#taking the sweet with the sour

[miramelo]

Sweet grape be upon u🫵

The now and then:

Daniel undersuit allows Lex and his people to see his vitals 24/7 which is why he uses it most of the time, be it under his clothes or just the suit while hanging around in his own bedroom(is comfortable!!). It also has the bonus of making feel safe

His PR team is going for a bright, approachable and young vibe so they let him have long hair(because "is relatable and against the usual gender norms, which will win over the younger population"). Is also why his costume is look-at-me-green(which is a good color to hide his blood)

His handlers in the auction wanted him to look older, sharp and neat(ugh, which is why he becomes hostile/dry towards people like the Bats or teen heroes who think nothing can be too bad

[robiinurheart33]

CHAPTER 22 SPOILERS FOR THE NEON VOID‼️‼️

Haha wdym no I didn’t read the chapter almost one month after it came out wdym that’s crazy haha

ANYWAYS NEON VOID BRAINROT ANYONE?? As usual a magnificent read what can I say @sugarpasteltmnt is SO SO talented after I read this chapter I stared off into space for like a solid minute before laughing hysterically like Leo because MY GOD the adrenaline rush is so real. What compliment can I say that hasn’t been said about this fic. It gives me such goosebumps and the action sequences are just. Muah. Breathtaking. I cannot wait to read the next chapter and keep up the good work!! /lh /all pos

(Clicks for Palestine!!!)

[alaina-starling]

“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?”

~.Soft whispers in the dark.~

[Yang Jeongin x Fem!Reader]

summary: Jeongin’s been busy and doesn’t want to talk to you, he tries to ignore you but you’re just so goddamn persistent and annoying

genre: angst with comfort ♡ ۵

warning: swearing (watch your profanity), mentioned drunk jeongin, mentions of abusive ex, reader flinching, suggestive

note: sorry if there are triggers here, please tell me if there are more to add in the warnings. the praying session is just you screaming jesus basically, also hardly used Y/n here

Masterlist

The door to your apartment creaks open and you smile despite the sound of the old door. You turn around, abandoning the chicken you were frying on the pan to greet your boyfriend.

“You should get that fixed. It’s fucking annoying.” Jeongin scoffs, setting his bag down on the coffee table in the living room. He shrugs his shoes off, not bothering to put it where it belongs.

Your mood plummets, smile faltering. “Oh, alright I guess… I’ll have the food ready in a few minutes. Please prepare the plates.” You respond sadly, returning your attention to the chicken where you find that one is slightly burnt and for a moment you’re tempted to give that one to Jeongin.

You shake your head, what are you even thinking? He’s just tired.

Even though ten minutes have passed you don’t hear the clinking of plates being placed on the glass dining table.

“Baby? Are you preparing the-“ You get cut off by the tv turning on, then you hear the familiar voice of Sofia Vergara yelling at Stella.

You sigh, “Yeah babe, I’ll prepare it for you blah blah.”

~•~

A few days have passed since then and you still haven’t forgotten about it. That behavior becoming a daily for both of you.

You getting up early to make breakfast for both of you, leaving for work, coming home to the dishes you used for breakfast, a messy bed, and clothes scattered around the living room. You cleaning everything, making dinner and having to deal with your boyfriend who doesn’t want to talk to you, look at you, or be in the same room as you.

You feel him pulling away and it breaks your heart. He wasn’t always like this. No, he used to treat you to dinner, make fancy picnics, bring you to the beach. You used to have laugh filled conversations with your boyfriend, used to smile at his random flower deliveries to your work.

Now you can only reminisce. All those sweet moments lost in time like a speck of dust in the wind.

You frown, you’ll try to keep your relationship together and fix things tonight. You have to.

Tonight you make his favorite, even going as far as buying his favorite flowers in the flower shop near your complex to put in a vase so he can smell it while eating. You clean the whole apartment and spray his favorite cologne.

