#so called free thinkers w

[fisheyezzz]

oughhhhhhhh oh yeah gang the autism fueled grind never end THIS GUY IS @vilegato i heart levi

[x2whammy]

one of the funniest things about listening to a podcast and being in the fandom for it is sometimes youll see fanart and its like wow. thats amazing. gorgeous really. you are so talented. i have no idea who thats supposed to be without looking at the tags. and then you just roll with it

[meeeeeks]

Who wants to exchange hdb playlists??? Here’s mine

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Editor’s note: This hypothetically open letter was originally posted by its anonymous author on Medium and was rapidly removed as “hate speech.” We found it to be a refreshing dose of honesty, a charming and relatable open letter from one parent to other parents (not to the child, obviously!) about dealing with a challenging and dangerous moment in raising children, especially “weird” adolescents who search for their identities harder than others and risk making life-damaging mistakes in a way never before possible. We are reposting it here on New Discourses with the permission of the author.

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By: Donna M.

Published: Mar 5, 2021

My dear, sweet, son,

I’ve got to break it to you: you’re not trans, you’re just weird.

This seems like a cruel thing to point out right now. Clearly, you are struggling and feeling pretty awful about things. I can see that you are in a rough patch, and one of the first rules of parenting is to not pile on. The world is pretty heavy on your shoulders. You’re fifteen. There’s a pandemic going on. But here I come anyway. I’m about to throw more on you.

When you were two ­– a happy, chubby, little tyke in pull-ups, you watched the world with wary eyes behind the thumb in your mouth. You leapt with joy in the rhythm of the toddle music classes. You chattered and shared stories about your stuffed animals. You loved your little sister. Enjoyed cookies and finger painting. That was all pretty normal.

But you also started to count to one thousand on our walks. And you started to call out the store names as we drove around. And you preferred reading books rather than playing with the other two-year-olds at preschool. And you hated sitting in the circle when instructed. And you hated the feel of blue jeans. And you threw big tantrums when you lost any kind of game. In other words, you started to show signs that you were… weird.

The grandparents were the first to notice. They said gentle things like “You oughta keep an eye on that one,” and sent us links to Wall Street Journal articles about child prodigies. And then the other parents in the play groups started to comment; “He’s pretty intense, huh?” And the teachers were on to it pretty quickly. They started to use fancy terms like “asynchronous development.”

By third grade, we realized you were different, but we still didn’t realize you were weird. Truthfully, we’re used to people like you. Our family is full of engineers, artists, musicians, computer programmers, and a lot of “free-thinkers.” Family gatherings always have chess, political debates, and quartets around the piano. That’s just us.

And besides, you had a small but solid group of friends. There was Pokémon, then Minecraft, then Magic, then Dungeons and Dragons, then Catan. You were never in the center of things, but you weren’t alone.

But then, in middle school, things started to change. By 7th grade, school finally started to require some effort, and it turned out you were pretty disorganized. People kept calling you smart, but the teachers were annoyed at your humor, and frustrated that you wouldn’t or couldn’t follow the guidelines for assignments. Classmates didn’t appreciate your frank (if accurate) descriptions of their efforts. I’ll admit, we got pretty frustrated with you, too.

And then puberty arrived, with its triple curse of acne, braces, and bizarre growth. The girls appeared to have it all together (I know they don’t, but they do appear that way). And the popular boys seemed to know exactly what to do. They can talk sports to each other, they brag about their romantic exploits. They never get in trouble for stupid reasons like forgetting an assignment three times in a row. Your anxiety started to kick in, and it seemed like you got smaller. And some of your guy friends moved on.

So you drifted over to the weird-o crowd. Well — I’m not sure what you call yourselves, but that’s what we would have called you back when I was in school. At different schools these are the geeks, or the theater kids, the math team kids, or the artsy-fartsy kids. This used to be where the gay kids ended up, but I think they’re more dispersed now. You get some kids whose parents are going through some rough times. Some girls with anorexia. A few boys who are edgy and angry. Kids with a great sense of humor and big hearts.

And some of these kids are really passionate. Just full of righteous anger about the injustices of the world. And some of them are dramatic. And truthfully, that looks pretty attractive to you. Because you share some of that confusion and anger about the world. And though you may not be sure what you think or what you feel, you are certain you don’t want to be on the bad side. You certainly aren’t like those popular boys with their suave charm and dominating manners. You’re not like them at all.

You’re actually more like those vibrant girls who can speak for hours about their ideas. Well, you would be if you could find the words to speak. And there is something so fascinating about those girls, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. You’d never think about talking to those girls anyway, because that’d be weird. Because you are weird. You’ve never been good at chit-chat, or eye contact. Or girls. And besides, you wouldn’t want them to get the wrong impression. You understand that your peers are starting to date, but you really don’t see the point. Sex is still gross and weird to you. It’s better to just call yourself “asexual” or “pansexual.” It’s like a get-out-of-jail-free card that helps you avoid the whole mess. And your group of friends tell you that you are super cool and brave for being able to say that about yourself.

But you’ve fallen into a funk. Anyone can see that. But computer games help. And there’s always trying to beat the speed record for that one game you’re kinda good at. And that one guy on reddit always has good tricks. And the people on that message board seem to get your humor.

So when one of them posts a meme about trans rights, it makes sense that you’d check it out. You’re curious! You’re a free thinker! You’re not like the normies. And the web quiz hits home. You do feel discomfort with your body. You don’t like sports. You do wonder what it would be like to be a girl. You’ve always felt like something was different about you.

You’re right. There is something different about you.

But you’re not trans, you’re just weird.

So we’re right here for you. We’ll always be here for you. But those online folks who urge you to “crack your trans egg” and rush to hormones and surgeries don’t know you at all. They don’t know that gifted kids and ADHD kids and Autism kids and Asperger’s kids are slower to develop emotionally and sexually. They don’t know that sexuality takes time and experience to figure out, and that the majority of trans teens seeking medical treatment haven’t even masturbated or kissed someone yet. They don’t know that 80% of trans children end up becoming comfortable with their birth sex if you just give them time. They don’t know that there are increasing numbers of desisting and de-transitioning people in their twenties. They don’t realize that hormones permanently stunt your growth, decrease your IQ, and can cause sterility. They don’t know that these hormones are prescribed off-label and there’s no research on the long-term outcomes. They don’t even know that the most recent research shows that short-term outcomes are clearly worse.

They don’t realize that you’re weird. But I do. You’re weird, kiddo. You’ll figure that out in a year or two. But that’s okay. We are all weird. And I love you anyway. You’re going to be just fine.

==

You always hear stories and justifications like, "she never liked wearing a dress," or "he always hated having his hair cut." This is post-hoc confirmation bias. Not only does this confirm everything critics say about this being a movement based on gross stereotypes, but they always leave out things like, "she refused to eat anything yellow," and "he was obsessed with elevator and crossing buttons and would cry if he wasn't the one to light it up."

It's okay to be weird.

