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Tiny Allemostia April clothes swap!

Tiny Allen- Pun’s clothes

Tiny Pun- Michelle’s clothes

Tiny Michelle- Asan’s clothes

Tiny Asan- Allen’s clothes

[tiny-evillious]

if head empty draw alleasan

[the-old-mayhem]

perhaps a bit long but i know we always appreciate varg slander here; i was also wondering if anybody knew the original source (comes from a comment by somebody called scrotum scissor, lol) because i can’t remember where i had originally gotten this from:

Well, Jen, I've probably stated this before - but the true sense of bluff as concerns the guy appears when you immerse in his various channels of self-presentation; online interviews, his webpages, lyrics etc. For instance his stories about "never instigating fights at school yet ALWAYS winning them".'. I went to Ra ungdomsskole junior high; Kristian/"Varg" was one year behind me) with the guy, and can tell you that the fact was precisely the opposite; he instigated one or two fights which he pitifully *lost*, enduring blatant humiliations before other pupils and resigning early in the course of things. The story often went that he was essentially unable to distinguish between things and tricks he's picked up from reading comic books or watching lowgrade b-movies, thinking hed be able to act out his Sho Kosugi-antics in real life and thus provoking actual hardliners in the schoolyard with little but fluctuating phantasms about his own gusto. And everything was always about his in mum; mum would come and pick her little son up on release from jail in Asane outside of Bergen when he was granted parole from preliminary sentence, mum would pay his loans and partly finance his latest rubbish recording procedures, mum would defend little sonny in the local press, mum would lend tiny Krissy her apartment in Ibsens gate on Danmarksplass (which he in return promised not to give an internal black paintjob), mum would provide him with the clunky cute vehicle for him to drive around in.

The "big" turnaround for this schmuck was when he placed a dagger into Euronymous' skull. Not over arguments about money - but over envy that the latter possessed every trait of human character that he himself could NEVER achieve; first and foremost cultural and mental (and thus artistic) self-awareness, secondly an onset of admirers and a huge clientelle of followers i.e. actual pals, thirdly an intellectual bias proper - unlike Kristian, Oystein read books and at least to some extent had theoretical standing and grounds for his outlook on things. I never shared or sympathised with Aarseth's views, but it was easily discernable that the guy knew fairly well what he was talking about.

Spoiled, immature brat with a serious attention complex, narcissistic and antisocial personality disorder and a perpetual longing for mommy. You know, like Adolph Schickelgrüber himself.

It's from 2015, written on some sort of forum about music. There are a lot of interesting comments there, by the people who supposedly knew Varg, Gaahl, Immortal guys, Øystein.

They still seem to be active on that forum.

Whether these people speak the truth or not, is up for you to decide. I can't prove it. It looks a lot like truth to me, although, for example, it's a bit weird that the guy who apparently stayed with Øystein in Oslo didn't know how Conrad's intro ended up on Deathcrush.

I guess, let's take it as a probably true, but not entirely correct, and /or biased recollections.

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: So Many Uncles

A simple text message arrived in the group chat at around 10am, startling some out of their sleep and startling some who hadn’t bothered to go to bed yet. 

Kim Bora. 

Arrived at 4am this morning, April 27th.

You have an hour to get here.

It prompted a sometimes slow-moving BTS to throw clothes on, brush their teeth, quickly drink coffee, grab what gifts they had organised and high-tailed it over to Asan Medical Center. It took twenty minutes from HYBE to get to the hospital, security guards already stationed at the back entrance that was normally used by celebrities. 

While they were respectful of where they were and they tried to be completely quiet, Seokjin couldn’t help but grin at the noise of footsteps coming down the hallway towards their private room. He hadn’t expected them to come so quickly but then the uncles of baby Bangtan had been on tenterhooks the moment the first message to the group chat was sent:

Action stations! Baby Bangtan has started its descent. 

Typical of Seokjin. 

The baby in question was fast asleep in her mother’s arms, completely unaware of the chaos outside her room. She had just been bathed, fed, nappy changed and out for the count. And while Seokjin changed his daughter with deft hands, Grace had taken a shower with the help of a nurse and her mother. 

Now they were ready for the boys. 

Namjoon was through the door first, as expected of the leader. Yoongi next, then Hobi and finally the maknae line. All loud at first but soon shut up by a glare from the new father. “Awww,” Jimin cooed as he finally spotted the baby in the arms of their female member.

Grace grinned, taking a quick glance at her daughter before she slipped her into the waiting arms of Yoongi. He was the third eldest, so he got first dibs on the new baby. 

“Waa noona, she looks like you,” Taehyung stared at the baby from the shoulder of his hyung who looked absolutely besotted with the tiny thing in his embrace.

“She looks like hyung as well, I think she’s got his lips,” Jungkook added as he took a quick glance but made his way straight to Grace. As much as he wanted to see his new baby sister, his substitute mother was his main priority. 

“Her eyes are her grandmother’s though,” Seokjin added as he helped Hobi put all the gifts on the table and gratefully took the takeaway cup of coffee. 

Bora was passed to Namjoon then, who protested but soon melted when he got a good sniff at the new baby smell. “She’s going to have so many songs written about her,” the leader muttered, taking another quick sniff at the new baby smell then passed her onto Hobi.

She chose this moment to open her eyes causing Hobi to react with a loud gasp, causing said eyes to stare at him. “She does have her grandmother’s eyes. Oh, but they look like Jungkook’s when he was young. Come look at this.”

It was interesting to watch six men fight for prime position to look at the new baby, who stared at them in the most deadpan way a few hours old baby could. Seokjin quickly pulled out his phone, tapping on the camera app.

“Hey uncles,” he called out and grinned when all six heads popped up causing Grace to laugh from her bed. “Cheese.”

[ask-that-one-servant-asan]

Well that sure was new news!

Asan: "I can't believe I've been kissing a prince this entire time without knowing this isn't fair what if I did something wrong I could have been-"

Allen: "Please stop there it really isn't that important please calm down!"

(@irregularevil)

(Part 1/2, part 2 on @ask-tiny-allen)

[sparkys-ec-corner]

Share the headcanons!

olten is a 12 yrs old boy who was born in the palace and helped with chores from young age. his parents are from Rollam and one of the palace chefs is his cousin. because he was born with heterochromia, riliane thought of him as a trophy, like how she bragged about allen sharing her face

he's a chatterbox with seemingly infinite cheer and more than a bit of sass. allen and asan are his superiors (senpais) and always obeys their orders, though it doesnt make him above teasing either of them. amongst the male servants, he's the youngest and the shortest.

he and chartette are like siblings due to their shared enthusiasm and get along super well, basically sharing a single braincell. he has a tiny crush on ney, which isnt reciprocated, and he's very eager to help her out. he also claims to be in love with riliane, but it's actually just admiration because she's the princess and even he disagrees with some of her demands. not to mention that he has little notion on how romantic love actually feels like.

[benefits1986]

g words

The G House is my piece of heaven in this shithole, always.

The G House is where I crash and burn. It's my best friend's humble home. Whenever I feel lost and fucked to the nines, this location is my waiting room. When all war rooms bomb me to death, I find my peace in this mala-probinsiya pero in Manila house.

