i got into BTS i was older, and properly aware of what feedism was, and actively looking for it on tumblr. back then it was a handful of people with now deactivated blogs and @bangtanstummies (who as im writing this blog see has a deactivated blog as well :,) , i swear going through my dms is like going through a cementary) . i try to stay in touch with as many of the people now as i can!! but everyone will know im the suckiest at texts (@cookiesuga55 will know ) but id love to chat more and be more present

anyway back to the community in 2018, i really loved their stuff, and i felt like there was still room to add new ideas (which was hard in a fandom with as much fanficiton as BTS's) , thats what inspired to make my blog!! back then it was claled bangtangchub, and i didnt know how to activate my asks, bangtanstummies was the one to let me know and we even got into a discord all of us together!!! crazy times ( ◡‿◡ *) i remember being the oldest of the group👴 i was 15 at the time, some coudl argue it wasn't my place to be writing fetish fanfiction, maybe theyre right. but i found such a happy place in my fics. not only have i met some of my closest friends through here; (people ive met in real life!?!? ) but its helped me so much to find a safe place to explore my emotions, sexuality, and craft a hobby that was all my own. i dont think im that good of a writer, but i am really so proud of having stuck to something for so long, and having worked on it all by myself.

often times i feel like i lack the motivation to do anything with my life, and just all-around consider myself someone who lacks the strength and backbone to really do hard things. and i like to think of this blog, and my journey in it, as a place that proof i can... idk,, be good at things i worked hard on.

ANYWAY!! that was a long rant. As for the character i like writing the most about!! welli role play as jungkook almost daily! so i do feel a lot of myself in him. but i love writing all characters, over the years i really made an effort to not fall into a comfortable ship, because i really do think you could spin a wheel and whatever combination of bts members ahs their own unique loving dynamic.

as for things to come!! im working on a fic inspired by some art i saw recently by @gigichingado , jikook, im really liking how its turning out, and ofc because its me, its stretching out more and more in the build up ( _ _ ") . but i want it done over this week!! ps, i saw your obese tae requests, and i can definetly get something out after that (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

thank you for asking and giving me a place to rant!!

[lillian-dearest]

Hey! Guess who's back. Im so sorry to come back on this note but I just got scammed by someone from here on discord. It was 2+ years since I added them and I don't remember which account it was on here, but here's the receipts on discord.

(Edit: yeah found out it's not that person's fault, they fell for it too and their account is being used like my old one is, so yeah entirely scammer in these texts.)

I was stupid and actually went through with adding this "discord lawyer" and changing over my email. I was already occupied with my day, but nonetheless, I fell for it. Just figured I should tell people as this person was originally from Tumblr and may have added other people from here with the same account.

If this scammer dms you on discord and says they spam reported your account, and asks you to add a random bot to solve it, don't be like me, and ignore them.

It was an account on the tickle community so I figured I would warn the tickle community in particular. I'm so glad the scammer told me to screenshot the messages :)

More under the cut

I was just having a moment, and didnt realize it was a scam until they started asking for banking information. I figured I should warn other people. Don't be like me, just a reminder to look over everything before you start messing with emails and stuff. I am fine because I made a new email.

Oh btw the "bot" started getting aggravated and started threatening me with a $1000 dollar fine and/or 30 years (more than a life sentence in canada) which I immediately became suspicious since it was a simple discord debate and I had nothing to do with the case. It stressed me out all day, and I just don't want anyone else to fall for it like I have.

Ps if you want the bot discord dms my tumblr dms are open, I don't mind sharing them if you're curious or want proof. Just know that it may take some time, tumbler is not my main priority right now.

Update: the scammer is now using my old account to try and scam people I had added. So yeah I'm pretty sure that person fell for it, and had their account taken. It's not that person's fault, but that account is definitely a scam account now. So is my old one.

Update update: yeah 100% not that person's fault, but definitely watch out, it seems to be scammers mating season.

Thank you for your time, have a good day, and be smart on the internet.

[robotslenderman]

Today has been An Ordeal and all of the Ordeal happened before 6.30AM. Stairs, bullshit with the train tickets, confusion on the platform because I had no idea whether or not I was allowed to just. Well. Let myself on the train or not. Because there was nobody I could ask. I ended up letting myself on the train and hoping I didnt get in trouble. Felt very relieved when I saw someone else do the same a couple of mins later.