[yasur-sketches]

Ninjago Spoilers Ahead

DD#9-10

So called Free Thinkers ( Local ninjago artist Yasur ) when they pick up a pencil to draw after a new season airs

W/ @sayijo Cryptor

[mitskijamie]

pleaseeee give us more bigender jamie thoughts the concept is too good

Bigender Jamie my beloved….

He uses he/she pronouns <3 she doesn't mind they/them (pronouns are like. not very important to her honestly. she probably couldn’t tell you what a pronoun was if you asked LMAO) but she just doesn't really connect with gender neutrality/androgyny as much as she does with manhood and womanhood as separate and coexisting entities yk

When Jamie's super little, he starts asking Georgie why there are only boys and girls and he can't be both, and instead of jumping to tell him that's just the way it is (because she wants her bub to be a free thinker. obviously), she thinks about it for a while and is like. Well. I don’t know. I suppose you can be both if you’d like? And Jamie is like “ok :) yay :)” and runs with it

Georgie lets Jamie wear/do whatever he wants. She’s a very busy woman and simply has bigger things to worry about than her child wearing a pink shirt or whatever the fuck. As long as she can afford it, she'll buy it for him, because she's just trying to keep him happy and pay the bills yk

So Jamie amasses a small collection of what he calls “girl stuff," like these types of things

which he absolutely loves and has so much fun w. He's never pressured to identify any certain type of way or change anything about himself, always allowed to experiment, and he's very comfortable until he meets his dad

James starts coming around again when Jamie’s like 10ish, and he’s horrified by Georgie’s lax stance on masculinity and makes Jamie break/cut up/throw out her "girl stuff," because he doesn't think it's at all appropriate for his "son"

Having to destroy his favorite clothes and toys while his dad berates her is super traumatic and completely alters his perception of her gender/gender as a whole. When it was just him and Georgie, Jamie sort of took it for granted that he had room to experiment and didn’t realize that most people really don’t think it’s okay, and so it's a big shock and really forces her into the closet for a long time

Then she starts at the academy and everything around her is super masculine all the time, and she really tries put it behind her and convince herself that it was a phase and she doesn't have any need to indulge in that part of herself, since she's comfortable as a man and doesn't exactly feel disconnected from manhood

But as hard as he tries to convince himself otherwise, he always feels like he's missing part of himself. He's content with the life he's living and absolutely loves being one of the lads, but there's just something missing and it's undeniable and uncomfortable and always bubbling below the surface

So she's stuck in that limbo until she starts dating Keeley. He shows her an old picture where he’s wearing a Cinderella costume at daycare or something and tells her how he used to want to be “a girl and a boy at the same time” + about the “girl stuff” and how James made him destroy it, and he recounts the whole thing like it’s a funny story (because that’s just how he processes things) and is expecting Keeley to laugh with him, but she just gives him this really sad look and tells him she's sorry that happened to him and she hopes he feels comfortable expressing himself authentically with her

Which he doesn't at first, but he acclimates, because Keeley is willing to meet him halfway and work it out with him <3 She does his makeup on occasion and they experiment with phrases like "good girl" and "girlfriend" and even subtle public expressions of femininity like jewelry and nail polish and "women's" soap/shampoo, which Jamie really loves mixing with his generally masculine presentation

At one point Keeley asks her if she thinks she's a trans woman, and she's like. ":/ I don't think so, like I don't want to be a woman all the time, I just wish I could be a lady without having to give up being a lad 😔”

And Keeley of course is like "oh like bigender?"

She says it like it's nothing, but it's the first time Jamie's ever heard that and he had no idea that that was a real option and genuinely feels like he's found something he's been looking for his entire life and literally almost cries

(You can't spell "lady" without "lad" <3)

So Jamie starts to get Girl Stuff again (including some early-aughts nostalgia items identical to the things that James made her get rid of, which is very healing) and present the way she wants to present and has never ever been happier and finally feels whole

I have a LOT of thoughts about Jamie's gender identity and his relationship with Roy and the internal conflict/shame that would arise from that, but this post is already soooo long so you guys will have to let me know if you want me to talk about all that in another post

She's mostly pretty comfortable with her body, so she forgoes gender affirming surgeries, but she does start estrogen in her mid-late 20's, which is a game changer because it makes it easier to present feminine when she wants to while also allowing her to present masculine when she wants to

He doesn't really ever come out to the team, because that's not his style. They can figure it out on their own. (If you assume she's cis that's on you etc.) And they do!!! Dani starts calling her "amiga" on tuesdays thursdays and saturdays and "amigo" on mondays wednesdays and fridays or something like that lmaooo

He does come out to Georgie and Simon tho <3 Georgie is not surprised at all and takes to adding "baby girl" and "my daughter" to her repertoire very quickly, and at the end of the day she's the person whose opinion matters most to Jamie, so it's just a huge weight off his shoulders

(Simon makes her a bi flag cake and is like "love is love <3" and Jamie is like. Hm. Well. Thank you. You're a little lost but thank you)

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Redefining Home

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

rating: M (tense relationship with parents, feelings of inadequacy, mentions of depression, din being the most soft!boy ever)

word count: 1.7k

welp this is just completely self indulgent since i’m a 24 year old student still living at home w my very texan/conservative father that will never admit that abuse can also be verbal, emotional, and financial. anyways, din is the comfort character i always go to for self indulgence. enjoy!

din masterlist

Your hand ached as it gripped the rough handle of the duffel bag, your feet trudging through sand as you left town, teary eyes pointed south. You’d left in such a hurry that you’d forgotten the scarf that you typically wrapped around your head to keep the dust and scorching heat from the suns off you, now feeling the consequences of your haste.

The day had started out as most—a quiet, agreed upon silence as you stirred awake mid-afternoon, the effects of this ever-looming dark cloud above your psyche beginning to take its toll again. There was always an inkling before it happened—like the faintest smell of rain before a storm or the slightest quake before the earth began to rattle beneath your feet. One moment you were scrubbing dishes in the sink, the next you were in a shouting match with your father, the two of you trading verbal stabs to each other’s hearts over and over.

You’re wasting the life I worked so hard to give you…I work myself to the bone to be able to provide for this family…You’re ungrateful…Disrespectful…Remember who pays the bills next time you want to call me a bad father.

His growled shouts were nothing compared to your low blows, your tears holding themselves back and allowing your rage to take over.

He never once stopped to think about why you were wasting away in your bedroom. Never accepted the blame for his absence, veiled by his proud declarations of being the best provider he could be. Constantly through your dependence on him in your face when no other insults landed the way he’d hoped.

It must’ve been a hard thing for him to wrap his mind around. One minute you were a little girl, the spitting image of himself, desperate to earn her father’s company and affection, the next you were a foul-mouthed, rage-filled, free thinker ready to spit back venom just like he always did. He must’ve not realized you’d been watching him so closely growing up, but now it was clear that you hadn’t just been studying his tactics—you’d been improving on them.