One of the characters in the G House is Tito G, the boomer patriarch. He used to be a mining engineer and a terrorist prof in one of the state universities na hindi UP. LOL. Tito G is the eldest of 9 kids from his Momma and Papuh somewhere in the compounds of Pasay. Currently, he's a homebody because he had so many days and nights spent away from his family. He doesn't like eating out because he believes that homecooked meals are the best, and the healthiest. Tito G is intimidating because he has this flow where he won't say much unless you engage him. Very boomer. His very OC ways irks me and amazes me, too. I'd like to list down our tiny storylines because it's been so long since I last visited my place of peace amidst the chaos. Eto 'yung kung gusto mo ng OG kausap, siya na pinnacle, siya pa epitome. LOL. Me: Asan ka nung may pa-landing sa moon? TG: Ay, syempre nanood sa bahay. May isip na ako noon e. Me: Hulaan ko. TV niyo yung may cabinet. TG: Consul na may dalawang speakers. Tapos syempre, may antenna kami na mahaba. Mahirap ang signal noon e. Me: Giba. TG: Anong giba? Me: May nakita akong ibang brand ng scooter. Lambretta. Alam mo 'yun? TG: Syempre. Maganda 'yan pero mahirap parts niyan ngayon. Maganda rin naman Vespa. Very classic. Meron pa palang Lambretta ngayon. Me: Awawww. Ikaw na. TG: Anong ako na? Me: Sabi mo basic kayo e bakit kayo lang may unang bahay na bato sa Pasay street n'yo? TG: Basic need 'yun. Si Papuh, empleyo lang sa Meralco. Me: Tapos nung WW, kakatapos lang tapos 9 kayo. Paano 'yun? TG: 'Di ko rin alam. Magaling si Momma. Me: 'Pag nakain kayong 9 with Momma and Papuh, paano? 'Di kayo nagaagawan sa food kasi marami kayo? TG: Importante ang pagkain. Kaya lagi kaming sabay-sabay. Walang agawan. Lahat nasa mesa. Me: 'Pag may manok na ulam, paanong hatian? TG: Tag-iisa kaming leg quarter. Me: E 'di hindi kayo basic. TG: Basic kami sa compound namin. Me: Sabi mo Papuh mo empleyo lang. E paano siya naka-bounce back agad after the war? TG: Kahit giyera, tuloy ang trabaho ni Papuh. Meralco e. Me: Totoo nga yatang may liwanag ang buhay sa Meralco. 'Di ba kayo money launderer, Tito? TG: Hindi naman siguro. Me: Pag sure? TG: Anong ibig sabihin ng "pag sure"? TG: Kain na ng breakfast. Anong gusto? Tinapay na toasted with butter? Oatmeal? Cereals na may gatas? Kanin at ulam? Me: IF ako e. TG: Ang breakfast ay mahalaga. Me: Mas mahalaga ang IF at putok na clavicle. TG: Bakit pumuputok ang clavicle? Me: Anong magandang sasakyan? TG: 'Yung matibay. Me: Anong kulay saka model? TG: Unahin mo muna 'yung madali hanapan ng parts saka okay ang service.

Me: Tara na kasi, Tito. Alis tayo. TG: Sawa na ako diyan. Nung nasa minahan pa ako, naka-helicopter ako papunta at pabalik kung saan-saan. Manila to Cagayan. Manila to Davao. Wala akong pahinga. Me: Boogsh. Kabogstra. E for work naman 'yun e. TG: Parehas lang ang work at 'di work. Me: Boomer bombs dropping. TG: Natutulog ka pa ba? Me: Tingin mo? TG: Importanteng matulog. Sa minihan, maaga ang gising. Maaga ang tulog. Puwede pang mag-tennis. Me: Wala tayo sa minihan, Tito. Kaya ganun grind mo kasi nasa liblib kayong lugar. Try mo punta sa Poblacion ng makita mo ang katotohanan. TG: Saang Poblacion? Me: Bakit kailangang pantay-pantay sa linya ng floor ang mga seats sa dining table bago ka matulog? TG: (Explain the concept behind kaemerutan ng stress sa chair and how it is impacted by the placement of the chairs on top of the floor.) Me: Tito, hindi mo nasagot masyado tanong ko. OC ka. Period.

Me: F1 na replay? TG: Para sa bagong laban, updated ako. Me: Ayaw mo Ogie Diaz Channel? TG: Ogie Alcasid 'yun 'di ba? Me: Ewan ko sa'yo. Hirap mong kausap minsan. Sendan kita link.

TG: Bakit ang tagal mong 'di bumisita? Me: Nadepress. TG: Pumunta ka kasi dito kahit dito ka na tumira. Me: Marami kang rules masyado dito like umuwi ng 9PM kasi 'di ka makatulog ng 'di pa complete tao sa bahay bago ilock and gate at pinto. TG: Importante ang tulog. Umidlip ka sa kwarto mamaya tapos may merienda ka 'pag gising mo. Me: Tamagotchi talaga ba ako? TG: Ano 'yun? Tama...?

I love these convos with Tito G. Hindi kasi siya hambog pasavogue pero sobrang legit na as is, where is lang siya. Hindi ko rin siya masabing tatay figure kasi mala-Tito talaga siya. His usual downtime pagkatapos ng mga trabahong bahay like laba at luto: Inom ng very Tito bote ng San Mig ni Fernando Poe which is eew. HAHAHAHA.

So, ayun na nga po. There goes my Tito G and some superb combos in the G House. Let this be a reminder that boomers just need a space where they can pakawala their ka-boomeran pero may sense naman sila. OG nga e.

[we-have-bangtan]

Again.

Pairing: Doctor! Yoongi x Patient! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack (??), Ex's, smut

Warning: Swearing, smut (just an old memory)

Synopsis: When Yn is forced to go to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office. The doctor who was to attend to her was none other than her ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.

A/n: let me know if you like it! And give me a reblog to support me!!!

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Yn turned over onto her back, her eyes still closed. She wondered silently why her normally soft bed was hard today. With another roll, she landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor, jolting her awake.

When the blinding lights of the room filled her vision, she suddenly regretted opening her eyes. She sat on the floor, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them, oblivious to the drool on her chin. Her eyes opened in confusion when she saw the IV line on her wrist, her gaze following the line, attached to a bottle mounted onto an IV stand.

She sprang to her feet immediately, taking in her surroundings: the IV stand, the white bed, white walls, the hand sanitizer mounted on the wall, the white floor tiles, and the white blinds that kept the sunshine out.

A hospital? She guessed as she took in all the equipment, the machines that beeped every few seconds were a dead giveaway. Is this a private room? She asked herself, trying to find any clue which hospital this was when the door swung open.

Min Yoongi entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to her side and encouraged her to take a seat on the bed.

"Where am I?" Despite the fact that she already knew the answer, she inquired. "Take a wild guess," Yoongi replied dryly as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. Yn racked her brain for the name of the hospital; she was certain she knew which one Yoongi had been working at, but her mind was blank, displaying only a buffering page similar to that of a 2004 Dell laptop.

"Did you really hit your head that hard?"  Yoongi said what he was thinking, a little concerned for her safety. "Do you have a headache? Can you recall what you ate for breakfast or what happened just before you passed out? "He questioned.

"My head hurts a bit, so for breakfast, I had cinnamon crunch with milk, and lunch I had a sandwich. Walking down the stairs is the last thing I recall," She responded. All of her responses matched what her coworkers had told them, leading Yoongi to believe that Yn simply didn't know where he worked and that her head was okay.

He was irritated that Yn had no idea where he worked, but he forced his resentment to the back of his mind before informing her that she was in a private room at Asan Medical Centre in Seoul. "Wait, are you serious?" She yelled as she struggled to get out of bed.

"Yes, seriously," he explained, forcing her back onto the bed "You fell down the stairs in your office and one of your colleagues brought you in; you were unconscious for 5 hours; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you," he added. "Why on earth do you have no idea I work at Asan?"He demanded once he was done briefing her.

"I would have noticed if you hadn't blocked me on all your social media pages," Yn said after some thought. She hisses, reminding him why she was blocked in the first place. "I wouldn't have had to block you if you hadn't started tagging me in those dumb Facebook memes," he retorted as he paging one of the nurses to come to change the IV bag.

"Is there something bothering you? Aside from your head," Yoongi inquired, reaching for his fancy click pen, which Yn had given him in college. "You still use that?" She inquired, her gaze falling on the royal blue color of the pen, the brand name has faded over time. He calmly replied, "I started using it once I got my residence, now answer the question."

To search for any injury, Yn moved her limbs around, starting with her feet. She turned them around to look for any discomfort before moving on to her legs, which were still perfect.  She eventually tested her shoulders and despite her best efforts, winced in pain as she raised her left shoulder.

"Left shoulder, okay. Do you feel nauseous?"  Yn shook her head as Yoongi asked more.

"Any ringing in your ears?"

"Nope"

"Is that gray hair on your head?" Yn interjected, pointing to a few strands at the start of Yoongi's hairline. He dismissed her and instead scribbled a note on his clipboard.

"OK, so you don't have any concussion symptoms, your hearing is good, and you're not feeling dizzy and your eyesight is better than ever before considering the fact that you could pick out my gray hair from that far. We still have some blood work to do and I'm putting you on observation tonight in case any symptom pops up, you're free to go home after that," Yoongi informed.

He reasoned that saying anything else would be unprofessional of him. Heading for the door when, "Yah, why am I in a private room in the first place?" Yn intervened, preventing him from leaving. Yoongi replied, turning around to face her, "I figured it would be more convenient for you."

"Bruh, do you have any idea how broke I am," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I ain't a hotshot doctor to be able to afford a private room in Asan Medical Centre," she sneered. "Who said something about you paying?" asked Yoongi. As he returned to her side. "So, who is going to foot the bill?  You? " She inquired, he nodded, causing her jaw to drop. She was perplexed by his words and asked, "Why would you do that?" "What good is it to be a hotshot doctor?" He shrugged.