Anyway wish me luck in Liverpool bc I found out LAST NIGHT that I have way more hoops to jump through to get my hire car than I thought. They want a fucking UTILITY BILL???? why???? Also I had to fork out money for proof of when my driver’s license was issued and I really hope they count it from when I got my license and not when I got off my Ps because I hit under the two year requirement if it’s the latter. And then I’ll have wasted a ton of money with bookings and shit because I’ll have to throw out the whole Wales portion without the car.

And if I do manage the car I’ll be unleashed, unsupervised, on British traffic. :D I keep forgetting what the default speed limit is (40?) and the signs don’t tell you. Hopefully nobody will get mad at me for driving like a little old lady because I’ll be taking it slow and steady until I actually start remembering what the signs and road markings mean.

So yeah today is. Stressful. Fingers crossed I make it to my hotel in one piece lmaoooo.

[snifsnoof]

Hii how are you?<3

Do you mind if I ask you some any suggestions/ideas for something I might do in the future? This is a Mini-AU where Soap and Ghost have adopted two children, a little girl and a little boy (both are around 10-11 years old), however the little girl is obviously very scared to be at the house of two 'strangers' so I wanted to ask you...How Ghost and Soap are going to act on this, so how are they going to make her feel at home (The girl's name is Olivia and she's from Russia).

(I hope I write it well because English isn't my first language, and that I'm not bother you, I suffer from anxiety so it is a bit difficult for me to ask for anything.😅)

hii!! first of all, please dont be afraid to ask me anything! im happy to talk to you guys :DD

onto the question, i think i have some ideas:

soap: i personally see him as a very good cook, so maybe he'd try to warm up to her by making her some delicious treats (maybe cakes, cookies, and her favorite foods). he’d be a great dad too i’m sure, maybe a little chaotic at times but i think kids like that? i dont know, but he for sure would do a family game night or something where he pulls the family together to play some board games or something like that! (ghost thinks it’s stupid, but if the kids like it he’ll play along). then, i feel like he’d do a good job at being there for olivia, comforting her whenever she needs it but giving her enough space as to not scare her. he also loves play fighting!

ghost: he’d be just as unsure as the kids are at first, they both need warming up to each other but i think he has the potential to be a great dad! i feel like he really tries to be better than his dad was and if he ever fails he beats himself up for it but soap is there to tell him mistakes happen and that he’s fine. he’d be a good listener and he’d read the kids bedtime stories, stuff like that. olivia always falls asleep quickly, sometimes even in ghost's lap and it makes him feel very very proud. he’d have a bit of trouble expressing himself at times but he truly does love his kids, and he couldn’t be happier with his life. he’d also love to show the kids little tricks around the house for their futures (simple stuff like how to clean the dishes properly, laundry, etc.) he’d also be a great hugger i dont make the rules💪 ghost would definitely be that dad that just spoils their kids with toys and stuff so that’s nice!

bonus: i think it’d be sweet if soap and ghost tried to put some effort into learning some russian to make her feel more at home, and to help with the language barrier a bit. it’s very chaotic and often times the accents are VERY HEAVY so olivia ends up not understanding them anyways but she appreciates the sentiments😭

i hope this answered your question and gave you a little inspiration idk, this was really fun to think about so thank you for the prompt!!! i didnt proof read it so im really sorry if it makes no sense :'DD

(ps: your english is great! <33)

[pistacchio-icecream]

Ok but, hear me out

We do know Kanna is adopted, right, its said clearly in the game

But if she is actually Sou's sister, then, wouldnt it be weird how he mentioned the fact that he might have a sibling?

Like, first of all, as Sou would be around 20-22 years old and Kanna is 14 yo, Sou would have had around 6-8 yo when Kanna was born. And we know he met Midori in highschool, therefore Sou must have had around 12-18 when this memories happened, and Kanna 4-12 yo. So, she had already born at the time of the memory.

Now, when Sou mentions he MIGHT have a sister, it means he's not sure, which implies whatever he overheard wasnt clear enough about the topic. Meaning that, for sure, he didnt hear it from any dramatic discussion about any of his parents having an affair or anything like that, and that they probably mentioned it rather calmly as a possibility instead of a fact.

Adding onto that, if at least one of Sou's parents were Kanna's biological parents, shouldnt it be easy to verify the existence of Kanna?

