#also here you go

[skzoologist]

Who will piece me back together?

word count: ~1100

warnings: angst, hateful online comments, self-doubt and hate, comfort at the end

summary: Even the strongest fall sometimes, but there is no shame in that.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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He was just browsing on his phone, as a means of winding down from a hard day of practice, before getting some much needed shut eye in. All he needed was some mindless scrolling, really; but a news article caught his eye and he quickly found himself falling down a rabbit hole of hateful threads and comments.

How he was just a visual, or how his voice was a sad attempt at copying Felix. He could ignore comments like those, he was used to them by now.

The cuts weren't deep enough to really hurt him, no, those remarks were easy to brush off. The ones that called him fake, a pretender, now those jabbed straight into his heart.

Why?

Because he hated his two-sidedness more than anyone. But he had no choice, the company gave clear instructions: keep up the icy prince play.

No matter how much he wanted to hug his Chan hyung back or accept Lee Know hyung's offered food with a smile (and offer back one in return), or how much he ached to let Changbin cling to him, along with Felix and Hyunjin. Or maybe even playfully chase around and hug the two youngest ones, when they were a bit too cheeky with their words.

He wanted to do these occasionally, even against his shy personality, but no.

He couldn't do any of these in front of a camera, in front of the eyes of the world.

His vision blurred the more he scrolled down, the words becoming unreadable, just despicable blobs of white on a dark screen. Feeling a sob clawing its way out of his chest, he tightly bit his lip and stilled his breath. If he wasn't breathing, he wouldn't disturb anyone with potential sobs; it was only logical.

Just like the comments' reasoning.

They were all true, he could not deny any of them. He was a pretender, after all and his accusations weren't like any of the other members', no.

They were true, through and through.

A knocking sound broke him out of his haze, chest shuddering as it was allowed to move again and he had to bite back a sob so hard, he thought his jaw broke.

"Bae hyung, can I borrow your mouse, please? Mine broke and I need something to play with until I can get a new one tomorrow." - the deep voice of Felix, who just invited himself in, like usual, and invaded the room, gently bouncing off its muted walls.

It never bothered Bae before, when the others invited themselves in, but did he regret it at that moment.

"Sure, you know where it is." - he answered, voice a bit muffled as he was turned away from the door and his guest, face only half hidden in the pillow to not seem too suspicious. Maybe Felix wouldn't notice and think he was just tired. God, he hoped so.

He intently listened to the younger's enthusiastic 'Thanks' and shuffling noises, as he was trying to get his desired object in the dark.

It was suffocating, quite literally, to wait in silence. His chest felt like it wanted to combust, the urge to let out the sobs crawling up his throat almost winning.

A curse left the younger's lips, a question he didn't quite catch hanging in the air. He wanted to say a simple 'Sure', but instead a quiet, pathetic sound left his lips and the air stilled. His fists tightened around the sheets, chest feeling tighter than ever.

"...Hyung, what's wrong?"

He broke, that disgusting sob rattling his whole ribcage as it finally ran free, leaving destruction in its wake.

The bed dipped as a new body joined his, gentle hands guiding his body into a comforting hold. Hands immediately clasped onto Felix's pyjama shirt desperately and he could feel the boy's tense form.

He knew the younger wanted to ask questions, to get answers and to try and help, but he couldn't answer. His throat was unable to form anything besides soft whines and sobs, no matter how many times he tried to form a single word. Felix seemed to have noticed, because he merely continued running gentle fingers through Bae's long hair, slightly rocking them side to side.

Soft vibrations left the freckled boy's chest as he hummed, knowing the older well enough that he enjoyed them. It was a desperate attempt to calm him down, one that worked, even as the younger boy's own voice choked up sometimes, unable to hide the freshly shedded tears anymore.

Felix was always very empathetic and soft, breaking out in tears whenever someone cried.

Bae slightly lifted his head, the gentle motions in his hair stopping and giving him space to move. He looked up at the crying boy in front of him and wiped the flowing tears away, a wobbly smile forming on his own face.

"Thank you, Lixie, but don't waste your tears on me." "It's not a waste! You were, are, still crying, Dal hyung! You, who always puts up a strong front for us all. You said it yourself to us at an award show, that crying is not a sign of weakness. So please, hyung, tell me what caused this and let me help you!"

It all bubbled up out of the boy, taking the older by surprise.

Was that really how they saw him, someone dependable?

Another, now adoration-filled sob broke through his chest (god, and he thought he finally calmed down enough); the real cause, the comments, the threads all stumbling out of his mouth.

A part of him unravelled in front of the boy, an inevitable thing, really.

But it was fine.

Felix was there to pick his parts up and slowly, but steadily put him back together.