The mental picture of a very sleepy and confused Yn, with her hair all tangled up and a tiny spot of drool on her face had made him soft, and there was no stopping his heart from falling head over heels for her all over again as he walked out of the room, the smile he had been battling slowly crept into place...

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Yoongi peeked into Yn's room after his shift, his shoulders slouching from the stress of his job. He had his coat and stethoscope wrapped over his arm, his hair slightly damp from the shower he had taken, his white t-shirt clinging to his body.

When they were dating, one of Yn's 'rules' was that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to shower after returning from the hospital because she hated the scent of antiseptic. With the scent of antiseptic all over her, he wondered how she was doing.

He discovered her in bed, knees drawn up to her stomach, phone in hand, the screen almost brushing her nose as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. Her food, which had been left on the side table, had not been touched.

He warned, walking into the room, "You'll go blind if you keep doing that." Yn's head snapped up at his voice but calmed down when she saw who it was. He drew up a stool next to the bed and checked what Yn had received from the hospital. Soup, kimchi, rice, and pickled radishes were served on the side (Yn hated those). "Is the food not to your liking?" Concerned about her dietary habits, he inquired.

"They don't have any salt or spice," she replied as she stowed her phone. Yoongi grimaced after taking a sip of the soup. There was no salt or pepper and was as bland as raw tofu.

"SEE!!" Yn screamed, delighted that she had been proven right, but Yoongi, not one to concede defeat, put on a display. "How come it's so salty?" His face scrunched up in exaggeration as he groaned. "Stop acting, I can see right through you," Yn said, raising an eyebrow to call him out on his nonsense.

"All right, fine, you're right," Yoongi conceded as Yn yanked the sheets off herself and reached for his shoulders. He thought it was strange, but didn't say anything when she gently rubbed the spot near his collar, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as she applied pressure. He'd always thought Yn had magical hands. It felt like a miracle to have her hands on him again, something he had never expected to feel again.

"Can you tell me what I can do to get you to order me a plate of jjajangmyeon?" Yn asked. Yoongi thought, Darn it, I knew it was a trap, but he was too relaxed to say no. As she worked out the knots in his muscles, he melted under Yn's touch. She was no longer connected to the IV, enabling her to freely move about the room.

"I knew you were only in it for food," he chuckled, moving away from her to grab his phone from his coat, "What else did you think I was in it for?" Yn jested, playing along as she massaged his shoulders.

"Only jjajangmyeon?" He questioned, scrolling through the options, Yn looking at the phone from over his shoulder. "Order some side dishes too," she added, Yoongi let out a groan when Yn put pressure on THE SPOT at the back of his shoulder blade, the sound making Yn blush. "Stop that, people will think we're filing a porno," Yn scolded lightheartedly, continuing her ministering.

"I don't think we need to film any more of those, I have a whole collection already," Yoongi teased. His gummy smile showing up when he felt Yn's hand round his throat, threatening to choke him. "I think it's the other way round," he scoffed. His heart going into dangerous territory.

Yoongi remembered the night he had discovered Yn's choking kink, it had been a very eventful night. He had just come back home from the hospital when he had heard moaning coming from his bedroom, he had walked inside, totally unprepared for the breathtaking view that awaited him.

Watching porn wasn't considered cheating by Yoongi as long as Yn showed him what she was watching so he knew what they were getting into. When he walked in on Yn in his rotating chair, her legs spread out on the armrest, touching herself to a film about choking, he was pleasantly surprised. He went up behind her softly and wrapped his fingers around her throat, not putting much pressure. When Yn groaned for him, he felt himself harden in his pants and murmured, "You like that baby."

"Stop imagining it," Yn snapped, pushing away from Yoongi, "How do you expect me to just stop, those were some great moments of my life," he chuckled when his phone rang. It had something to do with the meal. He went to get the dinner by himself, leaving Yn alone.

When he returned with her dinner, he delivered it to her before saying his goodbyes and preparing to leave. "Enjoy your meal and get some sleep," he added as he gathered his belongings. "Where are you going?" Yn inquired. "Home??" Yoongi answered, taking his phone from the table when Yn stopped him. "Did you have dinner?" she asked, opening up the takeout box to reveal a generous serving of jjajangmyeon.

"Not yet, I was planning on getting some on the way," He answered, waiting for Yn to say anything. "Then you should stay and give me some company, it's not like I can finish all this on my own," She mumbled. "You sure?" Yoongi confirmed, taking his place on the chair as Yn grabbed the chopsticks from the bedside table, letting him have the wooden chopsticks that the restaurant provides.

They both dug into the meal, savoring every mouthful. In the otherwise peaceful hospital, just the sound of them slurping their noodles and the beep of the monitors could be heard. The majority of the patients were fast asleep, and those who were awake were taking special precautions to avoid making any noise.

Yn was the one who broke the stillness by inquiring about Holly. He said, licking his lips to get rid of the sauce, "She's good, I got her a ribbon for her ears the other day." He was intrigued about Yn's cranky cat, Buster, who had scratched Holly once. Yoongi's heart dropped to his stomach as Yn replied, "We had to put him down."

Although he was simply a large, sluggish cat who refused to get his butt off the window pane, Buster had been Yn's pride and joy, her support system. "That must have been difficult," Yoongi paused, unsure of how to express his condolences.

"It had to be done; he was in a lot of agony," Yn shrugged, shaking her head to clear her mind. "How are the boys doing?  I haven't seen them since we broke up" Yoongi's six other friends were the subject of Yn's inquiry. He assured her everyone was ok. "You might see Jungkook tomorrow," he said, explaining that he had taken the day off today. "Does Jungkookie work here?" Yn inquired, quite surprised by the information. "Yes, he's an intern trying to get his residence, surprising isn't it," Yoongi admitted.

Yn burped after she finished her dinner, making Yoongi laugh at how cute she looked. Once Yn had freshened up, Yoongi said, "Ok, now that you've finished eating, I'll go home, and YOU'LL go to sleep." "You always leave," Yn remarked, rolling her eyes. The words weighed heavy on his mind as he tucked her in. On his way out, he turned out the light and gave her one last look before walking away.

Yoongi slouched his shoulders again once he was in his car. The words Yn had just said reverberated in his mind. Since he had broken up with Yn, the words "You always leave" had tormented him. He had been in love with her, yet he was the one who had abandoned her. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HE LEFT HER. It was painful to recall the details of their breakup.

Yn crying into his chest, asking why she wasn't enough. Him holding her as fiercely as he could, not knowing if he'd ever get another chance. His cowardice had broken both of them that night. He'd run away from one of the most precious part of his life, and he still regrets it.

They had broken up because of him. Yoongi always believed Yn deserved someone better than him, she was too good for him. She had yelled at him when he had told her that. Saying that it was her who got to decide who was worth her time and affection, and if h really thought h didn't deserve her then maybe he should make himself deserving, she had said that that was the solution for Yoongi's thoughts, breaking up was not the solution, but he was stubborn as a mule, refusing to see how he was destroying both of them and everything they had.

And now here he was, striving to be less of a wimp than he had been all those years before. He remembered how enraged the boys had been when he told them what he'd done. "Have you gone insane?" All Yoongi could do was nod when Jin Hyung asked. Yes, he'd gone nuts, which was why he'd been insane enough to let her go. He had no problem admitting it.

He cruised around the deserted roads, far too late in the evening for anyone to be out. He considered calling Jin hyung for advice, but he opted against it because he assumed he was already in bed. For the rest of the night, he was alone with his thoughts, his mind eating away at him, keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, contemplating what they could have been if he hadn't been a coward.

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The next morning was the same as any other, the only difference being the speed of Yoongi's car when he was on his way to the office. The usual 60km/h had escalated to 80km/h and he was certainly a little too excited for someone who was going to be at the hospital for the next 18 hours.

He was walking up the corridor to Yn's room after exiting the elevator on the third level when he heard screams. "MOVE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!" shouted Yn as Jungkook pushed her wheelchair down the slanted corridor quicker.

What the fuck!!, Yoongi thought as he saw Jungkook climb onto the wheelchair's back supports, watching in horror as the two of them laughed and giggled their way down the corridor at full speed (which wasn't much speed btw), completely disregarding the 'no noise' and 'no running' placards which were stuck to the wall.

He quickly stepped in the way, feeling a little sense of joy watching Jungkook's eyes widen in fright. Bringing the wheelchair to a screeching halt a few inches away from Yoongi. "Good morning, Hyung!!" he said cheerfully as if he hadn't just broken every regulation in the hospital.

"Can you tell me what you're up to?" His gaze fell on Yn, who appeared to be having the time of her life. "Relax, Yoongo-boongo," Yn remarked. Yoongi frowned at the old nickname, which he had pleaded with Yn to abandon.