Because, for example, if it was them who gave her up for adoption they would know she exists. Or, if she was result of an affair, they could know because of speaking with the person who had the child (and gave her up to adoption later), or by seeing the child as proof. Being the latter something that we know didnt happen, as Kanna hadnt met her biological parents before, as implied by Kugie in Kanna's memories.

Then the only option left, in case of an affair, would be speaking with who gave birth to Kanna, right? But if that were the case, shouldnt they know her age or gender?

Then, if they couldnt talk with whoever put Kanna up for adoption (nor any family member of them) to verify Kanna's existence, that would mean they got their info from a third person, who mentioned Sou having a sibling only as a possibility, either because of needing to investigate more about who and where this child was, or their parents, or any other reason.

And then... couldnt that mean Sou is adopted too? If his parents mentioned it so calmly, and just as a possibility they werent sure of, maybe the reason they didnt know about Kanna is because neither of them is Kanna's biological parent to start with, therefore, being not Sou's either.

⠀

PS: I did this analysis based on three (3) dialogues, if its wrong in the end idc, I had to show my train of thought to the world lmao

[floralseokjin]

Omg this chapter! Finally! It's like you just shut us up all even with just the warnings. Guess we also felt the sexual frustrations between the 9mtfil couple. Do you know that feeling when I was like I want to get to the steamy part already but I also want to savor everything that will happen in this chapter. It was beautiful jordan. I felt all the emotions. They really had something in there. And thankfully they waited. The Moment happened just in time. You're amazing. The Moment is amazing. Glob must have been having the best dreams in the womb. He will surely be a happy baby. Suddenly it didnt matter if theyre a boy or a girl. I am just happy I could kiss you, send virtual kisses because you're the best.

ps, is seokjin mom referring to having sex while pregnant when she talked about her pregnancy with seokjin? bc hmmm naughty mama kim.

Go write a book right now! Jordan! You are amazing. I'll buy your first book no matter where I am in the world. Just like now when I'm finishing this chapter at 5am. Worth it!

I'm so so happy. Now, to wait for 2 weeks.

I know that feeling very well 🤣 and this is nice to hear, I think it was the perfect time for them to sleep together too. If they had done it earlier on we might not have had this sweet moment in ch13. Everything happens for a reason – Glob is proof of that! I accept all your virtual kisses with my own 😘

His mom was referring to having big babies but stopped because Seokjin warned her not to. However lmaoo imagining his mom referring to pregnancy sex is making me blush!

You are sweet for your last comment! If I ever publish this (or another story) you will be the first to know 🤧 Thank you for all your love and support 💖

[fictionallystable]

Time lines (#1/?)

#October 10th, 1994

It’s been a year since Isabeau got her freedom, well, emphasize the word freedom. The foster care Izzy was in was so different from her previous life, it gave a stable roof over her head and edible food on her plate, yet she never took any of it for granted. Isabeau took everything by heart, she wanted to do well in life, she wanted to make that one person proud, her saviour, her hero, her idol.

Isabeau would wait for Mike to walk in through the door everyday, but would end up being disappointed at the end of the day. Mike would visit whenever he had time from work, he promised that he would and he kept his promise for a long long time. 

Today was one of those days, but Isabeau was at school when he dropped by so she was in for a surprise. When Isabeau walked in she was surprised to see Mike standing at the bottom of the staircase talking to the foster carer. When Mike saw Isabeau, he gave her a warm smile, the one of a kind smile that he has only and only for her. Isabeau didn't waste any time running towards Mike and gave him a tight hug. 

It appears that the reason Mike couldn’t visit was because he was held in with work for about 3 months now, and he apologized profusely for missing Isabeau's birthday as well. But Isabeau dismissed it saying “as long as you’re here now, I don’t care about anything else”. 

They dined out that day, Mike making it up for the missed birthday as well as to celebrate one year mark, he bought her a cake and a little gift that Isabeau would keep it with her for the rest of her life. What Mike didn’t expect was that Isabeau prepared him a small gift as well. A handmade bracelet with a small wooden trinket on it. 

#Present day. 

Mike looked at the bracelet in his hand fondly as he was sitting in the prep room, the memories of it flooding in. The whole idea of the program was a bit hard to grasp for Mike, but he agreed to it because Isabeau talked about team bonding, disciplining and something about if he gets along there will be something rewarding, whatever she meant with it anyways. Mike was up for disciplining rookies anytime. 