After you’re done you wait patiently, sitting on the couch while scrolling on your phone. You wait hours, which is weird as he usually gets home by 9. It’s way past 9, you’ve called at least 30 times and left a few text messages.

You’re worried, so worried you fall asleep on the couch with all the lights still on.

When you wake up it’s midnight, you see the door open silently and watch as he stumbles into the apartment with the help of two friends, who you know to be Felix and Seungmin.

“Sorry, Y/n noona.” Felix whispers, careful not to disturb your boyfriend. He sends an apologetic smile.

“Chan hyung was trying to get him home before 10 but he didn’t want to go, mumbling about how y-“ Seungmin explains before he gets cut off by Felix nudging him. Seungmin coughs, “Well goodnight noona, sorry for the sudden and late intrusion.”

As they say their goodbyes, after putting your boyfriend on his bed, Seungmin hands you Jeongin’s keys. “Thank you. Oh and take care while driving.” You bid farewell to the boys, shutting the door behind you.

“Well that’s great. I’ll have to reheat this in the morning, I love you too I.n.” You’re body goes on auto pilot as you put away food in containers and place it in the fridge.

You only come to when your hands hit the water, you’re washing the dishes and you don’t even know how you got there. You sigh, finishing up and going back to the couch. You won’t sleep in the same room as a drunk I.n, that’s just silly.

~•~

When morning finally comes you wake up to a shouting Jeongin, you find yourself sitting in the dining room and wonder what lead up to this moment.

“-my cologne was half full when I left yesterday, and when I come back it’s nearly empty?” He yells at you before turning around to leave for practice at the studio. “Are you having another man over who uses my things and just suddenly leaves?” His accusations hit you, slapping you wide awake despite him only murmuring the last part.

“What the actual fuck, Jeongin?” You mutter angrily, words fall on deaf ears though as he slams the door on his way out, the hinges starting to creak again.

The rest of the day you replay that argument, wondering if it’s really your fault. You did go overboard with spraying his cologne all over the apartment yesterday, but you would never cheat on him. That boy was is your first love.

You’re bothered the whole time at work, resulting in your manager, Na-yeon to dismiss you early. “Y/n, I hope you’re okay. I’m letting you go early, you need some rest.” She smiles at you and you return the gesture, although it’s not a very genuine one.

Back at your apartment you rest on your bed, the cushions feeling foreign since you’ve been sleeping on the couch since you and your boyfriend started fighting. When you plop your head down on the pillow you smell alcohol, you cringe, immediately putting new bed sheets and throwing the old ones in the washer.

The rest of the afternoon is spent waiting for your boyfriend to come home, you decide to just say sorry, maybe give him a little kiss, you haven’t touched him in what feels like years.

When the door creaks open you shoot up from the bed, exiting your shared room and immediately hugging him, “Baby, I’m sorry for using your cologne.” Your words are muffled, head on his chest.

“Don’t bother me,” he just shrugs you off and goes straight for his office.

You frown, knocking on the door before entering.

“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?” He says, not even looking at you.

You ignore what he said, going to kiss his head when he swivels around on his chair, the action making you stumble to the floor. “Darling-“

“Get the fuck out, Y/n! I don’t want to talk to you so get the fuck out of my face. I’m so tired, so sick of you annoying me with your presence. Get out, for fucks sake.” He shouts at you, your eyes meet and you can’t help but look away flinching.

You look a lot like my ex.

You retreat to your shared room, sobbing quietly when you get there.

You wonder why his eyes don’t hold love anymore, they only resemble those of your ex, he had the same look Jeongin had. The only difference was if your ex had that look, he was going to beat the shit out of you.

~•~

It’s dark outside when you wake to your alarm, you wonder why you even have a 4AM alarm. You shut it off, not bothering to look at the name.

It’s morning yet again, you find yourself (hating mornings) on the floor of your bedroom, and the events from last night come crashing back into your mind, spilling from your eyes. You sniffle.