"This is risky, you know," Yoongi said, "especially since you wounded your shoulder," He added, quick to understand that Jungkook had no idea about Yn's wounded shoulder. "You hurt your shoulder?!?" the younger one screamed. Yn scowled at Yoongi for giving up that knowledge so easily. Yoongi justified himself by saying, "Don't look at me like that, he was going to find out regardless."

"Yes, but you didn't have to tell him so early, now he won't let me have any fun." She whined, Yoongi scoffed at that, "he isn't supposed to make you have 'fun', he'd supposed to take you to get your x-ray done, it's on the first floor."

Yn pouted as Jungkook nodded at the instructions, pushing the wheelchair with Yn still in it towards the elevator. "Without the wheelchair," Yoongi clarified, making Jungkook pout as well, helping Yn out of the wheelchair.

They both sulked like kicked puppies in the elevator and Yoongi could not stand it. "Ok, fine, take the freaking wheelchair, but just be careful." he said, finally giving in. The two of them gave him bright smiles. Yn sat back in the wheelchair just as the elevator door slid open and Jungkook rolled Yn out.

They're fortunate. Yoongi thought to himself as he went about his rounds that Namjoon owned the hospital. While Yn was getting her x-ray, he checked in with his patients. Yn had a good night's sleep and awoke fairly early, according to the nurse in charge of her surveillance. She felt a minor headache, but nothing else was wrong with her. Only the shoulder was a big issue, and they were unable to determine what was causing the pain.

It took 2 hours for Yoongi to check up on all his patients and meet with a few others in the clinic when Jungkook barged into Yoongi's office with an envelope. "Jungkook you can't just barge in like that," Yoongi groaned as he quickly gave the patient their prescription before sending them out. Telling the receptionist to not send any more patients, he turned all his attention to Kook.

"Now, what's wrong?" He asked, spinning in his chair to face the intern. "Noona's reports are here" Jungkook informed, holding out the envelope. "So fast?" Yoongi questioned. It usually took a day or two for the reports and none of the radiologists took Jungkook seriously, dismissing him as just an intern. He found it suspicious that they had given the reports back so early.

"Namjoon hyung was there for an inspection, he got it done when he saw noona," Jungkook said with a cheeky grin. Yoongi nodded at the explanation. Namjoon always had a soft spot for Yn regardless of if Yn and he were together. He pulled out the reports, scanning through them. "Where is Yn now?" He asked, putting the reports back inside. Jungkook informed that Namjoon had taken her to her room, playing along with Yn's wheelchair drama.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but Jungkook didn't miss the quiver of his lips. Jungkook followed Yoongi upstairs to Yn's room, where they found Yn squishing Namjoon's cheeks. Jungkook joined them, laughing, and Yn hastily let Namjoon free. "So, Doctor, what do you have to say?" Yn asked as Namjoon got out of the chair, rubbing his red-tinged cheeks.

"You must slow down with the usage of your shoulder. You appear to be putting a lot of tension on it; fortunately, it's only strain and nothing dangerous." Yoongi said, instructing Yn to apply heat and ice packs to the affected area. "Are you going to issue me a leave sick note?" Yn inquired as she got out of bed.

"Nope, you can go back to work just fine as long as you don't do any heavy lifting," Yoongi said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Yah, Yoongi-ah pleaseeeee write me a sick note," Yn pleaded as she searched for the t-shirt she had worn when she had come into the hospital yesterday. "Nope, and are you really going to wear that?" He asked, surprised that Yn hadn't called anyone to come to pick her up.

"Yeah, I need to head home," Yn answered, gathering her things, "Wait, you can't wear that, I have a spare shirt in my office I'll get that," Yoongi said, getting out of the chair while Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks.

"We'll get it hyung, don't worry," Jungkook assured, dragging Namjoon with him. The two of them got into the elevator before spilling the tea. "He is SO whipped!" Jungkook exclaimed, pushing the button to go downstairs. "So is she and did you know Yoongi hyung was footing her bill and he got her a private room?" Namjoon asked, amazed at the extent his extremely tsundere hyung was going to for Yn. "He's pretty much in love all over again, and the nurse said that Yoongi hyung spent more than an hour in noona's room," Jungkook informed with a giddy smile.

"Jin hyung NEEDS to know about this," Namjoon exclaimed but made no move to call their hyung, quickly going to Yoongi's office and grabbing the gray FG shirt which was in his locker before going back upstairs.

As soon as the boys returned to the room, Yn grabbed the t-shirt. She hurriedly removed the hospital gown she had been compelled to wear. Yoongi was quick to respond, instantly stepping in front of Yn so the two younger men wouldn't get a glimpse of his lovely ex's exquisite body, and only pulling away once Yn was covered in his shirt.

"You didn't have to do that, I was wearing a tank top beneath," Yn said, tucking the shirt's hem into the jeans she had worn the day before. "For safety reasons," Yoongi shrugged, avoiding eye contact as though it weren't a big concern that he was covering up his ex. Namjoon's sniggering at the entrance went unnoticed.

"Noona how are going home?" Jungkook asked, checking the time realizing it was his lunch break. "I'll take a cab, don't worry," she assured, grabbing her phone and keys from the bedside table. "I'll drop you home, it'll be hard to get a cab at this time over here," Yoongi said, following after her into the hallway as Jungkook and Namjoon watched.

As she approached the elevator, Yn commented, not really trying to stop Yoongi from coming with her, "There's a thing called uber Yoongi, I'm sure I'll catch a cab." "Jesus woman, will you ever accept aid without a fight?" Yoongi moaned as he snatched her wrist and brought her downstairs to get his keys.

"Aish is so stubborn," Yn grumbled as she trailed behind him, her hand slipping into Yoongi's. They didn't seem to be aware that they were holding hands.

.

.

.

.

"Jin hyung will be so happy hearing about this," Jungkook exclaimed, watching Yn and Yoongi argue like an old, married couple while holding hands as they went to the hospital parking lot.

"They look cute, 10$ that they get back together by the end of the month," Namjoon bet, moving away from the window of the private room. "Hyung, you literally own the hospital, I'm just a flimsy intern, how could you expect me to pay 10$," Jungkook whined making Namjoon laugh as Yoongi’s car spedmout of the driveway.

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[hai-nakyuu]

kuya iwa

a/n: sixth entry sa event ni @lumpiang-toge starring your classmate’s older brother iwa-chan (older sibling sya of rika iwaizumi, muse ng classroom nyo) also starring gagokawa and supportive bestie terushima

“bes BES BES BESHIEEEE” terushima pulls on your arm.

“ampota alam mo nang inaayos ko potluck table ehh what do you want?”

“LOOK IT’S KUYA IWA KAJSKAJSKAKJAK ANG GWAPO NYA”

oh, gosh. yuuji’s right. hajime iwaizumi walks into the classroom with his sister- and your classmate- rika-chan and the rest of the iwaizumi family as you and yuuji silently squeal in kilig.

not only does iwaizumi have great looks, he is also very respectful. during the start of the school year you met him at the brigada skwela breakfast committee, and you heard he plays volleyball as a starter ace for grade 12, a year older than you.

“yuuj, stop, ang lakas ng boses mo. nakatingin na nga sayo nanay mo!”

“bayaan mo na si ‘ma, busy sa chika with miss ramos. anyway, girl diba crush na crush mo sya?”

“no, yuuj, porket gwapo si kuya iwa doesn’t mean may gusto ako sa kanya.”

“so you agree, besh? gwapo sya?”

“well-”

“wait- shit- BESH BESH HE’S HEADING TOWARDS US BESH DALI PENGE BABY POWDER-”

“yuuj, tumahimik ka nga!” you hit him on the back of the head just as the hottie in question walks over to you. yuuji winks at you before turning to iwaizumi.

“excuse me po, pa clear nalang nitong side na to para malagay yung water jug. tas may available ba na seat para mapagpatungan ng cooler-”

yuuji whispers under his breath. “may available na seat sa lap ko- ARAY!”

you pinch yuuji’s arm and turn back to iwaizumi. “wala eh, pero pwede akong bumaba sa court to ask for another chair.”

“sige,” iwaizumi smiles and thanks the both of you before turning around- ignoring yuuji’s tiny whimpers of “aray aray sorry na besh aray bitawan mo nako- AHH PUNYETANG KUROT YAN BESH”

“landi mo yuuj, alam mo yon? sama ka nga sakin sa baba.”