As Isabeau walked in the room checking on the operators that were lined up for today’s training, Mike nonchalantly hid the bracelet in his duffle bag right next to where he was sitting. As Isabeau was explaining today’s training for the Ops, all Mike could do is stare at her. Izzy has grown from a petite yet strong young girl to an independent, sauve, smart, and strong woman. All Mike could do was admire her from afar, yet there she was walking towards him after she finished briefing the operators in the room. As far as she seems with his bare eyes, she’s always next to him holding onto him.

[p-redux]

This just in! CONFIRMATION Sam spent time in New York last weekend with Monika Clarke!

A source has been messaging with the photographer who originally took the pics of Sam and Monika. When the most recent pics of Sam in New York came out last weekend, she alerted him to Sam being in NY. The photographer didnt respond until today. And he CONFIRMED Sam and Monika were together AND there are pics that will come out soon. Read for yourselves 👇

So, there you have it, folks. Sam DID see Monika this past weekend in New York. There are pics. And I guess we will see them when the photographer finds a celeb outlet that wants to buy them.

PS. MORE proof that Extreme Shippers are lying liars who lie..."Sam was in NY with Cait." 🙄 NOPE. But we already knew that.

[byronicbrit]

Saw and figured you were feeling down so I dug around to find two references and fought with a gif to make this for ya. (WHYISMANTINESOFREAKINGDEADINSIDE)

!!! MY BOYS!!!! OHH MY GOD I LOVE IT!! THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAA

[aphrodite1288]

What u didnt get from anon?! They bring a rational thought into ur rumors.. if 1 wants kids (ji) and 1 doesnt (ks) ofc the relantionship will end. Ps. Not every single stupid rumor should be shared, i heard rumors that i wouldnt share with anyone cause i can see how dumb they are and unrealistic by kd living situation.

Need a tissue?

Here wipe your nose it's runny.

Why are u mad at me for bringing up a serious issue that affects your sensitive feels? I'm just honest that's not my problem. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Fix it. You're the one who should be rational here.

Secondly I know you're the same anon ur talking about.🙃

Honey go cry about it somewhere else, I do what I want do not tell me what to do.

Also I told y'all I'll always be honest with you, I told y'all many times that if Kadi are no longer together I'm gonna tell y'all. And the anon asked me for my serious worries regarding Kadi and what they suffer from and I had to answer her because she was very insisting n sending same ask many many times and I've been ignoring it for a while. But hey! I'm sorry if your poor little heart can't take some drama, it's not always butterflies 🦋🦋🦋 and rainbows 🌈🌈🌈✨✨ ✨ in their relationship ✨✨✨ like in any other relationship 🤷🏻‍♀️ they have their ups and downs and their own problems and insecurities.

Oh and I'm not sorry for ruining your day with what I shared. We opened a discussion like we always do on this blog and this happens to be the subject, we love from time to time to analyse serious things regarding Kadi. Now if you want proof that Ji wants kids check the photos below from his interviews since debut, Now would u go cry about it somewhere else?

Here are the times Ji said he wanted kids from 2012 to 2015 to 2017 etc..

Look at the difference between the members (Especially Ksoo and Ji) in what is their plan in 10 years which is Now, since that interview was I'm debut days I think:

⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️☝️☝️☝️☝️

Oh and Guess what??

Ji had the need to repeat that he wants to have kids for the second time in the interview when no one asked him, by saying "It would be nice to make Junior Exo" which means he wants himself and the members who clearly didn't talk about kids to have kids 💁🏻‍♀️

I mean he could have NOT talked about wanting to have kids and talk about his plans on improving himself as a dancer and a performer and that he wants to be a famous choreographer or smtg. But no! He decides to bring the matter and TWICE in the same interview.

I'm logical, it's an issue ! And he expressed few times after that (in the upcoming years) that he wants to have kids but the shitty Tumblr don't allow me to post more than 10 pics so go google it.

I don't lie to my Queendom fellas. Even If it's sensitive I bring it up. Idc.

@The_Rational_Queen_Aurore ✨👑💁🏻‍♀️🧘🏻‍♀️👸🏻👑✨

[erbis-artist]

Ok. So this post thread is basically me venting and ranting about social media. If u are uncomfortable or dont care about this u can scroll pass it.