After it all became too much, the rage slowly building into a deep, aching sorrow for the little girl inside you that still so desperately craved her father’s love, you rushed into your room and packed away the pile of clothes you hadn’t had the energy to deal with in the corner of the room. Your hands shook as you struggled to find your necessities and anything you thought might be of value in case it got bad enough that you’d have to sell them.

He tried to call your name as you walked out, always ready to kick you out until he saw you actually doing it. You didn’t listen. You knew this story well enough by now to know that this would never change. He would never change.

But there was one man you could always count on. One man that gave you hope that there were still good things in this world.

Din Djarin.

He was warm, and soft, and attentive, and Maker did he care about you. You couldn’t count the amount of times you came running to his tiny fortress in the desert seeking comfort, seeking shelter, seeking him. He never wanted you to leave once you arrived, at times begging you to just stay and get away for good, but you could do that. Couldn’t and wouldn’t rely on another man so heavily—not even one that you loved and that loved you back.

But this was different. This argument felt…final.

“Mesh’la?” He asked as you finally reached the edge of his land, Din outside welding a speederbike, his child sitting on the sand beside him. He took one look at your state and you could hear a deep, sympathetic sigh escape through his modulator. “Come here.”

He tugged you into a hug, his armor cold and bulky, the flight suit beneath it smelling of oil and metal, but the way his touch flooded your senses with comfort easily made up for it.

At the sound of your sobbing into his neck, he pulled back, cradling your dust-covered cheeks in his gloved hands, swiping the dirt away along with the tears.

“Come inside, let’s take a bath.” He ordered, your head nodding in his hold before he let go, picking up his child before returning his touch, his hand on the small of your back as he walked you inside. “Here, let me take your bag.”

“Thank you, Din.” You mumbled through a faint and broken voice, causing him to freeze a bit at the sound as he carried your bag into his sleeping quarters.

“Mesh’la, you don’t need to thank me,” he reminded as he returned to the living area, seeing you sat on his tiny sofa with Grogu in your lap, the child’s hand on your face.

He released the pressure of his helmet before slipping it off, setting down on the table before doing the same with his armor, little by little seeming more human and less like the invulnerable man everyone else viewed him as.

Crouching down in front of you, he gave you a soft smile. You reached your hand out to tickle beneath his chin, Din’s bare hand now grabbing yours and pressing your palm to his lips.

“Come on,” He tugged you up by your hand, your other arm cradling the child as you followed him to the refresher. You watched as he bent over the tub to turn on the hot water, your muscles already relaxing at the sound. Din turned back and scooped Grogu out of your arms, ordering you to strip down and get in while he puts the kid down for a nap.

You did as he asked, peeling off your dirty clothes and leaving them in the hamper. With a roll of your neck, you stepped into the shower, the pressure and hot water slowly ridding you of the sand and sorrow you were bathed in. You heard him walking in a few minutes later, making quick work of his layers before hopping in behind you, hugging you tight and peppering your shoulders with kisses. You leaned your head back to rest in the crook of his neck, his kisses traveling to the side of your face.

“Want to talk about it?” He mumbled against you, your head shaking. “Okay.”

“I feel so…inadequate.” You whispered, Din hardly able to hear you even with his ear resting against your cheek. His brows furrowed as he turned you around, eyes searching your sullen face as you peered up at him. “The stuff he said—“

“Doesn’t matter.” He interjected, his voice stern as to drill it in your head.

“But they’re true,” you shrugged, a tear rolling down your cheeks only to be immediately swiped away by his thumb. “I am a waste of life.”

“You’re not—“ He breathed a breath of patience, his eyes closing at the sound of something so self-cruel leaving your lips. He hated thinking that you were actually starting to buy into this. With his eyes opening, he leaned in a bit and held your face in his hands to make sure you were hearing him. “You are not a waste of life. Don’t ever say that. Don’t ever think that. Your life means so much to me, to your friends, to…anyone who has the honor of knowing you. Your father’s words are not law—they hold no weight. Please do not let his broken edges cut you so deep. You don’t deserve it.”

You couldn’t say anything in response, the aching lump in your throat preventing you to speak even if you found the words to convey how much he meant to you. Instead, you pulled him down for a harsh, searing kiss—as though his lips against yours were the bandage to finally close this wound in your soul. He hugged you tight, pulling your face to rest in the nook of his neck while he whispered soft, sweet nothings in your ear.

It was hours later, the suns having set and the cool of the desert now creeping into Din’s home. You laid in his bed, the two of you holding each other, fingers trailing over skin, mapping out each freckle and scar to memorize it by heart. He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you laid on his chest, palm flattening against the warm skin that was the only place on his body to be free from scars thanks to his chest-plate.

“Stay here,” he whispered, running his fingertips up and down your shoulder. “Make this your home.”

“I don’t want you to feel obligated to care for me.” You lifted your head, resting your chin on his peck as you looked at him.

“I don’t feel obligated to help you, I feel compelled to love you. There’s a difference, cyar’ika.” He reminded, his free hand combing your hair back. “Do you feel safe here?” You nodded. “Do you feel loved?” You nodded again, this time giving him a smile. “Do you feel at home with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then stay. Let this be your home. Let me show you that home doesn’t have to feel so…hard. Let me give you what you’ve always deserved.” You nodded, hardly letting him finish his sentence before you were pulling him down into a kiss, Din’s body rolling you over to cage you in, his kiss radiating affection and devotion. “You’ll stay?”

You watched him pull away, eyes searching yours as he hovered over you. You reached up and stroked your thumb over his bottom lip, voice cracking with absolute adoration as you nodded. “Yes, Din. I want to be home with you. Thank you for—”

“What did I say about thanking me, mesh’la?” He smiled down and pecked your lips one more time. “I love you. Now let’s get some sleep, I know you’re exhausted.”

“Thank y—“ you cut yourself off, chuckling at his eyebrow raise. “I love you too.”

Though the ache in your chest wouldn’t leave overnight, you could feel hope swelling inside of you as you drifted to sleep in his arms. You’d never felt this loved by anyone, never felt so at home before. As you dreamt, your mind painted vivid pictures of a happy life—a life certainly not wasted, a life filled with love. A redefined idea of home, here in Din’s arms.

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[ohshy]

more punch out headcanons

- I imagine every circuit has a person who tries to be friends or atleast on good terms w/ everyone. For the minor circuit it's Disco Kid, for the major circuit it's Bear Hugger, and for the world circuit it's Soda Popinski.

- Disco kid's very good at figure skating. He’s currently teaching SMM how to do it, with mixed results. Macho, like Doc has commented, can spin very well, but his landings leave a lot to be desired. Macho freaks out every time he does, afraid he'll ruin his pearly whites.

- So-called free thinkers (Glass Joe) when la Marseille starts playing

- SMM was born into a rich family. As a kid, he was able to practice any hobby he wanted to. Boxing was one he happened to have the most talent for. Like Macho Man, Disco Kid comes from riches as well. Unlike Macho man, however, Disco is as nice as can be, but doesn't take boxing as seriously.

