#.600

[thepixelelf]

[hear me now] You blink down at your phone screen, and the single notification of a missed call from Wonwoo. There are no messages from him, nor any indication towards what the call could've been about. At first, your heart raced at the possibility of an emergency, but it's just one call from fifteen minutes ago. Surely, if it was an emergency, he'd call again, right?

After pressing "call back", you lift your phone up to your ear and wait for the dial tone. It only rings once.

"Hey," comes Wonwoo's voice, and because you know him, you can hear his smile in the single word.

"Hey," you parrot. "How are the boys?"

"They're fine."

You chuckle a bit, expecting him to say more about the group that hasn't been able to hang out as a whole in months. It's not that they don't care enough about each other -- it's that coordinating a meetup between 13 people is about as easy as teaching a pug calculus.

"Just fine?" you ask.

"Yeah." He's still smiling; you're sure of it.

You smile too. "What was the call for, then?"

"Just wanted to hear your voice."

Your heart warms, and at the same time, you hear approximately twelve groans in the near distance.

"Come collect your mans!" Seungkwan whines in the background. "He's literally only talked about you for the past two hours!"

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo scenarios #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo fluff #seventeen fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #.100 #.200 #.300 #.400 #.500 #.600 #.700 #.800 #.900 #.1k #.1.5k #svt scenarios #svt fluff #jeon wonwoo imagines #svt x reader #svt imagines

[flowersforvax]

vanilla extract might be my favorite new meme

#the wheezing laugh i let out every time i click on vanilla extract #so stupid lmao #shitpost #vanilla extract #tumblr polls #memes #my post highlights #captain's log one hour after posting: 600 notes i am. afraid. #250 #500 #1k #2k #5k #10k #20k

[aloekat]

his ass is NOT grant o’brien!!!!

#dropout #game changer #zac oyama #aloe.etc #yes i know its because grant has covid but its still its funny they kept the bit going #100 #200 #hey why did this blow up so fast #300 #400 #GUYS CALM DOWN ITS NOT THAT FUNNY #500 #you guys are on fire #600 #700 #what the fuck chat #800 #900 #1k #MY FIRST POST TO HIT 1K!! TYSM DROPOUT FANS!!! #2k #3k #4k

[coveredinsun]

rewatching lotr, and rewatched the hobbit trilogy like 2 weeks ago, and i must say. i love this franchise for all its “i knew a guy who knew a guy” relations. like to give just one example, gimli presumes for a second, like the whole fellowship, that frodo got injured by the cave troll in moria. but he’s actually just fine! because frodo just happens to be gimli’s dad’s boss’s situationship’s nephew, and therefore has the mithril shirt that gimli’s dad’s boss gave to his situationship right before gimli’s dad’s boss led the company to battle against, among others, legolas’s dad. legolas’s old situationship from like last year (60 years ago) was also there and chose, get this, gimli’s dad’s boss’s nephew over him. i love yall

#i know thorin isnt their boss but its silly to say it that way #makes me laugh #also #the legolas/tauriel and then kili/tauriel plot in the hobbit movies make me giggle #i waited 600 years dwarf did it in one week. I WAITED 600 YEARS DWARF DID IT IN ONE WEEK. #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #frodo baggins #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #gimli son of gloin #tolkien #bagginshield #<- HONESTLY WHY NOT #coveredinsunposting

[samipekoe]

my beautiful chicken wife

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #spoilers #i fell asleep and forgot to post this so now the read more has 600 notes bc u guys are THIRSTY !!!!

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Eccentric Flint in the Form of a Scorpion.

Place of origin: Belize, Guatemala, Honduras, or Mexico (Mesoamerica)

Culture: Maya

Date: A.D. 600–900

Medium: Stone, Chert

#7th century #10th century #flint #eccentric flint #scorpion #mesoamerica #maya #mexico #belize #guatemala #honduras #stone #chert #a.d. 600 #a.d. 900 #history #museum #archeology #archaeology

[chaosemmie]

whadda hell

#korrasami #lok #hi dont mind me still posting redraws after 600 years!!! #emdoods #i love u woemn. I love you Wome n

[purpe]

rip jake the dog, you would’ve loved swearing on adventure time

#a crime that we never heard him say fuck #jake the dog #adventure time #fiona and cake #merry talks #*100 #*200 #*300 #*400 #*500 #*600 #*700 #*800 #*900 #*1k #*1.5k #*2k #*2.5k #*3k #*3.5k #*4k

[thepixelelf]

prompt: "what am i supposed to do while you're gone?" "what do you usually do when i'm gone?" "wait for you to come back"

warnings: implied fwb; recast fic

[nights before] Joshua doesn't do mornings after.

Or, it's more accurate to say, he didn't do mornings after.

He blames that on your unreasonably comfortable bed. After all, what other possible reason could there be to feel so warm, so at home in a place that certainly isn't his. What other reason could he have to want to smother himself to death in your pillows, or to hold you close enough to—

"I gotta go," you mumble, voice filtered in the slow, quiet way the morning always forces on you. His fingers twitch to hold you closer, but Joshua forces his arms to stay limp while you slip away. He keeps his eyes shut while you go through the motions of your routine, listening to the sounds you make. The click of the light switch in the bathroom, the soft pad of your footsteps, the steady woosh of the sink when you wash your hands.