You come out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible only to see the apartment empty, your boyfriend isn’t home. It’s a Sunday, where else could he be?

Before you can think about anything else the door opens again, you didn’t even notice the keys on the doorknob. He’s shocked to see you up already and he drops what he was holding to walk closer to you.

“I want to break up.” It slips from your mouth. You look away, not wanting to see the reaction on his face, afraid it’ll be one of relief and joy.

You hear him choke on his words, is he, crying…?

“Baby no, no, no. I’m sorry. I’m so- sorry it’s all my fault.” He stutters through sobs, you feel his arms wrap around your waist but you slap it away.

He falls to the ground. On his knees crying, he looks pretty. “I’m not repeating myself, Yang Jeongin.”

His eyes shift to your hands, he reaches for it but you avoid him. Your boyfriend ex shuffles closer to you, lifting his head to look at your face. He finds your cheeks red, eyes a bit puffy from crying, and your lips pursed.

“Please take me back. Please give me another chance I’ll be better.” He starts begging. “Not on our anniversary please.”

You’re stunned, anniversary? That’s not today… your eyes shift to the calendar to see a heart shape on the date. It is. So that’s why you had an alarm.

Your gaze fall on the things he was carrying earlier, but it’s no use as you can’t quite make it out in the dark.

“-sorry for all the the things I’ve said, I know I can’t take that back. But you aren’t annoying at all, you don’t bother me, I do love you. I’m sorry, sorry. Please, Y/n just, give me one last chance. Let me make things right.” You finally let him touch you and his eyes sparkle, you pull him up. Hugging him.

He hugs back quickly, afraid you’ll change your mind, his arms around your waist squeezing a bit hard but you find it comforting.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. For being such an asshole. I- I never want to leave your side.” He babbles, peppering your forehead with kisses. “Were you, were you really going to break up with me?” He reluctantly asks and you can hear his heartbeat. He’s nervous, afraid you’ll leave him.

You nod meekly and he inhales sharply. “I’m sorry. For pushing you away, I’ll make things right okay-“

You don’t let him finish. You just cup his cheeks and bring him down to kiss him. He squeaks, cheeks reddening, the blush going to his ears.

“I thought I was the problem, Innie.” You whisper before kissing him again.

“No you’re never the problem. I was the dick.” He whispers back, pushing you against the wall gently. He leans down, biting your lower lip then licking your jaw, sucking on your neck and slowly going down to your chest until you stop him.

“Maybe later, right now I just want my sweet baby back.” You murmur, shyly covering your face as you nuzzle into his chest.

He smiles, “so you take me back.” I.n says a bit teary eyed.

You nod again, “yes.”

He sighs in relief, letting you go and rushing to the things he left on the floor. “Just give me 10 minutes okay, I have something for you.” He excitedly arranges things on the dining room table, humming the song he was singing when you first met each other at a college library.

“Alright close your eyes, baby girl.” He goes behind you to cover you eyes and lead you to the table. “I love you so much, happy 2nd anniversary my love.” His voice is soft, he’s whispering it to you like you’re his whole world and it sends shivers down your spine.

When he lets you open your eyes you can’t help but smile, starting to cry again when he worriedly holds you, asking why’s and reassuring you.

“I love you so much, Yang Jeongin. Never push me away again.” You mumble.

“I promise. I love you more, L/n Y/n.” He replies, you hear the sincerity in his voice, it makes you giddy.

“No, Yang Y/n.” You whisper but he catches it, you two blush as if you haven’t been together for two years.

“Hm, I like that.”

“Yeah. You do? How about we take ‘later’ now.” You suggest, grinning into his neck before sucking and biting.

And for the first time in a long time, you ‘sleep’ in the bed with him. Leaving the things he’s prepared for after your ‘praying’ session.