- King hippo being 6 plus foot atleast + big n muscular as hell + resting bitch face + deep voice = accidentally intimidates people all the time. The funny thing is, however, he's actually the runt of his family. His ma n pop are 7 foot and 7'5 foot respectively

- The reason poor Von Kaiser is as traumatized as he is, is due to severe bullying at school because of his tics. that’s what happened in the slideshow; his trauma triggered from kids laughing at him.

- Von Kaiser 🤝 Piston Hondo being bullied as kids over their tics

- King Hippo? More like King AUTISM

- Bear Hugger knows a lot about survival in the wild, and loves camping out. Once, he invited the whole WVBA on a big camping trip. Big mistake, several people (namely SMM, Aran Ryan and Don Flamenco) littered, used a ton of ozone unfriendly sprays to get rid of bugs and were either disgusted by (SMM and Don flamenco) or pestering (Aran Ryan) the animals. As a result of this fiasco, he only invites trusted people on his camping trips anymore.

- Piston Honda's dad is a poet, and taught his son all about all kinds of japanese proverbs, which is why Honda's always reciting them during intermissions.

- SMM’s crowd, when they’re not booing him or throwing produce at him, sometimes sing the song ‘’Macho Man’’ by the Village People at him. Why? Because it's funny and they're doing it ironically. SMM is completely unaware of this though; he thinks they're admiring him.

- SMM often hosts ''Best Circuit'' parties for the world circuit. Bald Bull and Mr. Sandman will stand in the corner awkwardly watching the others dance, while Aran and Soda absolutely KILL it on the dance floor. Aran will also often embarrass Macho in front of ladies he's trying to flirt with.

[junglemax]

How would YOU book the next Dynamite and or Double or Nothing? c:

holy shit what a question?? this was such a thinker omg. im going w booking don cause that’s a little easier i think. tbf most of the matches im happy w (like swerve and christian? chefs kiss. would not change a thing) BUT (had to add a read more bc it was so long…):

anarchy in the arena is mostly good but like even as a huge darby fan im surprised they chose him and not daniel garcia to be eddie’s replacement. darby only makes sense for an opposite to jack. danny has history w everyone else on team aew…it rly was either pick someone who knows their team or pick someone who knows their enemy which. as per last anarchy in the arena . being able to work well w ur teammates is literally key to winning and darby doesn’t know his team very well! (at least i don’t think so…..)

now IF anarchy wasn’t happening the way it was (i can’t think of any other groups that could go there) i would put the tnt belt on jack so fast LOL. sorry copeland but jackie boy is looking a little naked w/o it. let him have a decent, long-ish run bc we all knows he’s gonna lose his belt first out of everyone….

for me, personally, i want toni storm vs abadon…..movie star vs movie monster. do u see my vision….

i see bbg vs death triangle which is all good and well . but i want to belt up top flight so badly w the trios titles…those boys DESERVE IT!!!!

acclaimed is team aew right? they should wrestle the righteous + lance archer. it’d be funny. (this would also very specifically be a pre show match)

in my vision jericho has lost the ftw belt right before don so I don’t have to see his dumbass on my tv screen. i don’t want hook to have it tho- and this is probably super dumb of me to say so feel free to call me out for it- but i would give joe the ftw title. it’d be incredibly funny and he can wrestle big bill instead of jericho. we all win in the end.

trent and orange should have first happened AT don but i would specifically make it a death match of some kind

they haven’t announced it yet but like they’re gonna have mox vs takeshita at don for the iwgp title right? that can happen. ospreay and roderick strong can also stay as well as willow/mercedes (BUT WILLOW IS WINNING FULL STOP.)

i cannot think of anymore matches but like . i want mjf to come back, wardlow can be kicked out of the undisputed kingdom, christian and adam copeland can maybe start to see eye to eye again……this whole thing was probably a very shit take but i appreciate this ask so much LOL thank u friend <333

[cupiare]

my so called free thinker dad trying to argue w me on the topic of palestine when his only source of information has been romanian news outlets 😐 it is always morally right to call ur dad a moron in public btw

[pink-wooloo]

Hey there! If you're still taking requests, may I suggest a prompt? Gordie and Champion! Reader who are always at eachother's throats till Gordie pulls a "You want me so bad it makes you look stupid". Champion! Reader definitely has a crush on him but sees him as a rival, so doesn't know how to express it.

A lot of people like Gordie around here! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Rivals to lovers || Gordie x Champion! reader

"Sandshrew, Earthquake!" You demanded your pokemon to follow. It obeyed your request, making the floor around Gordie's shuckle shatter and break. After this move, unfortunately for the Rock gym leader, his shuckle fainted, making you the winner once more. Your opponent clenched his fists and looked down before glaring back at you.

“Are you gonna cry?” You teased making this tear-wiping motion with your hands. He scoffed and crossed his arms, his brows furrowed as he heard you mocking him. It’s not that you did this out of nowhere, as Gordie has a liking to taunting you.

“Me? Cry? You wish!” He laughed dissing what you were saying, even though you knew it affected him because everyone knows he’s a sore loser. He gets mad and distances himself from others when he doesn’t earn the victory. You rolled your eyes and chuckled at the childish response Gordie gave you.

“Dude, everyone knows you’re the sorest loser ever! Just go cry to your mummy like you always do!” You chirped at him. He clenched his teeth, he hates when people call him a sore loser. Just because he’s not a huge fan of failing that doesn’t mean that he’s a ‘sore loser’. Of course, you knew very well that this bothered him, but did you care? No. At least you wanted to pretend you didn’t.

“I’m no sore loser! You’re the only weirdo who thinks that” He blustered at you, that being the only ‘insult’ he could come up with. He’s not that much of a quick thinker when it comes to insulting someone, and you always took advantage of this. You found it so funny when you teased him and he would just respond the same way a first-grader would.

“Am I? How about every other person that has fought against you and won?” You chuckled and put your hands on your hips trying to look more intimidating. 

“Gosh just shut up! You’re making these things up because I live in your head rent-free! You’re just in love with me or something” He roared at you. After hearing this, a pink tint spread across your cheeks. You were so enraged about what he said because it’s totally true, he does live in your head rent-free, you do notice these small things he does when he loses because he's the only one you look at every chance you get, you can’t help but notice all the small frowns and smirks, the clenching of fists, how he stomps his feet, and much more. It seemed like you were the only one who noticed.

“Me? In love with you?!” You sneered at his comment, trying to make him think that you are far from being in love with him when you’re clearly not. 

 “Baby you wish, but sadly you’re just out of my league” You added, mocking Gordie, but he didn’t seem too bothered by the comment, he actually began laughing which just frustrated you. Every opportunity he got he was going to be a total dickhead to you, and whenever you returned the attitude he would just laugh at you.

“I’m the one out of your league? I’m the Rock-type gym leader” You rolled your eyes at how full of himself he was. You looked back at him and smirked at the comment.