"When you first hugged me back on stage years ago, you made me the happiest person that week. And when you started initiating simple touches with us we were all so proud. What does it matter what the company wants? Changbinnie hyung is right, you shouldn't care about it. If you want to behave like that for yourself, then by all means, that's fine. Lee Know hyung isn't a touchy person either, yet we love him all the same and he loves us in return. Dal hyung… be who you want to be. For yourself."

Silence followed the heartfelt speech, only quiet sniffles breaking it occasionally from both occupants of the room. There was no real need for an answer, the weight of the words heavy to bear.

Felix just took Bae’s vulnerable form in his hold once again, his real objective long forgotten as he comforted one of his hyungs.

It would all be fine.

He would be fine.

#so 'fun' fact: physical touch makes Bae nauseous and uncomfortable if he doesn't know the other person #that is what the stage hug refers to #first time Bae actually reciprocated a hug #also here you go #his full name is available to you guys #skz #stray kids #skz oc #stray kids oc #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #glacial prince #lee felix #stray kids fiction #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #skz fiction #stray kids fic #skz fic #drabble

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted #also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my #notifs page cleanish lol #also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because #of investors bankrolling everything #and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest #however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point #once again. so many murder dollars #so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction #anyways . love yall 💕 #origibberish #bigger gibbers

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

#obligatory disclaimer that this really really obviously is not universal #I do live in a major progressive city #there's definitely a level of a liberal bubble effect here #but it's still really powerful to see it #because even in a major liberal enclave there were so many limits on the gender roles and homophobia etc. etc. fronts #and also the limits of the oppressive weight of obligatory teen apathy lol #seriously go gen z. so glad you guys decided cringe is dead. I love you for that so much #and I love it for you #not news #life #hope #homophobia #sexism #teens #teenagers #progress #gen z #btw if it wasn't clear I'm a #millennial #plush toy #plushie #squishmallows #build a bear #stuffed animal #like the idea of almost any teenager much less teenage boys #saying IN FRONT OF THEIR PEERS #that they are excited about their STUFFED ANIMALS #when I was a teenager #????? #cannot imagine that ever happening.

[martyrbat]

hate when a batman artist isn't committed to bruce's lame bat schtick... give that man a bat insignia on the bottom of his boots rn

#edit: check reblogs for the addition to this post 👍 #listen. i can call it lame. hes a loser and its part of his character to be a loser. but he's also a committed cunt. #you think hes going to NOT have bat shoe imprints?? you think thats the one thing he's going to suddenly be subtle about? #commit to the campiness or get outta here!!! #ransom note

[samble-moved]

post itself

false flags

trans/adjacent tags

accessibility features

tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)

flashing / strobing / lights

unblockable flashing ad

buying ad free

staff @/macmanx guilt trip

list of staff + more issues

#post nuked bc proshippers started insulting people who rbed this and implied partyjockers attempted to Kill staff? it was getting old so #archive links still under the cut if you want and you can rb this from others if you want the og #hint: if you dislike this post or want to debunk parts of it the way to go about it isn't to call people who've rbed it 'disgusting little #fuck ups' that are 'spreading anti shipper lies' #note: this post is and was Not about ship discourse jesus fucking christ proshippers get a grip #also ace discoursers are here too? this isn't about you either? #edit 2: if you send me an anon regarding this post about how im policing discussion or 'don't really want it' #but then stop replying when i answer your ask #maybe that's. not helping discussion? #i nuked this post as people started making up false accusations to smear people staff sniped. aka accusing someone of IRL ATTEMPTED MURDERS.

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me. #real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you. #and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love. #lit #the hunger games #everlark #otp: real or not real? #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #text #tais toi lys #thgpost

[swordy-da-goat]

#myart #wizard #wizards #the road wiz #someone mentioned the cones getting names so here you go #also i know that darrel is a traffic drum but no good names rhyme with drum #god these guys are fun to draw

[suiheisen]

"You can tell that there was a wealth of love that went into making this film so I hope people can take just a little bit of that love out with them." - Eugene Lee Yang | Go Behind The Animation for Nimona

#to the people who keep going: aw they made ballister look like pedro pascal..... have you never seen the beautiful riz ahmed................ #anyway here he is <3 #also eugene drop your makeup line i would buy everything #i’ve been obsessesing over this movie the past few days. beautiful representation 🥹 #anyway. i need to see eugene and riz be boyfriends in a non animated movie now #nimona #nimonaedit #nimona spoilers #riz ahmed #chloe grace moretz #eugene lee yang #lgbtq #lgbt #long post

[dozydawn]

Fenton Vaseline Glass Snail, Vintage Yellow Opalescent Uranium Glass

#uranium glass #vaseline glass #snail #the dime for scale is much appreciated dear seller #paperweight #i guess? #uranium glass menagerie let’s go #gastropods #molluscs #mollusks #fenton #i knew this would do numbers yall are too easy #1k #as long as you’re here. remember when the lich fucked up the sweet waving snail from adventure time? #also so many of you think uranium glass is way more dangerous than it is. chill #it doesn’t need the hype it’s already sick af

[originalartblog]

Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.

