#anyway. I am so scared of being annoying every time I make a post but I'm being so brave about it

[leclerced]

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obviously when it all starts, you do start to cling to them a bit more right? Because all these murders happening around is enough to freak a sane person out, especially when it’s classmates, and people you see every day at college you know? and sure there are little things that tip you off, but you don’t want to see them, so you don’t really notice them. how they don’t want you driving around after dark can just be seen as them trying to protect you because there’s a scary murderer around! they’d love the fact that it makes you a little jumpy, and you become so much more attached to them, and they do also have to admit that your fear is hot as hell. They like being your big strong protectors you know?

And realistically. You are probably the safest girl on campus right now, and just because they are a little murder happy doesn’t mean they don’t love you, though it is odd that every time you tell them something that someone did to upset you, that person ends up dead.

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ok sorry … this was actually saved in my drafts … so it was my fault this time not tumblrs. i hit save not post. but i found it !!!

the first murder happens after the three of you go to a party, at some point you get separated from them. you went to pee while they were playing beer pong and somehow get distracted, bump into some friends after peeing and forget to make your way back to your boyfriends. twenty minutes pass and you suddenly remember promising to return to them, so you do. only they aren’t at the pong table anymore. you check your phone for texts, assuming they went looking for you and may have texted or called, but there’s nothing.

you spend an hour searching the house party for them, texting and calling both before you give up and decide to go home. you text the group chat, and both of them privately, and hit the “notify anyways” button that tells you their phones are both on do not disturb. the walk is short and uneventful, but because you’re alone and it’s dark, you’re a bit scared until you get home. you go to bed and try not to be annoyed that you were ditched. there’s got to be a worthy explanation.

when you wake up hours later to your boyfriends crawling into bed, you’re angry. mostly, from being woken. “excuse me. what time is it?” you lift your wrist and check the time on your smart watch, not even allowing them enough time to check and answer. “it’s four am. where have you been?”

max grunts, “we fell asleep upstairs.” your brows furrow in confusion but before you can ask why they went upstairs, he adds, “fooled around.”

you gasp, “seriously? without me?” it’s a bit rude to be honest. to go upstairs at a party and not take you with.

charles presses his face into your chest, “m sorry, pet, i thought i texted you. make it up in the morning? too tired now.” you glare at max as he cuddles up next to you too, but let them smother you despite the annoyance.

you have a nice morning, they wake you up after letting you sleep in later than usual and clean the apartment up. they debate making breakfast to surprise you, but charles points out their lie from the night before, and how he promised they’d make make up for fooling around without you. so you’re woken with sex and then breakfast, in that order, so it won’t get cold. then you take a nice bath and finally pick up your phone to check it, screen any socials you may have posted on the night before.

instead of seeing photos and videos from the night before on your feed, it’s full of news stories about a student being found dead. it takes two scrolls of your thumb to find out who. eric from your physics class. the guy who sits behind you and incessantly bothers you with his attempts at flirting. the last time you saw him outside of class was a few weeks ago, when he tried to force himself on you at a party. he was kicked out by the frat brothers, one of them caught him trying to corner you on the way to fetch a drink and he was kicked out. you hadn’t told anyone about it, just forced yourself to forget about the situation. you feel guilty for thinking he deserved it.

you find out a few hours later what happened. or at least, what your friends know from the rumor mill. he was at the same party you were, and he left around midnight, then his roommate found him murdered when he came home. it never crosses your mind that charles or max, or both, could be behind it; they went upstairs around two in the morning and came home at four. two of your friends even joked about seeing them go upstairs only to see you coming down minutes before, saying they thought you may have been fighting since you weren’t with them.

you think it had to be related to something he did, you’re convinced it’s a one off. the first murder doesn’t shake you too much, but your boyfriends insist on walking you to and from every class, taking you anywhere you need to go. they make a schedule that works around their own to create a buddy system so you’re never alone. when neither are in class, they’d just wait around for you to need to go somewhere so they could escort you. you think it’s silly until the second person dies. an ex boyfriend who was really shitty to you. your first thought is it was probably a drug deal gone bad until you find out he was stabbed just like eric. that one shakes you.

you excuse it though, and list all the people that also knew both of them. your ex was in the same friend group before he was ousted for treating you like shit, and a few of your friends have had classes with eric. one shared a dorm with him freshman year.

the third one is a girl you met once in the library. she spilled coffee on your laptop and refused to replace it. that doesn’t mean you knew her. it’s not another person connected to you. you tell yourself there’s no reason to freak out. but you really fucking like the buddy system.

#ask #🩰 anon #ghostface lestappen

[sebcosmothetransguy]

Partner Appreciation Post Pt. 1

even though my last post was about not being able to find inspo, i have suddenly found some (from such an obvious source as well). 

my partner. @slugbuglover (he/it)