“Oh, my apologies! I forgot being a gym leader is more important than being the champion of the whole. Fucking. Region” You laughed at him. Gordie slowly approached you, his hands on his pockets and the look in his eyes was a look you don’t see very often. When he was close to you, he decided that’s not enough. His face got dangerously close to yours, both of your noses almost rubbing against each other.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked, your voice had gotten significantly softer than before, and your eyes sparkled at the sight of Gordie’s lips right next to yours. He chuckled before moving away and looking at you dead in the eyes.

“That’s all I needed to know” He purred, crossing his arms and waiting for a response from you… Was he kidding? Did he just do that? He just gave you a small spark of hope that, he might kiss you, to then pull away?!

“Dude was that?! Did you really need to do that?!” You complained, your cheeks lighting up. You weren’t mad at the fact that he got too close to you, you were mad at the fact that he just did it to get a reaction out of you… that was a shitty thing to do. To be honest, you knew that you probably were blowing it out of proportion, but you couldn’t help but be sad at how hopeful you got. You really thought that he was about to kiss you. 

"You want me so bad it makes you look stupid" He laughed still not taking his eyes off you. That was enough, you took a long breath before responding. You were trying to think of a way to mock him, but you decided you were not going to do that this time. Maybe doubling down would be the better idea now. You took his glasses off, so you made sure he was really looking at you.

“You know what? Yes. I do want you. I want you so bad I hate myself… I pretend I hate you just to make myself believe I do even though I know I don’t. I feel everything but hatred towards you… and honestly, I don’t know why. So now that you got what you wanted, go fuck yourself” You said looking at him while you said it. And you got what you were wishing for. It definitely caught him off guard. You turned around and just left. You really hoped that he would ask you to stop or something but that never happened. And you wanted to pretend like you didn’t care. 

_

You got to the small flat you owned, went to your fridge, got some ice cream, and laid in your sofa while watching tv. You really felt like you had just gotten rejected, and maybe you did. Honestly, you didn’t stay long enough to see his reaction after you confessed.

 It was around 10:00 pm and you were still laying on your sofa while you watched Joltik-man. You really loved Marvel and you thought peter parker was kinda hot. You were really immersed in the movie when suddenly someone knocked on the door. You thought it was the Flying taxi with the food you ordered. When you opened the door you found no other than Gordie standing there. You immediately changed your expression to a frown.

“What do you want, Gordie?” You asked, you just didn’t have the energy to ask nicely to be honest. Without any warning, he put his hands on your cheeks and just kissed you. Standing there, you just kissed back. When he pulled away, you frowned realizing what just happened, and pushed him away.

“Wow Gordie, you officially took your jokes too far,” You said and then tried to close the door but he put his foot in between the door and the doorframe so you couldn’t close it.

“Y/N I like you! How come you don’t get it?!” He exclaimed getting frustrated. You opened the door after hearing this. You were a little skeptical at first but then gave in, to be honest, you were just glad that he liked you back, you couldn’t have handled him coming to your house just to reject you.

“You really do?”

“Of course I do! You’re the only one who hasn’t realized yet”

A/N: Please tell me y'all got the Joltik-man joke (╥﹏╥)

[lifeintheworldtocome]

just got 2 asks in a row to do cecil w the carmelldansen palatte....... so called free thinkers when

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

The Whole World Is Right and I am Wrong

Stephen Jay Morris

7/10/2022

©Scientific Morality

There are millions upon billions of contradictions in this life. You try to sort them all out, then you get crossed-eyed confused. The problem with anti-intellectualism is that the unelected, self-proclaimed leaders of the masses can make the most stupid mistakes and nobody will complain about them because their IQs are lower than Holland’s land mass. The leaders will proclaim, “You don’t have to think for yourself; I will think for you.” How do you feel about thinking? As for me, I have no feelings about thinking. Taking measurements doesn’t require you to be happy or sad, or even, angry.

Now, the American Right is going on this stoic kick. They want all White males to be heartless warriors. They want you to die without tears. They want you “die like a man!” You ask how do I know this shit? Just listen to the cretins on the radio, Cable TV, YouTube, and Twitter. They are belittling “woke” folk for being what they say are “emotional, like females.” A bunch of dick-worshiping, sexist pigs, I’m telling you! Me thinks they love their dicks more than Jesus.

Since I was 22 years old, I’ve fallen short of being de rigueur. Well, I did try glitter rock as an ensemble, but it was for laughs and fun. So, I didn’t become a yuppie in the 80’s. I don’t pay any obeisance to the flag, God, guns, or money. To be a real free thinker, you need to have a real brain. I choose to be an a-social bohemian. I’ve known all along that America benefits from false advertising as being the best and the freest entity in the multiverse. Now, let me declare to you Right wing, paranoid, freaks: I don’t want to take away your guns, religion, or freedom. I want to take away your ignorance. That’s it!

Compare a Christian university to a secular university, who do you think has the bigger library? You go into a Christian library and there is only one there book there: the King James Bible. It’s almost the same in the former Soviet Union. Their library had only Karl Marx books. Go into a free, public library and you’ve got thousands of books to choose from!

Now, my last point; and I don’t want to belabor this point but, since I am an anti-nationalist miscreant, I will indulge myself. The reason the evangelicals hate Islam, Communism, and wokeness is because, like in Capitalism, the Theocratic mobsters are competing for world dominance. But it is the S.O.S. (aka: “Same Old Shit”). Totalitarianism comes in all sizes, shapes, and colors. The evangelicals are no different than the ʿAshariyyah of Iran. Sorry—I don’t want to in live a Corporate Theocratic State.

The Millennials are far more educated than the Baby Boomers and Generation X put together. I mean, damn! This generation has used computers since the second grade! Intelligence and objective truth have a Left wing bias. The Millennial's lean Left and the Conservativea are shitting bricks about it. 1+1=2. If God says it’s 3, and you believe it, then you will be lost forever. Don’t give me this shit that you “want America back!” So do the Native Americans! Physical reality wants the Earth back. Humans are fucking it up! Let’s give the Earth back to the world!

My generation is dying a slow death because medical science is keeping us alive. Life expectancy in the 18th Century was 35 years old. Our forefathers were rich, White guys who could afford to be educated. Not only that, they were Theists who believed that God didn’t want his creations to be dependent upon him; that God wanted humans to think for themselves. They also believed in science. They were intelligent enough to know that science was a methodology to discover the truth about something; that it was not a force to destroy Christianity.

We now have a collective of morons who are rooting for a Civil War. They are so fucking stupid, they don’t know the difference between a “counter-revolution” and a Civil War.