He sits up a bit before you emerge from the bathroom, eyes lazily squinted while he scours the room for his shirt. It has to be somewhere.

"Don't hurt yourself there, buddy," you say when you see what he's doing. Bending down, you pick up his shirt from the foot of the bed and throw it at him. The shirt flops over his head, and you chuckle at how slowly he reacts. Groggily, he pulls the shirt on, a smile creeping its way onto his lips.

"Thanks." He twiddles his thumbs. "Where are you going so early?"

You snort, checking yourself in the mirror before glancing back at him on the bed. "It's ten already."

"On a Saturday. And that doesn't answer my question."

Laughing again at his naturally cheeky demeanour, you explain, "One of my meetings was moved to earlier for some reason. I shouldn't be out for that long, but you're welcome to stick around and gather yourself instead of running out with your tail between your legs."

(Joshua likes your smirk too much to care about the implications of your words.)

He tilts his head to the side. "So you're saying I can wait for you."

"Now when did I say that?" you tease, a brow raised. Even though you don't say it, he hears a yes in the way you smile.

It's always been like this. Playful. Teasing. Anything but serious.

Joshua is too scared to make it anything else.

"Well what am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

You approach the bed, casually putting your hands on your hips. "I don't know. What do you usually do when I'm gone?"

"Wait for you to come back."

Playfully rolling your eyes at his goofy smile, you reach out a hand. "You're such a dork."

Joshua falls back onto your sheets when you poke his forehead, giggles erupting from his chest. These mornings, he could get used to.

The sounds of your footsteps walking away jolt him upright once more.

"Just one," he calls out. "Before you go."

Joshua made one rule when this whole unorthodox arrangement started: no kissing. You'd both reasoned later to change the rule to no lip-to-lip action, although you were very understanding of his hesitancy. He told you there was too much intimacy in traditional kisses — you might fall in love with him if you get to kiss his luscious lips, he'd said.

He shouldn't have been worried about you falling in love, though. Even with the rule, he's in trouble.

You smile as you once again approach the bed, and Joshua knows he's in deep because when you brush back the hair that tickles his eyelids and press a slow, warm kiss on his forehead, he treasures it so much more than anything that happened the night before.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #joshua hong scenarios #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong imagines #hong jisoo scenarios #hong jisoo imagines #hong jisoo x reader #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #.100 #.200 #.300 #.400 #.500 #.600

[esora247]

them <3

#augh #very rushed and messy but them <3 #heaven official's blessing #tgcf #mxtx #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #fanart #more notes than usual #100 #200 #300 #400 #500 #600 #700 #800 #900 #1k #1.5k #2k #2.5k #my art ¯\ (ツ) /¯ #3k

[fvriva]

its really easy making friends on Tumblr actually. you just become your friends' algorithms. i see garfield i send it to my garfield mutual. i see hedgehog i send it to my mutual who has a hedgehog. i see hedgehog (somic) i send it to my sonic the hedgehog mutual. ez

#chesca.txt #400 #500 #600 #700 #800 #1k #2k #3k #4k #6k #10k #17k #19k #20k #21k

[staffs-secret-blog]

They're actually doing it

#you get this for viewing 600 posts a day..

[gojosbf]

it's the endearing look when the other is looking away for me

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satosugu #itafushi #gojo satoru #geto suguru #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #200 #300 #400 #500 #600 #700 #800 #900 #1k

[yw4]

src

#kidcore #toycore #nintendogs #charms #nintendo ds #ds #uploads #100 #200 #300 #400 #500 #600 #700 #800 #900 #1000

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

#writeblr #warm up #my dad was actively doing bad shit to us and we STILL were told we were lucky . and to a point i do think im lucky #i just think also there's somethin to be said about like. how about we stop using comparison to dismiss ppls individual struggles #yes there are people who have no perspective. for the reference tho having perspective actually made me really unwilling to get help #for what was a serious and debilitating mental health issue. bc i thought i didnt DESERVE IT #and i would rather have 600 ppl who aren't THAT bad get help and get heard and get seen #than make any 1 kid. do the math that i did: look at the world that is dying and the people who are hurting and say #''oh. okay. others have it worse. they are probably better people than i am. i am being unreasonable. i cannot ask for help #i am not good. i am taking too much space. i am not worth saving.'' #bc our WHOLE lives we are taught a scarcity mindset - that you can 'steal' from someone. so that instead of changing a system that doesn't #actually offer fair support to everyone #we put the impetus on the individual to just... demand less. #and here's something - there are probably ppl who think i DIDNT deserve to get help #bc i DID have it better than other people #and something about that is ... so sickening. bc i think all of us in some way at some point WILL need help. #we were supposed to make communities. we were supposed to offer our hands. we were supposed to raise the barn #instead we said: it could be worse. now handle it yourself

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Bird ornament.

Date: A.D. 600–800

Place of origin: Guatemala or Mexico, Mesoamerica

Culture: Maya

Medium: Shell

#history #museum #archeology #archaeology #Mesoamerica #precolumbian #bird ornament #guatemala #mexico #7th century #9th century #shell #maya #a.d. 600 #a.d. 800