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[orbital-inclination]

argument: Nightmare is well fed on Halloween because the holiday is chalk full of negative feelings, specifically, fear. counter-argument: Thanks Giving harbors more potential for negativity then all the mainstream american-centric holidays combined, second only to Valentine's Day (for Valentine’s Days specifically: ill timed break ups. loneliness. and said loneliness being rubbed in your face by commerce.)

Halloween is second only to Christmas in it's production of sheer glee.

[petrichoraline]

I found this to be such a random comment until I realised it was Balgeum saying it and it suddenly felt so heavy

[agreekdemigod]

Strawberries + Acechiji are smth that can be so personal 😔❤

[vengefulcooking]

That Was Delicious But Now It’s 10 PM: A Saga

[southieparkie]

k can we stop like. outwright denying that butters is even a little bit nice? like, a little bit??

i suppose this comes from the dire need to de-woobify characters and? congratulations?? you did what you set out to do hooray. but just because butters is a bitch in the present doesnt mean he wasnt a sweetheart in the past, let’s not get crazy now.

he’s not an asshole to the bone, even if he has moments where he’s a complete douche. (hot take i think that dicketry comes from his environment as well as actions/words that are associated with “being cool” by his peers, those of whom he finds great admiration for, as opposed to unadulterated natural-born hate. then again all hate is taught in the first place…idk. getting off topic) he’s still kind, he’s still naive, he’s just also a dickhead sometimes. there’s a balance there. he’s not either/or. and people portraying his sweet side instead of his mean side is not the only butters interpretation in the world. get over yourselves

(also i could be wrong, but i feel like some of this take refers to marjorine/fem butters hcs aaaaand yall already know my take on this. putting butters in a dress doesn’t add or subtract to how morally correct or incorrect he is, and if you think it does then uh…hm..idk gang)

[owari-no-suffering]

Honestly as much as I was gasping by The Way Misaki Went Out, there was essentially no other way for this really to go. She was always going to go too soon because the reason she took Miri in was her ticking clock. When Misaki died, was Miri supposed to go stay with the grandfather, a man she's likely never met, or at least has no relationship with? Everything about Misaki coming back into Miri's life, while heartbreaking and sympathetic, was also shortsighted and selfish. A relationship made for the parent rather than for the child, like what's been shown with the certified Buddy Daddies. And it speaks volumes to at least the character writing, I think, that you can't really fault Misaki for what she does. I think the inevitable tragedy of it all makes it spicier.

Anyway. Foaming at the mouth thinking about how the fuck I'll cope next week ❤️.

[vaynglories]

avocados went bad. plums went mushy. i am just not to be trusted with fruits of any description 😔

[fireheartedpup]

My parents like to do this thing where they invite me over, don't specify a specific time, don't text until the time they expect me to be there, and then ask why I got there late.

I'm not gonna let it get to me today but it still sucks.

[sysig]

Ok so I had an idea, if it would be fun: designs for the yanderapy boys as Just Desserts versions! Was thinking about the Vargas sweets designs, and that one art style that's out there with the neon candy looking blood/'cute' horror stuff going on, and it became a WHOLE mental image, lol. I feel like there's potential, and I'm not sure if you've already done something like this, but figured I'd put it out there!

Day 20 - Cut the cake

[thisiswash]

ordered candy in the mail

forgot that i live in florida

it is now the same shape as the girls i like

a blob

[sourtomatola]

ME: Huh, which au should I draw for, the Camelot AU, or the Taking candy for a fool?

Me: I know! Which one have I written more for?

Taking candy for a fool: *One and a Half episodes*

Camelot au: *Has 9 pages worth of comic scripts, but hasn't finished the season*

Me:....time to draw some candy people!

[hxlls-sweetest-sinner]

Just saying, people don’t call her the sweetest sinner for nothing.

[aeide-thea]

so the chili crisp i have is like 'put me on anything! vanilla ice cream!' and i finally got morbidly curious enough that i tried it and. i think i like it?????