What I wanted to say is: I had enough. Every time I get msgs from my friends that somekind haters shit on my page and accuses me of shit for what I havent done. They repost my art without my permission, rip my comments out of context and this is already for a month or 2.

I got only 1 question: why? Why are u doing this? What do u want to do with spreading crap about me? U want to take me down? U want to make people hate me? Well I will tell u 1 thing - I dont care anymore. Do whatever the f*ck u want, if u got nothing better to do than shit on a person who minds their own buisness.

I had enough of those toxic shitters shitting on my ship (kruelee) that its toxic, while they ship 2 enemies who hate each other (kruecent) together. I had enough of people reposting my art and saying I draw something wrong just because of my artstyle. I had enough of this shit and I dont care anymore.

PS: if u are a kruecent shipper, I dont hate u as long as u dont hate on kruelee and spread shit about it. I respect all shippers until it gets shitty like this and people share their hateful opinions about a fictional ship, which causes innocent shippers getting into trouble because of haters/people who cant hold their mouth full of shit shut.

But at same time, I cant be quiet. I have to speak up and show people I aint the bad guy, because silence usually proofs u are at fault. All I want to do is reach equality. I had enough that shippers like me get blocked for their ship and get hateful comments on their posts, even tho they dont send it to anyone in private and just mind their own buisness creating. I had enough and I stand up for them and am ready to be their shield.

U think u do something good by hating on someone for shipping 2 fictional characters who are both adults? And then u scream someone of these shippers puts their opinions on your hateful opinions??? Lmao then u arent any better. U arent a god to be pure or perfect, u arent god to judge others for what they like. And if u think our opinions arent valid - your arent either.

I speak for all my friends and my favourite artists whom I support in what they do, and seeing hateful comments on their works I wont tolerate. Ok me, I dont care anymore. But others - its too much. U did enough by harrasing us for a somekind artstyle/fictional ship which isnt changable/isnt even real. U broke so many souls, who didnt deserve that.

I had enough watching how my close friends suffer from u all, who harrass us for nothing. Who accuse me, personally, in "sexualisation" "fetish" "toxicity in shipping" even tho they themselves create NSFW content and participate in NSFW rps while being a horny minor.

I had enough of this f*cked up hypocrisy. I had enough of someone thinking they are a king/god to control us. I am speaking up to stop all of this shit.

Now, if u are THAT person reading this and planning to post another hate post. Just stop doing that. U think u are helping? U think u are doing something good? All u do is showing u got nothing better to do, nor do u show you are better. In fact u behave like a immature kid, thinking u are doing SUUUUCH A BIG THING shitting on someone.

Instead of forgetting about us, not giving a shit about our existence, working hard and becoming better in what u like to do - u waste your time.

U wont take me down. I aint the type of person who will fall in front of your hypocritical feet and obey. I wont apologize for what I havent done. I wont give up. I wont accept the fact u are still here screaming shit about me and my friends. I will prove everyone that u are wrong, a hypocrite who likes j**king off on p*rn and posting crap.

Now, to my dearest fans and friends: I love u all and care for u a lot, I am sorry about everything u had to go through, I am sorry u saw so many bad things about me, I am sorry u had to deal with hate also. I am at fault I couldnt protect u nor could I control my rage because of which I f*cked up.

Please, if u are seeing this, care to share the truth, I dont want anyone more suffering, I want to stop all of this harrasment once and for all. Also DONT INTERACT WITH THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE!!!

Now, I will post all the proofs they are the hypocrites and not me. Also the proofs contain lewds, NSFW, and other triggering things, 1st I will post innocent things, then the whole NSFW they created.

[of-faunsandyellowflowers]

So, I took a risk and commented on a thing that said autism is caused by vaccines and like everyone fucking came at me claiming I'm wrong for stating its genetic and lemme just demonstrate what ppl told me. I'm on mobile so I cant share pics.

Ps. For those of you who DONT know, I'm autistic.