“BES WHY AREN’T YOU FLIRTING WITH HIM?” he whines as the two of you walk out of the classroom and down the stairs. “GANDA GANDA NG LAHI NI IWAIZUMI BAT DI KA MAGPALAHI-”

“BES IF YOU DONT STOP BAKA MARINIG TAYO DINIG NA DINIG TAYO ANDUN SIYA SA KOTSE NILA OH”

the two of you look at the iwazumi family’s montero sport- fancy, sleek and flawless- like its owners.

“sanaol,” the two of you say at the same time and burst out laughing. you pick up one of the chairs at the court and yuuji rants off about how lucky the iwaizumi siblings are.

“swerte talaga ni iwa and rika, ganda-ganda tas ang gwapo gwapo, tas mayaman pa! Di ko alam kung bat single pa sila-”

yuuji slaps his hand over his mouth as he tugs on your arm repeatedly. “bes bes bes bes bes-”

you slap his arm away “WHAT?-”

another face comes into view. Brown hair, a white shirt that says “VBC”- most likely standing for volleyball club- and a backpack filled with alien-design patches.

“oh my gah,” yuuji’s mouth drops. “sino YAAAAAARN?”

“i think that’s the oikawa he’s been talking about,” you recall.

yuuji turns to you. “talking? so nag-uusap pala kayo?? And YOU DIDN’T TELL ME??”

“i just made small talk nung card day nung first quarter,” you shrug. “he talked about volleyball, and stuff like that-”

the two of you turn to watch oikawa, who runs to iwaizumi.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIWACHAAAAAAAAAAN~”

“puta,” yuuji mutters under his breath. “this oikawa’s gay.”

you turn to yuuji. “pano mo naman nasabe?”

yuuji winks at you. “gaydar ko, may fifth sense ako when it comes to this.”

“fifth sense depota SIXTH sense yon TANGA”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA ok ok sixth sense besh, pero pota i think gay sya!”

“IWACHAN~ ASAN JOWA MO??”

yuuji looks like he’s about to scream.

“BESH AKO LANG BA NAKARINIG NON MAY JOWA SI IWAIZUMI?! SAYANG YON AMPOTA SINO YUNG JOWA RESBAKAN NATIN BESH”

you roll your eyes, grab yuuji by the arm, and walk all the way to the montero sport.

yuuji has no idea what’s going on, and why the hell iwaizumi smiles so sweetly at the two of you when he sees you.

“hi babe!” he smiles, kissing your cheek as you smile.

“BESH WHAT’S HAPPENING” yuuji’s confused.

“besh, this is iwaizumi, boyfriend ko.”

It takes a few moments for yuuji to process things, and you and your boyfriend just laugh.

“HA- HOW- AKALA KO-”

“besh, last month pa naging kami it’s a prank!!” you hug yuuji. he pushes you away, mouth agape, before he screams and laughs along with you.

“HAHAHAHAHA TANGINA NYONG PAREHO” he laughs, hugging you again. “AT IKAW-” he points to iwaizumi “-GALING MO MAG-ACTING AMPOTA KALA KO NAMAN ANG BAIT BAIT MO”

iwaizumi laughs. “hi, i’m iwaizumi. you must be...”

“the beshie,” yuuji eagerly shakes his hand. “ok pero since kayo na pala ng best friend ko, sino yung kasama mong lalaki?”

“oh,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes. “shittykawa. he asked to tag along para makita jowa ko. speaking of which, where is-”

“HELLOOOOOOOO~” oikawa grabs you in a tight hug. “YOU’RE SUCH A CUTIE! BAGAY KAYO NI IWA-CHAN~”

“thank you, oikawa,” you smile.

“sa true lang, i don’t know if i like you or iwa-chan more-”

oikawa launches forward when iwaizumi whacks him on the head.

“TANGINA MO GAGOKAWA MANIGAS KA”

[ask-tiny-allen]

So ask away! We need around 6-7 more asks to save Allemostia, so don’t be shy to ask something from any of us today!

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 11: Another Threat

“W-what?”

You stared at the tiny sliver of gold balancing between Yoongi’s fingers. You couldn’t believe what was happening. How the heck had Jungkook’s ring gotten into his possession?

“It was a simple question.” He stopped you before you could reply. “And don’t try to lie to me. I can see through shit like that.”

“How did you find out?” you asked as your grip tightened around the handle of the duffel bag and the computer bag. “Did he tell you?”

“Not exactly,” he answered. “I overheard an argument he had with his parents some time ago, talking about wanting to cancel ‘the marriage’. Although I wasn’t sure who he was supposed to marry against his will…” Yoongi looked pointedly at your currently naked finger. “I saw the ring on your finger yesterday. It makes too much sense considering your strange relationship and the time of the accident for all to be a mere coincidence. So tell me: when were you telling us about you and Jungkook’s engagement?”

“Where did you get that?” you asked instead, pointing at the band. “Did you steal it from him?”

“I would never steal,” he said sharply, reacting for the first time since you had met him. “I was in charge of washing our clothes once when I discovered it in his pocket. It was before he had met Park Yi-Jae, so don’t try to give me that explanation.”

You swallowed your words. You didn’t know what to say.

“Does she know?”

You shook your head.

“Did you know about her?”

You felt your jaw clench instinctively in anger. Yoongi raised a brow. “You didn’t. Huh. So that’s the private subject you couldn’t disclose and what you and Jungkook fought about yesterday.”

“Move aside,” you demanded as you tried to assume a neutral expression. You couldn’t believe he was reading through you as easily as that. “I have to get back to Jungkook.”

“Not yet,” he told you. “You haven’t answered my questions.”

“You have no right to any of the answers,” you said coolly. “And you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”

“Do you know why he stayed with you?”

“No,” you said instantly. “There’s not a minute that goes by without me asking myself: Why would that bastard decide to deceive both of our parents and me? Why remain engaged to me when he loves another girl?” You narrowed your eyes. “Why ask? Isn’t this an obvious frame of mind?”

“Who am I to presume what you might or might not consider,” he said simply, then took a step closer to you. He lowered his voice. “Now, the rest of them might believe your tear-jerker, but I think it’s shit. There is something you want from Jungkook, isn’t it? That’s why you’re helping him.”

“No,” you began, “as I just explained--”

“People aren’t like that,” interrupted Yoongi. He wore an expressionless guise, and even his eyes and tone were inscrutable. “They don’t help someone purely at the goodness of their hearts and childhood cotton clouds. As for the reason why Jungkook chose to stay with you even when he has a girlfriend…” He snorted. “Are you really so naive you cannot see the blatant answer?”

You inhaled sharply but didn’t respond. You were doing your best not to drop the duffel bag and the computer and just swing at him.

Min Yoongi’s gaze hardened. “It’s for your name and money, Einstein.”

“Never,” you said venomously. “Do you really have so little trust in your own group member? In Jungkook? Don’t you know at least how proud he is? He would never stoop to that level.”

“Perhaps not. But he doesn’t really have a say in the marriage, does he? Think (Y/N), you attend a SKY university, so you ought to have at least some brain capacity. Who else would be able to have access to your family vault?”

“His parents,” you realized breathlessly. “His father, to be more exact.”

You couldn’t deny the truth of his words. Jungkook’s father had never been good with money and was far too fond of the bottle for someone who often ran into major economic predicaments. But why would your parents allow it to happen? What would they gain from you marrying Jungkook?

And perhaps the most important question: How and what did Min Yoongi know about Jungkook’s parents? Jungkook wasn’t the personal, talkative type. He wouldn’t have shared such delicate details of his upbringing with anyone. Right?

“Solved the mystery, did we?” He brushed some invisible dirt off his shoulders. “You can thank me after you’ve answered the rest of my questions.”

“Get out of my way.” You had too many thoughts fuddling your mind to be polite or try to be diplomatic. “I will scream if you don’t.”

Yoongi held your eyes for a moment before he tsked in annoyance and allowed you to step past. You were practically running out of the room, and only barely caught the last of a sarcastic: “--nice evening.”

Jimin stood in the kitchen washing dishes together with Taehyung, while Namjoon and Hoseok sat at the table reading off the master list. Seokjin was nowhere to be seen, and you guessed he probably was in one of the bathrooms. Music played in the background, only slightly louder than the sound of running water and the clinking and clanking of pots, plates and cutlery. It was like stepping into a whole different world compared to the unfriendly tension you had experienced with Yoongi.

Hoseok had lighted up when he spotted you, but his eyes rounded when he saw your face. Fortunately, you managed to speak first.

“I really need to get to the hospital,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound half as furious as you were.

“Here’s the list,” said Namjoon hesitantly, since he also saw your expression.

“Thanks. And thank you again for the food.”

You took the paper and folded it into your back pocket. Jimin’s initial smile fell when he met your gaze, though Taehyung simply furrowed his brows in confusion and glanced toward the room you frankly had escaped.