Somebody called me out saying that, when I use the word “stupid,” I am being ableist. A person with a mental disability can’t help being intellectually challenged. However, a normal, healthy brain can be willfully ignorant. The adjective, “stupid,” is not an Ethnic epithet, like “nigger” is. Willful ignorance will destroy America—not the Le

[yourreddancer]

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

June 18, 2022 (Saturday)

Of all we have heard at the hearings of the House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the U.S. Capitol, Judge J. Michael Luttig’s testimony on Thursday stands out. Luttig is a leading conservative thinker, a giant in Republican legal circles, who worked in the Reagan administration, was appointed by President George H. W. Bush to a federal judgeship, and was on the short-list for a Supreme Court seat during President George W. Bush’s term. In January 2021, then–vice president Mike Pence’s staff turned to him for support to make sure Pence didn’t agree to count out electors; Luttig opposed the scheme absolutely. 

Luttig’s words carry weight among Republican lawmakers. On Thursday, Judge Luttig examined the ongoing danger to democracy and located it not just on former president Donald Trump and his enablers, but on the entire Republican Party of today, the party that embraces the Big Lie that Trump won the 2020 election, the party that continues to plan to overturn any election in which voters choose a Democrat.

“[T]he former president and his party are today a clear and present danger for American democracy,” Luttig reiterated to NPR’s All Things Considered

. And, as if in confirmation, delegates to a convention of the Texas Republican Party today approved platform planks rejecting “the certified results of the 2020 Presidential election, and [holding] that acting President Joseph Robinette Biden Jr. was not legitimately elected by the people of the United States”; requiring students “to learn about the dignity of the preborn human,” including that life begins at fertilization; treating homosexuality as “an abnormal lifestyle choice”; locking the number of Supreme Court justices at 9; getting rid of the constitutional power to levy income taxes; abolishing the Federal Reserve; rejecting the Equal Rights Amendment; returning Christianity to schools and government; ending all gun safety measures; abolishing the Department of Education; arming teachers; requiring colleges to teach “free-market liberty principles”; defending capital punishment; dictating the ways in which the events at the Alamo are remembered; protecting Confederate monuments; ending gay marriage; withdrawing from the United Nations and the World Health Organization; and calling for a vote “for the people of Texas to determine whether or not the State of Texas should reassert its status as an independent nation.”  (JEEZUS, THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF THE AMERICAN TALIBAN!!!)

Luttig said that Republicans must start speaking to Democrats as ”fellow Americans that have a shared destiny and shared hopes and dreams for America.” “We cannot have in America either political party behaving itself like the Republican Party has since the 2020 election.” I’ve been thinking a lot since Thursday of Luttig’s clear-eyed view of the dangers we face in this country today, and of his willingness to cast aside old political loyalties to call them out in order to protect our democracy.

They remind me of nothing so much as Abraham Lincoln’s description of the way northerners reacted to the 1854 passage of a law permitting the spread of enslavement into western lands from which it had previously been excluded. The passage of that law woke up Americans who had not been paying attention, and convinced them to work across old political lines to stop oligarchs from destroying democracy. 

Northerners were “thunderstruck and stunned; and we reeled and fell in utter confusion. But we rose each fighting, grasping whatever he could first reach—a scythe—a pitchfork—a chopping axe, or a butcher's cleaver” to push back against the oligarchic enslavers, Lincoln later said. Regardless of where they started politically, they stood up for democracy together. And while they came from different parties, he said, they were “still Americans; no less devoted to the continued Union and prosperity of the country than heretofore.”

Over the course of the next decade, that new coalition argued and struggled and took the nation in an entirely new direction. It fought and won a war that involved more than two million men and cost more than $5 billion, established our first national money, welcomed immigrants, created public colleges, invented the income tax, gave farmers land, built transcontinental railroads, and—finally—ended human enslavement in the U.S. except as punishment for a crime for which a person had been duly convicted. And, of course, it saved the nation from those seeking to destroy it.

“[T]o my knowledge, I’ve never spoken publicly a single word of politics,” Luttig told NPR about his extraordinary statements. In a later note he added: “I wanted to do this for America and I understood I had an obligation to do it for America. It was my ‘moment’ in my life to stand up, step forward, and bear witness to what I believe and what I do not believe.”

[levisgirll]

Hello! Can you please do a Levi headcanon/scenario where he hurts his crush's feelings and makes her cry but later regrets it and tries to apologise to her? Thanks!

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

➡text: Hello there!! And omg of course I would be happy to write this out 🥺 the fact that to see levi apologize or own up to his mistakes is something that I would like to even write about- so thank you for this request! I hope you love it anon ♥ (incoming some fluff and you wont regret it!)

synopsis:  it was a long tiring day and with under pressure levi ackerman had, he accidently said something to y/n (his crush!) which hurt her feelings. levi feels terrible and to make it up for it, made y/n realize that levi and her might share the same feelings for each other.

fluff, angst, aot world, imagine fanfiction ♡ —

It was a long stressful day at the Survey crops headquarters building, and Captain Levi was assigned with many paper work to get done with.

The last expedition made Levi worry quite a lot for Y/N and her safety. Sure she was skilled, and a fast thinker but that still did not stop Levi from worrying about her. It was because he was the captain he had to worry about his squad....right?

But after Y/N getting hurt on the last expedition because she is kind of ‘reckless’ to what Levi thinks and used as an excuse, his heart sank and he then realized not only did he care about her too much, but he also developed feelings for her and with time it grew. Just her presence, the way she was, caring, friendly, confident, her natural beauty and a badass made him fall for her more.

But ever since on that day, he blamed himself for her getting injured because she was on his squad team.

The upcoming expedition was next month and he was becoming even more stressed and load with paperwork because it was a bigger mission this time they never had. Y/N obviously noticed that so after having a chat with Hanji she went by to his office and entered inside. They become more comfortable with each other so she was pleased to enter his office whenever she wanted to.

“Hi Levi, how are you?” she said with a bright smile, trying to light up the mood that was surrounding in his office.

“What do you think sherlock?” He spoke in a sarcastic tone and then let out a deep sigh. “O-Oh, Um I was wondering if you would like some help with the paperwork? I am free the whole day.” Her kind gestures always somehow warmed his heart, he liked the fact how in her free time she would always visit Levi and try her best to help him. But tonight was different, it was too much pressure loaded on him, he was not thinking straight.

He didn't respond to her offer and instead he got up from his seat behind the desk and gave her a piece of paper. “Read.” Was what he only said.

You took the paper from him and noticed....you were removed him Levi’s squad! “W-What....why.” You said so quietly but it had a very unhappy tone.

“You know why. You are too reckless, and I don't want that in my squad.” He lied and looked away, it was not because of your recklessness and never was because you were brave and perceptive. But in fact, it was because he wanted to keep you safe and away from harm because this time his squad was placed on the front and he moved you all the way on the back where it was safer. He does not want to lose you.

“I-I don't understand Levi...I though you trusted me-”

“Yea I don't trust you, and I clearly don't have time for you either.” You couldn't believe what he was saying to you, this behavior was out of nowhere and it made absolutely no sense! But, he was your source of motivation and inspiration and when he said that to you, it shattered your heart to pieces. You thought he had faith and trust in you and that's why he added you to his squad, you thought....you were important to him. Well, was important.