1. Dude told me that I was wrong becsuse of the information on my page which isnt public so I know he meant my bio which said 'anarchist'. Claimed nazis also had doctors but failed to recognize that nazis also tortured autistic kids. He said that since I'm that, I'm dumb, and cant think for myself, therefore im too dumb to know about autism. He said that since I 'hold a position on health doesnt mean im ethical or correct'. It doesnt unless its factual which mine is. (Edit: I just reread it and he meant that nazis had doctors therefore having a medical opinion doesnt mean I'm ethical which is again, rich, considering the history of nazis and autistic kids alongside the fact I'm AUTISTIC)

2. One dude told me that 'scienetic knowledge' that autism is caused by freeways because so many autistic kids live near them.

3. One shared this screenshot that was incorrect stating that vaccines cause brain damage which =autism.

4. One lady straight up told me I was a dumbass who 'needed to look up science' even tho plenty of ppl gave her the gene that causes autism alongside scientific articles.

5. A 'microbiologist' said I was dumb and asked for proof, someone gave it to him. He didnt respond.

6. Some dude said it was heavy metals and that a mom with a flu can give her kid "retardation".

7. Most others were telling me I'm 'so incorrect its laughable and need to talk to autistic ppl'

Point being, neurotypicals are disgusting. (Obviously not all are. But this lot certainly is)

[voidcat]

– The Old Jukebox

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou/Reader

Genre & Word Count: fluff & 1.4k

Synposis: As that time of the year rolls up, your friend makes a fuss of it again. All you want is to walk home through your favorite park as the old jukebox in the corner catches your attention and takes you to a dream of dances with a certain someone.

A/N: Happy birthday Linette!! and Happy (belated) birthday Bokuto!! I love u two<33

ps. i didnt proof read, lets hope i didnt forget any verbs<3

The day begins off rather quietly, without much of a fuss.

It’s expected, really, nothing special about it. Just like any other day, it goes on as you live it. It shouldn’t be any different just because some certain event took place on the exact same date ages ago.

Ages, you think, and try pushing back the thought. It doesn’t feel that long, neither has it been that long, certainly not filled with so much excitement, and yet using the phrase “ages” for any amount of time feels light in your head. It adds up to the dramatic effect.

So you get up, water the plants, wash your face and with a deep breath you begin your day.

As tasks move on and hours pass by, with breaks and little chit chat, tea here and there too keep you up, time rolls up to an end. Tiny greetings your way throughout the day, small smiles sent your way as well as good wishes, you cannot wait to get back home and drown in the save havens of your couch.

Before you can get the chance to pack up, your friend stands by the side and asks you out for a night. “It’ll be fun!” she says. Your vary looks tell it all and she guarantees “Not many will be there. Come on! Just a night out with friends.” A sigh of defeat leave your lips and upon your nod, she leaves.

Despite your worries the pub seems cozy and clean. One step in and you can spot the familiar faces. Although you don’t want many people, you hope you’re not the last and you decide seeing a certain someone will hurt no one.

As drinks start coming, two or three others arrive at last and the night begins, for them.

Uncontainable laughter fils the tiny space and rings in your ears, cheap snacks lunged at and finished in a second, the never dying sound of glasses hitting against each other, clink, clink, clink they go.

Staring at your glass after a while, you raise your head up to meet with the familiar tips of uncontrollable hair. Shoulders slumping when you see it’s tamed tonight, a little part of you hopes it’s for today and not for any other night-out.

“Come on, have another drink!” Yells your friend and few others. You’ve lost count of the times their voice got mixed up with strangers. Maybe that’s what they’ve always been, strangers.

With a shake of your head, you decline. As the classic “killjoy” comment comes, you reply. “I like to walk home and I’d rather do that with my head clear of any fog.” This seems to make them back off a little and they go back to another round of drinks short after.

At least there are no tacky songs or birthday music playing loud from the worn out speakers. The cast aside jukebox strikes your attention and you make sure to check it out next time you’re dragged here.

With your gazed focused on it, the chatter tones down and old tunes start playing in your mind. You can’t help but picture yourself dancing, imagine yourself swinging with someone by your side. Hands laced together, fingers intervening as well as hearts, a full laughter fills the air. It feels liberating to smile so freely, with no worries, finally doing whatever your soul aches for and asks for.

With the second laughter, not as filled with delight as the previous one, you’re snapped out of your dream and your eyes find his sadly. He seems to be talking with someone else, another beautiful smile decorating his face with the hint of something else, something you can’t name contrasting this portrait of happy.