“I’ll leave now,” you said hurriedly before anyone could comment on your obviously upsetting conversation with Yoongi. “Goodbye.”

Their united farewell followed you as you ambled down the hallway. You did your best not to look behind you, but you felt his dark, knowing eyes drilling into your back.

This wasn’t the last you had seen of Min Yoongi.

You were putting on your shoes when a door almost swung into your face. It was becoming a bad habit, but as you skittered out of the way, you couldn’t help but yelp in surprise. Stepping out of the bathroom was Seokjin, who strangely wore a jacket and gave you a curious look.

“I figured I could help carry down the stuff,” he told you, then pointed at a few canvas bags slumped against the shelves. “Those are Jungkook’s favorite shoes. You should probably take them with you as well, if only because he bought all himself.”

You and Seokjin stood in the descending elevator when you texted Jong-Yeol to come and pick you up. But as the two of you waddled out of the building carrying Jungkook’s belongings - Seokjin having offered to carry significantly more, an offer which you gracefully refused - you found that Jong-Yeol was already directly outside.

“Thank you for the help,” you said after Seokjin and Jong-Yeol had filled up the trunk. “I didn’t realize how much I had stolen from Namjoon until I tried lifting the bag up, and by then, all of his clothes were buried underneath Jungkook’s.”

“Typical,” said Seokjin with a laugh. “It’s really no effort, though.”

“Still, thanks,” you said as you opened the car door. “Let’s buy some takeaway first,” you told Jong-Yeol. “Jungkook’s probably starving.”

Jong-Yeol hurried around the side of the car to get into the driving seat. “Chinese?”

“Hmm, no. Fried chicken.”

“Before you leave, (Y/N)...”

Halfway into the car, you stopped and glanced over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Take care of Jeon Jungkook on behalf of all six members,” said Seokjin solemnly, his gaze trailing the ground. “And feel free to contact us whenever you need help or whatever. I’ll message Sejin-manager and tell him he should give you our numbers at the hospital.”

“He’s already given me all of your numbers,” you said with a smile. “I can send my KakaoTalk ID to you later tonight if you want, since it’s cheaper that way.”

Kim Seokjin smiled, too. “That would be convenient. Bye, (Y/N).”

He helped you with the car door, and then you were off. As much as you still boiled inside due to Min Yoongi and the situation he both had established and stirred up, you knew you couldn’t show distress in the face of Jungkook. He needed you strong, dependable, now more than ever.

Besides, it wasn’t as if you could ask him about the reason and dynamic of the engagement on his part. He was amnesic.

And perhaps that was for the better.

It was a fifteen-minute drive to the nearest fried chicken shop due to traffic. It took another fifteen for you to get to Asan Medical Center, which on the other hand was fortunate considering the number of cars filling the streets. You managed to get your emotions under control, even though the question kept brewing in the back of your mind.

What was the reason your parents wanted you to marry Jungkook so direly?

After checking the time on your phone and saying bye to Jong-Yeol, you jogged through the hospital toward Jungkook’s room. In your purse were a pair of fresh jeans and a t-shirt you had picked out at random from the duffel bag, and in your left hand, you held the chicken that was surprisingly yet warm. You knew he was the combination of brave, proud and stupid to never go back on his words. And since he so foolishly had proclaimed that he wouldn’t let himself be fed, you had decided upon fried chicken, which didn’t really need cutlery of any sort.

You were a bit anxious, not knowing what state he could possibly be in, but as you opened the door to his room and spotted him in his bed, surrounded by Kim Sejin, a woman in doctor’s robe and--

Park Yi-Jae. She was sitting quietly in a chair pulled up next to Jungkook’s bed, watching him. Her eyes narrowed when you burst through the door.

“(Y/N)! Finally!”

Jungkook blatantly pointed at you. “She’s the one,” he told the doctor eagerly. “I cannot remember anyone but her."

You noticed Yi-Jae and Sejin cringe, though both out of different reasons. Sejin looked hurt, while Yi-Jae stared pleadingly at Jungkook. He ignored both.

He only saw you.

You tried not to flush with embarrassment as the female doctor scrutinized you from head to toe. She was in her mid-thirties, short and had cut her black hair to shoulder-length, though it was loosely tied just above her neck currently. The doctor readjusted her glasses then held up a blue plastic clipboard slightly.

“Then perhaps you might be more helpful handling him,” she said. Her voice reminded you a bit of your mother’s, sharp and quick, though lower and more pleasant to the ears.

“We’ll leave (Y/N) to it, then. Come,” said Sejin and carefully touched Yi-Jae’s shoulder when she didn’t respond.

“No, I can’t leave him,” she protested, her tone trembling. “Not again. Only a terrible person would leave his or her beloved when they’re in a state such as this. I will rise above anything he might say, because the fact is, he simply doesn’t know better. And maybe I can help, too.”

Yi-Jae reached out and curled her fingers around Jungkook’s. His focus shifted slowly from you to her as she spoke.

“Do you really not feel or remember anything?” she asked him, the desperation making her voice hoarse. You could see tears lining her eyes and almost had to look away. It was too raw, too painful. “It’s me, Jungkook. My name is Park Yi-Jae. We met last year on a music show and you told me on our first date that you had never seen anyone more beautiful than I in your whole life. You have made me laugh every day on KakaoTalk since and we always made time to video chat whenever we were apart. The first time I told you I loved you was on Christmas Eve when you sang that little tune for me while we were out walking late at night. I told you last week I could imagine spending the rest of my life with you. You simply cannot have forgotten all of this, Jungkook, my honey.”

For a long moment, it was quiet in the room. You watched the tears roll down Park Yi-Jae’s slightly rosy cheeks and couldn’t help but think that she was one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen. Even while crying, she was prettier than you thought it fair for anyone to be.

Briefly, you thought Jungkook might have remembered something, that the almost ludicrous way of restoring his memories worked and had started just then and there - through reminding him of his love for Yi-Jae. While talking, she had leaned so close to him they could almost kiss. His brown, familiar large eyes were holding hers, silently observing, and he didn’t move away. But then, and in a tone you prior to then had only ever heard him use with you, Jungkook replied without twitching even an eyebrow.

“Don’t touch me.”

[autie-j]

A reminder for allistic people this April not to support Autism Speaks

Autism Speaks is basically the equivalent to an autism hate group. As a group Autism Speaks has a long history of causing damage to the autistic community. Their ad campaigns have spread so much negativity and fear about autism. They often speak of autism as if its a negative thing that steals children away, often refer to autistic children as "missing", and view it autism as an epidemic. They once released an ad titled, "I am Autism" in which they compared autism to cancer, claim autism causes parents to divorce, and framed autism as an evil thing that steals children away from their parents. If you watch the video it is very telling about how the organization views us autistic people, though huge trigger warning for the video.

This isn't just a thing of the past, however, as Autism Speaks is still pushing resources that stigmatizes us and harms autistic people. Their most recent work, the 100 Day Kit, encourages parents to blame their family difficulties on their autistic child. It uses phrases like, "When you find yourself arguing with your spouse be careful not to get mad at each other when it really is the autism that has you so upset and angry." And it encourages parents to view autism as a horrible disease from which their child can get better. Other issues with the 100 Day Kit is that it: spreads the myth that autism is on the rise and more prevalent in boys, encourages parents to grieve over their autistic children, encourages parents to be angry over their child's autism, equates autism to cancer, discourages autism acceptance, tells allistic children that its okay to be sad to have an autstic sibling, among many other issues. The 100 Day Kit is so bad that recently ASAN (Autism Self Advocacy Network) had to cut ties with Sesame Street after Sesame Street acknowledged that the program was bad but refused to cut ties with it.

Autism Speaks also supports some pretty awful things. One of which being the Judge Rottenberg Center, a horrible institution that abuses autistic people with electirc shocks. And they have also been known to support the anti-vaxxer movement.

Finally they have hardly any autistic people on their board, which violates one of the primary tenants of disability activism "Nothing about us, without us". Compare that to other autism organizations such as ASAN and the difference is really noticeable. Also, only a tiny 1.6% of their budget goes towards helping actual autistic people.

Please do not donate to an organization that harms autistic people this April! If you wish to support autistic people this Autism Acceptance Month, you could instead donate to groups run by actual autistic people such as ASAN (Autistic Self Advocacy Network) or AWN (Autistic Women and Nonbinary Network) or even donate to a local group. But most importantly, please remember to listen to what actual autistic people have to say this April!