“Levi, please this makes no sense. At least explain to me why!” You yelled out, demanding an explanation for what the hell was evening going on.

“Don't argue with me.” He now gave you one of his hateful glares, and you know in a million years you would never be getting that from him, you were completely taken aback now. “Leave now! That’s an order L/N”.

You eyes were widen now, and your eyes were slowly starting to tear up. These words, completely damaged you and your feelings, he even called you by your last name which he never does. You never felt so hurt and your stomach sank which left you static and....heartbroken. Hearing this is a ego-killer for you. The paper you held slowly fell off from your hand, and you brought your hand up to cover your eyes and started to softly sob.

He noticed that quickly, and he wanted to come and comfort you but before he could do that you stormed off, slamming his door, y/n never wanting to see his face again.

Levi took a moment to process everything and then realized he had actually messed up everything. Both of you were so close and the bond and moments you both shared, Levi cherished that deeply. But, he ruined everything, shattered the bond, and now actually ironically losing you. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes tightly, “Fuck...The fuck is wrong with me?! Why am I so damn emotional.” And it was a fact, he was that when he bottled everything up and then let out his steam saying some bullshit.

It was days, and he didn’t even see or hear about Y/N. He did not get any sleep, staying up, overthinking his stupid mistake and regretting this all. His gilt, anger towards himself and grief started to grow by each day, hating himself how he hurt the person he had a crush on and someone he adored a lot which then lead to him thinking how to come to you with his true and deepest apology.

He tried to catch any chance to get you whenever you are alone and say apologize, but whenever he saw you, you would just jolt and try to run away and leave the place.

He then noticed from Hanji and the other scouts such as Armin and Mikasa that you were clearly avoiding Levi. He caught you by chance one evening as you were sitting down in the mass hall eating your sandwich alone so cutely and he just missed seeing that sight whenever you both had breaks and he would watch you eat cheerfully but....you were so down, that spirt was gone.

He was approaching you, and you then noticed that and felt your stomach sink, ‘Is he coming to me? Wait...he is, it’s only me here!’ You thought in your mind, panicking and not knowing what to do.

”Good evening.” He uttered, but you noticed there was some nervousness in that tone.

You did not look up at him and you left your sandwich that was half eaten on the plate, and got up. You lost your appetite, and you proceed to leave the mass hall, but you stopped in your steps when you heard Levi yell out. “No...d-don’t go. Please just stay for a bit.” The way he said it, was under such pain and he it sounded as if he was begging you. He really struggled doing this, but he would do it regardless if it was just to speak to you again for a bit.

He caught up to you, and took your wrist while his thumb was caressing your skin. You were still looking down, not wanting to see his face because you knew if you did now, you would tear up again.

“Can we talk please?” He said really quietly, and if the mass hall was not empty you wouldn't be able to grasp what he had said. Levi was clearly tensed and not sure if what he was doing is right, he never done this before, apologizing and talking about his feelings. But he would only, and only do this for the person he loved. Y/N.

“What do you want?” it came out more coldly then you expected and that made him hesitate. He remembered the image of your expression and you sobbing that day and it is still graved in his mind. He cant seem to get it out his head and he wanted to hear your forgiveness so it could go away.

“I fucked up, I know. But fuck, I...miss you.” He finally said, in a nervous and stuttering tone. He now moved his hand from your wrist to your soft and cold hands, and you could feel his warmth, warming your hand.

He brought up his other free hand and placed his palm on his forehead. Clearly this was hard for him and he felt such a jerk and an idiot cause all his words is now gone and he wasn’t sure how to say how apologetic he was and how you meant the world to him really.

But he know thought, How could he do this to someone who regularly checked on him, cared for him and also actually saw him as a normal person unlike the other scouts who thought he was heartless and just labeled as ‘strongest solider’. Y/N was the only who truly cared for his wellbeing and he admired that a lot. “Hey....I’m sorry. Everything I said wasn’t right. T-To be honest it was your bravery that made me fall for you...and care a lot more about you. So, please tell me What should I do to make it up for you?”

This caused you to finally look up to him and staring at his grey eyes, and after such a long time you were able to see his face clearly and close up which never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You stared at him for quite awhile, kind of surprised to what he said and the fact he was holding your hand meant a lot. But Levi took this as you still not wanting to talk to him, he wanted to say more and better things but he was quite bad formulating any more cause it him nervous and afraid to say something else to upset you further. He really did care about your feelings. “I won’t go....till I hear your answer. I waited long enough.”

You spoke, and after a long time hearing your voice this nearly made him tear up and that was because you were a big part of his life. “I can’t stay mad at you forever, so I forgive you. But, you hurted me and I cant forget that easily. But for now, Just....hold me.” You went near him and now placed both of your hands on his chest. He did not waste any second and pulled you in for a hug. It was probably his first time hugging you like this and he never knew it would make him have this fuzzy and sweet feeling like this. Of course, he would hold on to your waist, arm and shoulders sometimes during battle or when you needed some support to get up and move. But this was different, and he questioned himself how he never considered that.

Y/N and Levi both finally made up with each other, and he was really grateful for that and even the fact you forgave someone like Levi, he felt really lucky.

Of course, it will take some time for you to accept his apology, but he wont give up just yet and he really makes an effort everyday, you guys took it slow and he is more than willing to wait for you ♥

As, regret and remorse can lead a person to feel sorrow, this can cause a sense of sorrow for hurting someone such as Levi’s crush, and even though it was bad, this lead to him finally confessing and saying his true apology if it weren’t for this. Time is a healing process after all.

Once you finally sat down with Levi and talked back (after the countless times he tried to initiate a conversation or start something such as cleaning together but never got much a reaction from you) and had a small conversation with him asking how was his day. This melted his heart and he actually felt really happy inside that you finally started to speak to him. He missed your company, your sweet voice, and....that smile.

You surprised him further when you gave him tea (because he gave you so many things to somehow make you smile) and his eyes lit up, Levi never felt so happy in the last few weeks. Then he knew, that you. y/n, was his light and source of happiness. He drank the tea slowly cherishing it.

wow okay this was kind of emotional then I excepted it to be, but I honestly see a scenario like this happening where levi struggles and tries his best to own up his mistake and apologize and he would only be like this if it was to his crush and someone he loved cause this man gets nervous <3 so please y/n, give him some more hugs, he might not seem to ask for any but he is deeply inside craving for it. It’s his best comfort as it is coming from you! Anyways, please leave a like or a reblog if you enjoyed this and I hope you liked this anon 💖

[blu-joons]

DATING SEVENTEEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Hansol Vernon Chwe

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

Vernon is a big fan of affection, he’s big on cuddles and loves to hold your hand at any opportunity that he can. Affection is a good distraction for him when he wants to focus on something else, often focusing on your hands instead.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

You’d met by sheer coincidence when you accidentally walked into the wrong room on your first day at Pledis. Luckily, Vernon was on hand to lead you back into the right direction, but not before he’d also slipped his number into your pocket, just in case you ended up getting lost again and needed him to help you out.