And so the night rolls and streams flow, people scatter away one by one as the drinks increase in numbers. And with the ones in your booth looking mostly knocked up, you all get up.

Calling cabs for many of them, you hug your friend one last time and face the direction to the park.

A “Hold up!” Coming from behind, almost running to you, you wait. “Mind if I tag along and walk you home?” He offers with a trademark grin of his.

“Sure.” You say and begins the walk back.

“Doesn’t this make the walk longer?” He asks as you enter the part.

“It’s not the length but the quality of time that matters at hours like this.” You offer and walk ahead. With the long lamps lighting up the place, as the leaves shudder against one another, it’s only your and his breathing that reaches your ears.

With each step, your posture softens, your muscles no longer tense, face no longer in a forced mask; is that how taking your first breath like, as you enter this world, you wonder. As the lights illuminate the stars and blink once or twice, a melody pauses through your head and you hear it short after.

Barely a hum, a voice you are certain is not yours, you look to your side and see him swinging his head slowly to the song. Each rhythm and each note, the lyrics gaining a new life…

As he turns and his faces morphs into one of surprise, he gives you a shy smile and you realize you’ve been staring this whole time.

“You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.” You speak into the night sky a moment later.

“Really? Didn’t notice, not like I do it intentionally.” Somehow his words sound softer than usual, you’re at a loss of what to feel.

Another moment of silence, you’re not sure for how long; and he adds as an afterthought: “It’s not like- too bad, is it? Me being quiet, I mean.”

You turn to face him with a smile reserved for him, only for it to falter. He seems down, or rather afraid. Is it because of the answer? Or stepping out of his usual cycle of things once in a while?

“No!” You almost yell, he gives a confused look. “On the contrary, I like seeing this part of you. This- unseen side of you.” As if your words bring him comfort like a warm blanket draped over his shoulders, his posture relaxes.

As the walk continues, a poke to your ribs make itself apparent, and looking to the side, you see his arm offered to you. Hooking your arm, your smile gets brighter as does his.

Steps fall into the serene rhythm of the night as you pace. Soon after he begins humming another melody, coloring the sky above you as you go. Steps carry the songs as they carry his hand to yours. Fingers interlacing oh so naturally, as if you’ve done this million times before.

As the pacing blooms into a movement completely new, your figures move with the rhythm. It feels cliché, seems like a daydream and for a moment you suspect if it is one, only to lose focus and trip on your feet for a millisecond. The pain indicates this is very much a reality.

More like a moment in between passings, when you tilt your head to whatever it is that comes from your headphones, only for the move itself to be barely acknowledged by those around, those who are not you… Another moment of hushed whispers and chocked up flowers. Of tiny laughs and shy smiles, slight movements but big dances in your hearts as you hold onto the same tie that binds you to life.

As the tiles of the park reach an end in the distance, you pay no mind. Instead you let yourself get lost in the warm embrace around, swing around and skip, sway and beam. The lights glow just like fireflies as the bushes resemble dark deep waters.

And when you spin once, twice, thrice; you never stop, never stop smiling, breathing, feeling. Feeling everything around, the melody inside, the smell of the old jukebox nearby, the notes gently caressing your ears. When you turn to face Bokuto again, you’re convinced your smile cannot grow any wider. And his to match yours, you lean towards one another. As you kiss, the warmth shared between the two, it feels as natural as the dance and the walk, just like fish swimming and bees buzzing, dancing from one flower to another as they bloom together.

[justthedegenerate]

the door

Welp, here is some ateez fanfic im building off of a weird ass dream i had. Im saying this ahead, its not gonna be constent, its der gonna be smutty at some point and i hope you like holes cuz its gonna be filled eith plotholes.

Ps. I also take criticism if you want, i didnt proof read it, i really just thiught one other degenerate out there might like it.

Enjoy <3

Its so weird. I was reading, peacefully, in a cemetery on st-jean street. I was supposed to go see some friends, but they were still cleaning their place. So i went to buy a coffee down the street. I talked about a decade old french show with the barista. She was nice. I went to sit somewhere further, the olympia passage. Or i think its called like that, no one knew what i was talking about when i called it that. Someone came to me to talk about poesy, and given my patient nature, i listened to him. I told him i was an illustrator, and could illustrate his poems if he wanted. He looked delited, and said it was rare that people didn't just ignore him, or look at him as if he was lesser than them. I din't know why, i left him my phone number, for the poem thing, and i took his. I really trust too easily, but if there is even a 1% chance that he actually just wants to create, then ill take that chance. Soon after he left, another friend, closer to me, came along. He was meeting someone at the same coffee i went to ealier. We planned to go converse shopping a few hours later. I walked with him down the street, then left when his friend arrived.