Sources: https://medium.com/@KirstenSchultz/a-roundup-of-posts-against-autism-speaks-5dbf7f8cfcc6

https://www.google.com/amp/s/intheloopaboutneurodiversity.wordpress.com/2019/09/13/the-ableist-history-of-autism-speaks/amp/

https://intheloopaboutneurodiversity.wordpress.com/2019/08/12/a-look-at-autism-speaks-100-day-kit/

[liberhoe]

ooh, okay chat time! :) well, it really is a personal preference. like when i first watched the anime i didn't know it was a thing, but i found out soon because noya was always my favorite and i wanted content (and the first ship of his that i got into is far, far rarer than ykny), so then people told me and i was like, "really? and that's it? oh well whatever, not my thing so i'll pass". then as i went on it started to bother me, mainly because of some people in the fandom who came at me with the ship hate and trying to push pairing down my throat. which is something that i can't and won't stand, so, yeah! idk it's just a very big notp that i really don't want to see. besides, objectively speaking, i find them to be incompatible. in my own interpretation at least. like i get why people like them (one of my dearest friends ships asan*ya and she gave me a very personal and sweet opinion on it, and i respect it because she's my friend and shipping is subjective. this is just what i think), and there is a lot of fanservice, but to me, it's like: i couldn't care less about the size difference. what do they give to each other? i mean, look, i have two ships with nishinoya: one is with yaku, the other is with oikawa: in both cases, i see a lot of chemistry, a whole lot of mutual admiration and respect, and a matter of "i can keep up with you. we are both intense, we both have very strong personalities and ambitions, and we support each other no matter what." i see fun, i see romantic tension, i see possibilities. and sure, it's two different dynamics as ykny is literally soulmates who complement one another material and oiny is imperfect halves of a whole who chose each other with flaws and virtues material, but the gist is: they are balanced. it's not just one of them carrying the other or inspiring the other or predominating. they are equal and they are mutual. like, i can see why both parties would be drawn to one another in those two cases.

again this is my own view lol i see noya as a very inspiring and strong person and i hate how fandom diminishes his character to make him fit into the role of the stereotypical extroverted ray of sunshine and energy bottled up in a tiny body and paired up with big strong sensitive top. like no lol. have we watched the same anime? read the same manga? i dunno. but see, it really is mostly my own interpretation, with a couple of unfortunate encounters, but mainly interpretation and preference!

No you hit it on the head this is also why I dislike it (And Yakulev)

More under the cut bc i have a lot of Feelings about this

It’s mostly just the height. I don’t understand that. But also, their dynamic is so odd to me.

I find that Asahi is meek and that REALLY clashes with Noya. Alongside that, we’ve seen how they react to an argument with each other. Asahi closes off and has a hard time apologizing/looking at him(and suga) and Noya is brash, stubborn, and even explosive. This… would not go well.

Another issue is just, the way the fandom portrays them both.

according to fandom Noya is an airhead who’s only really good at volleyball. They make him so shallow. He’s dumb, harsh, obsessive, and always seems to ruin plans. That.. That’s not Noya.

And don’t get me started on Asahi. I’m so fucking tired of the jesus jokes because it literally ended up being part of his ‘character’. He’s portrayed as overly innocent, a pacifist, always nervous, and he often is portrayed worrying about the smallest of things every second.

I’m not sure if I should even explain how much that relationship would suck.

Anyway.

Asahi would most likely have noya making all the decisions and he would struggle with the most VITAL part of a relationship: Communication. Noya would pick up on it and push until Asahi breaks and then Noya has to try and figure things out. To me, Noya would have to instigate most of the relationship. And not only that, but both of them clash in how they argue.

Noya is, as I said earlier, blunt and explosive. He knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to say it. He lets all of his feelings out without thinking of their effect.

Asahi is, out of the four fear responses, a fawn. He’s a pleaser. And not only that, but he shuts down. Asahi would take the harsh words Noya is saying and he’d internalize it. And while Noya would want to fix the problem, Asahi would most likely try to just go along with it without really saying what’s on his mind.

There’s so much that just upsets me about Asan*ya(censored for search bar). I could be here for HOURS

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Jenny’s Belated Live Blogging - 2nd March 2020

- finally watched yesterday’s episode

- I can’t wait till we can just forget Graham existed because I’m very tired watching Kim, Rhona and Andrea claim that that cared about him or loved him or whatever. I mean...the fact that they’re still reinventing him even after death is just...well..it’s the most consistent thing about him I suppose. I think even Rebecca had a more consistent backstory than Graham and that’s saying something. Haha. 

- Like, on the one hand, I kind of liked Andrea being there for Rhona all day. I kind of like Kim and Rhona sharing scenes, even if they’re shouting. I liked Jamie checking up on Rhona. I liked the Rhona and Marlon scene in the pub. I even thought Kim and Andrea’s shouting match was pretty decent. But the fact that the subject matter is...Graham is just...well it doesn’t really work. So I can’t wait till we can move beyond that. 

- Also....that picture with Rhona, Leo and Graham really looked like Graham had just been photoshopped in. haha.

- New Ellis still makes me sad. Haha. I just miss Asan. But at least they’re starting to give him more actual scenes. But I still prefer Billy at this point. 

- Speaking of Billy...that whole scrapyard thing didn’t go the way people feared. And Chas was the one that pointed out that Aaron might have a problem with it. So I guess people really should just wait and see how these things play out. I still kind of hope Billy stays on at the scrapyard though and he and Aaron just work through things, especially since the show acknowledged that there still might be problems. Maybe they can take this opportunity to resolve them. I just want Aaron to have a friend. And I like Billy better than New Ellis.

- I am glad that Marlon got both of them in the divorce though. I really like his relationship with Billy and Ellis. 

- I don’t really know why April has that phone either. How old is she? 10? Does she need a phone? Also it looks so big in her tiny hands. Haha. 

- There are small moments where I don’t mind Nate with Tracy and then he’ll go and say some absurdly cheesy line that just comes off as creepy and trying way too hard and then I’m like, gross get away from her. What was that line about Charity being jealous that Tracy was more beautiful?!?! Come on writers...I mean clearly it’s in character for him, but can we pretend it isn’t? 

- Interesting seeing Cara interact with more people though even if she’s not making any friends. It’s weird because when she’s reminiscing with Cain, you see a different side to her and it’s clear she grew up more in that kind of environment but then the rest of the time she just seems like she’s too good for this village and these people and then I don’t like her as much. So...we’ll see if she softens. 

- Michelle continues to do well with Vanessa’s cancer story. She’s kind of breaking my heart. I liked her scene with Manpreet. And her scene with Marlon was also lovely. You can see how much they care about each other too and I like the quiet understanding that just passed through them about the trauma they’d both just been through. It was a good scene. Understated. 

- I do wish she’d tell people though even though her reasons for not wanting to are valid. And obviously Charity is going to screw up and tell someone and then we’ll have drama. Although I don’t blame Vanessa for being snappy with Charity because Charity would be way too much for me to deal with. She’s too anxious herself and then constantly having to apologize. 

- The scene with Charity playing with the kids was cute though. 

- Also...Paddy continues to be THE WORST. He’s less funny than Nate’s terrible lines are meant to be sometimes. ugh..

[anxiously-going]

April 15: Free day! Write about any topic you want!

As promised I want to discuss self-diagnoses, and in particular, mine.

The first thing you should no about self-diagnosing is that it's not a one and done thing.

It's finding a post that you relate to and being surprised to find it tagged as #actually autistic because "wait. Not everyone does that?"

Then ignoring it and brushing it off. Till you find more and more and more and eventually you think, "Ok. Maybe there's something to this."

And then it's research. So. Much. Research.

It's remembering events from childhood that now, armed as you are with your hours and hours of research make sense. Finally, they make sense.

It's reading and rereading the DSM-V on good days and bad days, thinking it will help you understand what it's saying if you read on both because it discusses "negative behavior".

But then you just regret it all together because, "What if I'm just faking it? What if I'm purposely trying to fit into the criteria?"

And part of you does what to fit. Because nothing else makes sense.

Anxiety covers some of your experience, but it can't explain other parts.

Depression does the same thing. It explains some things, but not others.

But all your research on autism? That answers so many questions.

It answers so many that it's almost painful. Because your whole life the answer was right there. But nobody in your life had the information resources to see it.

They didn't know any better than you did.

It's finally accepting after months and years of research and self-reflection and introspection that this is the answer.

You were the "weird kid" growing up, sure. But it wasn't "abnormal" it was just a different normal. And it feels like coming home. Suddenly you realize, everything that singled you out and made you "weird" was only weird because no one else understood. But now you do. You get it now. You're at peace with yourself.

For the most part.

There's still plenty of questioning, plenty of doubting, plenty more hours of research. But it gets less and less as time moves on.