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

Confessing to you left Vernon terrified for quite some time, for a while you’d sensed that something had been off with him whenever the two of you met up. You tried to push it to one side, but eventually, on one evening together, you just had to ask him what was going on. The plan that he did have to confess was thrown out of the window as he told you there and then what had been really going on in his mind.

D ⇴ DATES 

Your dates are often spent watching movies, either at the dorm or the theatre. You know all too well how much Vernon loves franchises, and with that, the two of you have a lot of movie marathons. You’ll be bundled underneath your duvets all day with plenty of snacks in between you both whilst you watch whatever Vernon has usually chosen. Even if he’s watched the movies a thousand times before, he’ll never say no to watching it again, especially now he’s got you for company to join him too.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

The whole dating experience made Vernon very nervous, he was worried about putting his foot wrong or making a mistake. It took him a while to really feel comfortable around you and trust in himself too to do the right thing. He put a lot of thought into even the smallest things that he did, and even though there were times when he was easy going, he never wanted that to be mistaken as not caring. If anything, Vernon cared too much about making sure that his first relationship was as perfect as he hoped.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Arguments between the two of you weren’t very common, these were the times when Vernon’s easy-going personality really came to the forefront. If you had a grumble or complaint, he’d listen and work on it, still with a smile on his face. It takes a tremendous lot for you to push his buttons to a point where he wants to argue with you. There are times when he feels like he has to bite his tongue, but he acknowledges that arguing is natural between couples, and that he’s far from perfect. Once you’ve told him what the problem is, he’ll never fail to fix it right away so the two of you can move on.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You were welcomed very quickly into his family, especially by his sister. She loved having another girl around who could wind Vernon up which certainly helped with integrating you into the family. As happy as Vernon was to see the two of you getting along, he was still bitter that the two of you constantly teased him.

H ⇴ HOME 

The two of you spent a lot of time in his room at the dorm, enjoying your own space. Vernon wasn’t huge on finding a place of your own just yet, but as soon as you’d begin to weigh up a few options about what you could do in the future, he’d definitely be open to starting to do a bit of house hunting with you.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

You were the first to say, ‘I love you,’ when Vernon returned from his first tour. You never imagined that home could become such a quite place, but not having him around really took you by surprise. As soon as you saw him, you just couldn’t help but blurt those three little words out before Vernon even had the chance to say, ‘I’m home!’

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

Being jealous wasn’t something that Vernon tended to experience, he trusted a lot in people, and most of all, in you. The biggest sign you’d normally get when something wasn’t quite right, would be his smile dropping. He would never say anything to anyone, but as soon as the two of you are alone and you ask him what’s going on, he’ll tell you, and you, only. It’s not something he likes in himself, and he tries hard to brush any situations that make him jealous aside like they’re nothing. But he’s human, and he knows there are times when jealousy can’t be helped.

K ⇴ KIDS 

Starting a family was something Vernon often thought about when he was with you. Whenever the two of you began to talk about the future, his mind would naturally wonder to begin to think about children. It was a topic that he was very nervous to bring up around you, because if you started talking about children, Vernon wouldn’t be able to stop, he’d surprise you often by how well planned out his future was.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

If there’s one person around you who can be guaranteed to always be wearing a smile, it’s Vernon. If you ever see him without a smile, then you know something’s wrong. He knows he’s cute too, and aegyo is definitely a good friend of his when he wants to try and put a smile on your face. He loves to joke around and make the most out of his time with you, and best of all, he loves ticklish. If Vernon is ever not smiling, your hands will be attacking his waist in an instant as you know it’s the best solution. He’ll try and fight you off, but he’ll be too lost in his laughter to even try and be able to put up just a bit of a fight.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Being on the road is hard for him, whilst he’ll wear a smile around every single member of the crew and the team, his eyes will often tell a different story. There’ll be plenty of moments where he’ll end up drifting out of conversation because he finds himself thinking about you, and not paying attention to what he’s being told. Whilst the boys will never make him feel bad about missing you, they’ll often encourage him to go and ring you if he needs it. They know that he wants to protect the group when he misses you, but as with so many other things, he’s human, and he can’t keep up the smile forever, even if he wants too.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

You’ll often shorten his name to ‘vern,’ when you want him, if he ever hears you call him ‘Vernon,’ then he’ll be pretty certain that he’s done something wrong. His full name is usually only ever used when you’re angry at him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

He’s obsessed with your hands, his favourite time is when they’re drawing patterns around his body which he can focus on, to forget about the outside world.

P ⇴ PDA 

Affection in public isn’t something that Vernon does often, he’ll often get incredibly shy, even if he’s just holding your hand. He’ll often find himself being put in articles with blushed cheeks because a pap has photographed a photo of the two of you, he just can’t help but getting incredibly flushed when he’s around you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

He can be quite a deep thinker at times, so he’ll often ask you questions to get yourselves into pretty deep discussions. The topics are often very random, but Vernon loves unfolding them and exploring so much about them too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

Having family split between South Korea and America is hard for him, he barely ever has the time to visit them. Whenever he gets a break in his schedule, the two of you end up playing a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide which members of his family you’ll visit that time. He can never choose between the two sides, so he much prefers to leave it to fate to see where the two of you end up travelling to.

S ⇴ SEX 

He’ll often get very shy during intimacy, the close proximity between the two of you will make his heart flutter uncontrollably. Vernon will love when he can feel your hands around his body, they’re always very warm and comforting to him. It’s often a very romantic time, Vernon puts a lot of thought into things, he’s not one for a quick fix, he likes to take his time and make sure that it’s always special for you.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

Throughout the day you’ll often receive texts from Vernon just to see how you are. His mind will often wonder to you whenever he has a moment free, and so naturally, he’ll text you too to let you know you’re in his thoughts.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

Even though everyone knows him as the cute member of the group, even the rest of the members have never seen Vernon as shy as he is when he’s around you. He just can’t help but get nervous whenever he’s around you.

V ⇴ VACATION 

If there’s ever free time, then it will be spent visiting family. When the two of you aren’t visiting either side of his family, you’ll be visiting your own. Vernon makes sure to make time for your family too whenever he has free time, he wants you to see your loves ones just as much as he wants to go and see his own.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Vernon isn’t someone that will whine, if he wants your attention then he’ll usually just go very quiet and not be able to meet your eye.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

Just like his hugs, his kisses are very frequent too. Whenever he looks away from you because he’s getting shy, you’ll be right beside him, kissing against his red cheeks until he looks at you again. If he refuses, you’ll throw in a few tickles too until he’s kissing you back. Kisses from you are definitely a weakness for Vernon, no matter how shy, mad, unhappy, or moody he is, just a couple of kisses from you will do the trick and brighten the mood.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his weakness; he was completely infatuated with you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

Together you’d always fall asleep close together, he’d often be the big spoon as he liked to hold you against his chest and be the one to keep you safe. For you, falling asleep over his heart is always a comfort too.

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