If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.

#learn basic internet etiquette i am begging but also holding a knife. yes i'm mad. more about others than myself. #do you know how many artists i have seen leave social media because their art started being reposted all over? #tip: way too fucking many #i've had many people tell me about people reposting my art on tiktok #no one ever asked to repost my art on tiktok. ever. they just save super fried bad crunchy jpegs of my art and repost them #they get 20k likes and don't even bother naming me #also a reason i started signing my name more legibly and why my blog web address is always there but apparently no one can even read that #a few people got an ok for translations on other platforms though #i'm going to be annoying with this post and reblog it a few times to try to catch the people who apparently need to be told #tiny skk adventures #nawy's comics #nawy's doodles #apparently those are reposters' favourites so here look at this

[rythyme]

a lot of the popular "queerbait" ships are just "these two characters are friends / they stood close together once" but every once in a while i'll stumble into an unfamiliar ship tag and see shit like "in episode 169 Scrungko gives Blorbis multiple prostate orgasms with an anal vibrator while pretending to date him" and like. idk what the hell is going on there. but if it's not queerbait then they just invented something even more insane. maybe y'all are right sometimes.

#also this post is not an exaggeration bc i literally saw this in a post today #it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #<<< i'm not kidding what the HELL is happening in that show. how are they even still on air what season are they on #macdennis #I think that's the ship name idk. anyway i don't go here but y'all seem a little unhinged and i can't even blame you #theo.txt #100 #500 #1k #2k

[canisalbus]

You should put Machete in a turtle neck with a spooky shaped boob window, for what other holiday could you do such a thing?

#a little late but here you go #own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #Machete #Vasco #modern au #answered #anonymous #flat as a salt pan #also Vasco's accidental Miami Vice cosplay

[steelsartcorner]

BG3 Comic: An Unwelcome Surprise

(Be forewarned: Dark Urge Act 3 Spoilers. Post is tagged. Click “read more” for the full comic.)

I always find myself wondering about the side conversations that must happen between the other characters while your PC is busy talking to the plot point givers.

#astarion #gale of waterdeep #enver gortash #dark urge #astarion x durge #durgestarion #OC: Jiril the Wildling #bg3 #bg3 fanart #gale dekarios #bg3 comic #I’m not going to tag this durgetash since that’s not end game for Jiril but 100% they did in the past #Jiril is a wild magic sorcerer and their hands darken with magic when a magic surge is coming on #make of that what you will here #bg3 spoilers #spoilers #dark urge spoilers #also don’t mind me changing my inking style up I’m experimenting and inflicting it all on you #my art

[isjasz]

Part 1- The Orphanage

IT BEGINS WOOOOOOOO this was meant to inform ppl of the lore in tpn for the sake of the au then it got out of hand helpme

Designs | Part 1 | Part 2 (End)

#The Promised Hermitopia #dddaily4sherin #day 208 cherrysherin i hate ur guts /HJ #my art #comic #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #grian #featuring #xisumavoid #tangotek #impulsesv #skizzleman #jimmy solidarity #bigb is also in here #trafficblr #hermitblr #ignore that fact that the shading/coloring got progressively better the further u read idfk what happened HSJKADda #Also sorry that this honestly isnt really that interesting if you know the series already #like i mentioned its meant to set up the premise of TPN for our au so ppl who dont at least know whats going on #but then the comic got super out of hand ASJKDASKDJ #i guess ill just think of this as comic practice ig HELPMEEE #Hoping u guys still enjoyed though!! :D #posting this is actually so scary im dipping immediately after pressing post BYE

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU #I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track) #The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more. #I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by #and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles! #Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise! #I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space. #It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is #You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together: #I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper. #I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything. #You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there. #Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite. #day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less: #'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all) #This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly. #(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

#this is very obviously about my battle with #ptsd #but i think it's also like a pretty apt metaphor for a lot of things like setting boundaries or going to therapy or choosing recovery #i was thinking about the 'comes back wrong' trope and i was like. oh no i have feelings about this bc i have mental illness #and once i stopped masking - i was WRONG. i was different #here's the good news: i am now INNUNDATED with love. fucking swimming in it. excelling at it. the people who stayed #learned my new self. my new different body and how i am different but i am trying. they have held me so tightly #and my life no longer feels quiet. it is not based in my suffering. it feels like i have been growing a tree in my chest #and now it is flowering. #it is so lovely to be surrounded by people who have said - oh! you cut off so many branches i was worried you weren't the same. but now... #... this is just a new you. and i love you. and i love that you're different and happy. #(but yeah also im nb so i was absolutely influenced by Trans things)