That's how I came to discover I am autistic. I was doing some research for a character in an original work, and about a week into it, I stopped gathering information for that character and I started gathering it for myself.

The deeper I dug the more and more I found myself and my experience in the actually autistic tag, in the resources and experiences of others on ASAN.

I was just beginning to allow myself to believe that autism just might be the answer I'd been looking for when it happened.

I was asked point-blank by a coworker if I was autistic.

I explained all my research, explained how I had even found a study that linked Neurofibromatosis(a rare neurological disorder that I have) has been connected to autism and ADHD, especially in AFAB folks. And after all that I said that I still wasn't sure. I had a lot more to research, and I didn't think an official diagnosis was anywhere in my near future so I might not ever know for sure.

Then she told me she thought it made sense, I reminded her a great deal of her little sister, who is autistic. Now, mind you, my coworkers is in her sixties, and her sister had been diagnosed as a child.

I can't really explain the relief I felt when she said that. It was so....comforting to know that the hours, and at that point almost a year's worth of research, I had put it in made sense to some besides me. Someone that had known me less than a month at that point.

That's been about two and a half years ago now.

Not long after that I worked up the nerve to show my mom the study I had found that linked NF to autism and ADHD. At first, she didn't really say much and I let the matter drop.

A few months later we were at training for work and went with some of her work buddies to lunch and standing in line in that tiny restaurant I started to get overwhelmed. Mom offered to order for me so I could go outside and wait.

When she and her friends came out, one of them asked me if I was ok.

I said I was, and since my mom and I hadn't really talked about the autism thing much, I just said that I get overwhelmed in loud crowded places.

And my mom, without us ever really talking about it, said that it was a sensory thing and had I been in public school I probably would have been diagnosed with autism.

Most of the time, I'd say get permission from someone before saying something like that, just in case the person you're talking about doesn't actually want people knowing.

But for me. In that moment. It was validating. Someone else was seeing what I had only just learned to see in myself. And not just that, but it wasn't a big deal. It was a statement, and yes there was a little bit of explaining, but for the most part the conversation just moved right along. No one commented on my rocking or sternum tapping or lack of eye contact.

Discovering that I'm autistic has been one of the best experiences of my life. It gave me so many answers and it gave me permission, in so many ways, to be myself. It taught me to be gentle with myself when I shutdown, and not berate or get angry at myself when I meltdown, it taught me to be kinder to myself.

All of those things are still struggles for me, I'll be honest. But it's at least helped. It's been a step in the right direction.

[dannymillerfansite]

Emmerdale : Spoilers & Cast List & time of episodes 24-28 December

Monday 24 December - Christmas Eve - 7.00 PM

Digital Spy

It's the eve of Marlon and Jessie's surprise wedding. After getting drunk in The Woolpack, Sam and Marlon spot the truck containing Charity’s booze delivery sitting open.

Later, the drayman drives off, unknowingly carrying away Marlon and Sam who are fast asleep in the back.

Meanwhile, Bob can't afford presents for the twins this Christmas. He considers stealing from the hospital charity gifts, but can he really sink so low?

Elsewhere, Rodney vows to break an impasse.

Radio Times

Rodney vows to break up the impasse between Nicola and Bernice, Jessie is devastated to see Monty tucking into the wedding cake, and Bob considers stealing from a hospital to make ends meet. 

ITV

Jessie's wedding plans continue to go awry as Belle reveals Zak and Lisa are staying in Scotland and Monty eats the wedding cake. 

Tuesday 25 December - Christmas Day - 7.15 PM

Hour-long episode

It's Christmas Day and Sam and Marlon wake up in the back of a delivery van in the middle of nowhere. Marlon tells Sam that they need to rush back to the village, as Lydia has arranged a surprise wedding for him.

Later, Marlon does make it back on time but faints when he realises that he's the one getting married. At the same time, Sam is crushed to learn that he’s got it all wrong.

Meanwhile, Bob has pawned his watch but is devastated to realise that he's bought the kids the wrong gifts. Can Bob get himself out of his mounting debts and grim situation?

Elsewhere, Jacob hands Maya a present and they kiss, but they get interrupted by David. The situation grows awkward as Jacob stays hidden as David and Maya kiss.

Also today, Nicola and Jimmy arrive for dinner with the family after being invited by Rodney. Upon arriving, they realise they are not welcome and Liam dishes up tiny portions for the unexpected guests.

Wednesday 26 December - Boxing Day - 7.00 PM

What’s On TV

There’s consoling going on over at Aaron Dingle and Robert Sugden’s place too…

Digital Spy

It's the aftermath of the wedding.

Robert consoles Aaron.

Jacob endures heartbreak.

ITV

Bob worries as Brenda asks him about exchanging the video games he bought the twins for Christmas. 

It’s the aftermath of the wedding...

Robert consoles Aaron!

Thursday 27 December - 7.00 PM (only one episode)

Digital Spy

The police descend on the village.

Bernice is in a state of denial.

The pressure mounts on Bob.

What’s On TV

There are questions which need answering as the police descend on the village but will the officers uncover the information they’re looking for in Emmerdale?

ITV

Bob's financial woes continue when Eric tells him has to settle up for his stay at B&B.

Friday 28 December - 7.00 PM

Digital Spy

Bernice is furious when she sees the salon decorated for her 50th birthday, not wanting Liam to know her age.Determined to hate every second, Bernice pops all the balloons.

Meanwhile, Harriet wants to track down Dawn. Will Ryan succeed in helping her find her?

Elsewhere, Victoria feels a stab of jealousy.

ITV

Matty falsely accuses Charity of scuppering his date with Heather and gets himself the sack in the process. 

CAST LIST COVERING THIS WEEK & NEXT.

Aaron Dingle Danny Miller

Amelia Spencer Daisy Campbell

Angelica King Rebecca Bakes

April Windsor Amelia Flanagan

Belle Dingle Eden Taylor-Draper

Bernice Blackstock Samantha Giles

Billy Fletcher Jay Kontzle

Bob Hope Tony Audenshaw

Bonnie Shola Adewusi

Brenda Walker Lesley Dunlop

Cain Dingle Jeff Hordley

Cathy Hope Gabrielle Dowling

Charity Dingle Emma Atkins

Chas Dingle Lucy Pargeter

Dan Spencer Liam Fox

David Metcalfe Matthew Wolfenden

Dawn Taylor Olivia Bromley

Daz Spencer Mark Jordon

Debbie Dingle Charley Webb

Diane Sugden Elizabeth Estensen

Dr Naya Hartley Maya Barcot

Doug Potts Duncan Preston

Drayman Howard Chadwick

Elliot Windsor Luca Hoyle

Ellis Chapman Asan N'Jie

Eric Pollard Christopher Chittell

Faith Dingle Sally Dexter

Frank Clayton Michael Praed

Gabby Thomas Rosie Bentham

Harriet Finch Katherine Dow Blyton

Heath Hope Sebastian Dowling

Irene Stocks Eithne Browne

Isaac Benedict Shaw

Jacob Gallagher Joe-Warren Plant

Jai Sharma Christopher Bisson

Jessie Grant Sandra Marvin

Jimmy King Nick Miles

Kerry Wyatt Laura Norton

Laurel Thomas Charlotte Bellamy

Leanna Cavanagh Mimi Slinger

Leyla Harding Roxy Shahidi

Liam Cavanagh Jonny McPherson

Liv Flaherty Isobel Steele

Lydia Hart Karen Blick

Mandy Dingle Lisa Riley

Marlon Dingle Mark Charnock

Matty Barton Ash Palmisciano

Maya Stepney Louisa Clein

Moira Dingle Natalie J Robb

Nicola King Nicola Wheeler

Noah Dingle Jack Downham

Paddy Kirk Dominic Brunt

PC Swirling Andy Moore

Pearl Ladderbanks Meg Johnson

Pete Barton Anthony Quinlan

Priya Kotecha Fiona Wade

Rhona Goskirk Zoe Henry

Rishi Sharma Bhasker Patel

Robert Sugden Ryan Hawley

Rodney Blackstock Patrick Mower

Rosie Lucy Hird

Ryan Stocks James Moore

Sam Dingle James Hooton

Samson Dingle Sam Hall

Santa Howard Corssley

Sarah Sugden Katie Hill

Selwyn Trone Huggins

Tracy Metcalfe Amy Walsh

Vanessa Woodfield Michelle Hardwick

Victoria Barton Isabel Hodgins

Vinnie Bradley Johnson

Security guard Duggal Ram

Stripper Chris Ritchie

Doctor Chris Pybus

Paramedic Nicholas Camm

Pimp Robert Ashcroft