Further on the street, there is a really old cemetery, behind a small church. The worst tomb has a family in it, about 12 kids between 12 days to 12 years old. It's calm. There are a lot of trees, reminding me that at the end of the day, i belong to the earth. This type of calmness almost makes me look up to the day i pass.

I sat under the big tree. It is not especially big, but it is indeed larger than the rest. I opened my book, and read. It was very simple, a story about some gay witch with her equally gay otaku demon and a girl that disappeared. Maybe. The end was a bit fuzzy, so i wasn't quite sure. But i think that all along, the blue haired girl was actually a piece of the witch's imagination or something like that. I like these endless stories, you tend to think about them way more than stories that close entirely. So i put the book down and looked at my phone. My friend told me her cleaning wasn't done yet. I don't know what i was expecting.

Well, at least i can say what i wasn't expecting. To blackout completely, and to wake up in a small stinky backstreet on the other side of the world.

Now this may be a bit confusing, so let me explain a bit more. For the first part, it's honestly going to end there. I put my phone down, looked towards my friend's place and the world around me began to feel heavier, as if the sky was falling down. I felt victim of this kind of gravity shift, even if i'm pretty sure it only happened to me. Things began to move around me, but i was way too far to really pay attention to it. As i opened my eyes, it was night. I was laying against a garbage bin, one of those big store ones. I was in a small backstreet, hidden from the world. As i tried to get up, i felt like every single inch of my body was sore. I looked down, and i was dressed in some oversized off-white shirt, more yellow than white really but that was probably because of how dirty it was. I definitely had panties under, which i felt were probably more sexy ones than comfortable ones, but the lack of pants quickly put me off. Feeling my eyes, i had some makeup leftovers, that probably had just spread around even more. Despite all of that, what really chocked me the most was the weight i had lost. Not like 2-5 lbs, more like 15-20 lbs, and not in a healthy way. Whatever had just happened to me had been happening for a while.

As i was still taking it all in, i heared a door open, with voices coming out of it. Two people. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but i quickly recognized some korean words. More people came out. Three more, soon followed by another pair. As the last one came out, i decided that i my need for help was greater than the odds of them being bad people, so i went out of the streets. The bright neon signs of the convinient store blinded me for a second, before i could figure out the silouhette of 8 men. I let out a soft and painful, "help" before turning around to take in more of what was around me. Wherever i was, this was not home. I felt the panic start to rise in me so i turned to the men, who had stopped their walk to look at me. Some of them had cold, almost scared faces, but the one that sticked to me the most was the one closest to me. A tall, black and red haired guy, that almost looked in more pain than me. One of the people in the back said something, that from the loudness i assumed was to me, but I didn't catch it, since it was in korean. It's at that moment that it all came down.

I fell down to my knees. Eyes blank, looking at the ground. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, but my expression was not following them. The tall guy came down to my level, and in a broken english asked "are you alright?"

-Do i look alright, i spitted at him. I have no idea where i am, or what is going on, i'm clearly a world away from home, I don't understand anything that anyone here says, im hurt, im almost naked, i lost a shit ton of weight and i dont even know how, the only taste i have in my mouth is dehydration, i miss my cat, i miss my bed and my stupid ass friend who can't seem to ever be on time and....and...

I raise up my head to look at him. He pierces through my eyes as if he was looking for answers.

-and...im cold.

I fall in his arms, all strength gone.

I can feel his warmth get closer.

I can feel his heartbeat.

I feel some sort of warm blanket around me.

I feel a pillow, softer than any i ever had.

As i feel fingers going through my hair, I hear a melody that, even if for a small second, makes my believe that everything will be all right, and i find myself dreaming that this moment never stops.

I briefly open my eyes, just to see these dreaming eyes. "Who are you", i somehow ask, right before falling asleep. As if he knew that I wasn't there to hear the answer anymore, the mysterious man lowers himself to my ear and simply wispers,

"I'm Yunho."