i want to thank my boyfriend for coming into my life. i want to thank it for teaching me how to say things in a kind, appreciative way, before i knew how to express those feelings in those ways. i want to thank him for keeping me more self-aware than i’ve ever been in my entire life. i want to thank him for showing me how to be kinder to myself, how some things are not my fault, and that i deserve better sometimes. i want to thank it for showing me how to not be so self-critical, how to stop picking apart every little imperfection or mistake i make. i want to thank it for showing me that it takes time to learn, that some things CANNOT be learned the first try, and that’s okay. i want to thank him for showing me how to self-assess when i’m feeling feelings, and validate feelings for myself AND others, because i didn’t know how to before it came along. i want to thank him for giving me a safe, loving, preciously made place that i can crumble in, that i can set boundaries in, that i can be happy in. i want to thank him for letting me ramble to it for ages about anything i want - especially for things that i have learned are annoying to talk about, even though they’re important to me - and never making me feel like an “idiot” or like a “nerd” or like i’m “childish.” i want to thank it for showing me what boundaries look like, that it is okay to have them, and that i deserved to be able to build them and have them met in the past. i want to thank him for teaching me how to be patient with myself and others, how to be kind and less judgmental - it’s helped me communicate with so many people better and more healthily, including with it too, and it’s saved me from situations that could’ve gone terribly wrong and for the worse if i did not have those skills it taught me. i want to thank it for showing me it is okay to struggle with so many things and that it is okay to need help/breaks, that i am not lazy nor a failure for needing those things, that i am not stupid nor not enough for requiring more time with things. i want to thank him for showing me how to recover from multiple things - i would not be on a recovery journey if it weren’t for it. i want to thank it for being kind and gentle to me before i was completely whole, before i had all the skills he taught me, before when i was toxic because of my struggles. i want to thank him for sticking around, for loving me anyways, for loving me harder day by day, for caring so much, through all the days that i’ve shrunk in on myself, through all the days that i’ve returned to my mind to hide from my struggles, through all the days i’ve (wanted to) self-sabotaged, self-isolated, self-destruct, through all the days that i’m more insecure and have a harder time being nice because of it, through all the days that i’ve been miserable and quiet and sad, through all the days that i’ve been angry or hurt or scared - thank you for loving me on those days that i struggled through and still struggle through. i want to thank it for making me into the person i am now - i’m so much better than i was, not just mentally and emotionally, but also just as a person; because it has made me into someone capable of loving him enough and in the right way, in the way that it deserves. i want to thank him for showing me that it is okay to love, that it is safe to love, to become close and vulnerable with someone, and that it is possible to not get hurt in the end. i want to thank it for being patient with me right after i got out of a traumatic place, for being gentle with me, for calming my terrified mind, and for showing me that i’m allowed to feel certain ways. i want to thank him for showing me that it’s okay and safe and alright for me to be myself, and that no one should stop me from doing so simply by them existing. i want to thank him for accepting me and loving me just the same while i explore myself, while i find out new parts of myself, while i shift and morph right beside it. i want to thank it for showing me that it’s normal to have limits and that there’s nothing wrong with me for having them.

#boyfriend appreciation post #partner appreciation #significant other appreciation #partner appreciation post #significant other appreciation post #boyfriend #partner #significant other #i love you angel #i love you the most #part 1 #queer love #queer community #queer pride #thank you for all you do for me

[fagcrisis]

nah, I totally get where you're coming from, but it's not necessarily something wrong with the kids- I'm a software tutor, and it's been getting.... bad, at least in the usa. it's not their fault, but society has become so tech-saturated that lot of schools literally have stopped teaching kids basic computer knowledge anymore, and assume they'll have picked it up intuitively, and so do their parents. but it's not intuitive, it's a skill like any other. and a lot of the kids are post-zoom era, which you'd think would make them more tech-literate, but no one was beside them looking at their computers to teach them, and they wound up with at least a year's gap of educational neglect in general as well. it's gotten... weird. the kids get by, cause a lot of tech is just 'push a button' now, and they soak up the new information like the little freak sponges they are, but quite often no one has sat down with them and explained jack shit before ....that being said, the amount of grown adults I have to explain that 'no, if you don't save the file it won't exist when you close the file' on a daily basis to is... so high. soooo high. people are unbelievably stupid

but then again, I can only speak to one form of educational system, so truly, who the fuck am I lmao

idk like, ive worked with kids and based on my experience theyre just kind of fucking stupid i say this w all the love in my heart but u take the smartest kid ive ever worked with n ask them a basic fuckin question and theyll just go huh bc thats how kids r i think this is less "the youth of today has smth wrong with them" and more the usual thing where a generation gets 9lder and starts teaching and interacting w kids and realize kids r kinda fucking stupid. we have a huge scare abt how the latest generation cant do this or that every ten years and its fine every time. kids get older and they learn shit.even if u got a teenager thats kinda fucking stupid they can still learn. also just like u said a lotta fucking adults r also tech illiterate as shit so i think this is more demographic based and not age based. kids whose parents r good w computers or who have access to some sort of education abt computers will learn that shit. also some places have more of a culture of fostering this shit like here piracy counts as basic tech literacy i think and that migjt not be the case in other places

anyway the reason these posts annoy me bc i used to see all this posting abt how well b the genrration who isnt a cunt to kids and doesnt demean them and now 10 yrs later yall r doing that shit like u were also kind of fucking stupid as a kid and adults were probs freaking out about how u cant even read and now ur an adult n ur fine. also if kids cant do smth its not their fault its the fault of every adult around them so in any case stop talking abt how kids r tech illiterate itll be fine calm down. most of yall dont even have kids n if ya do teach them computers

#rumini a zúzmaragyarmaton

[coolishfoolishness]

Anyway here's a silly little gay story I wrote. Figured I'd post it here. Feel free to give constructive criticism, but please don't be mean.

Love is a Battlefield

I died here. In this mall that I now inhabit. I was beaten to a bloody pulp and stuffed somewhere no one would find me. I guess it's what I deserve for being a degenerate. For carrying a disgusting disease of my own. Maybe I wouldn't have died if I just tried a little harder to be normal. But oh well.

Now I haunt this abandoned mall. Occasionally people will come around to check this place out. Mostly a bunch of jerks writing stuff like "_ was here" and drawing obscene things on my body. I scare most people away though. It's usually as easy as playing music over the speakers or turning on an escalator. For those particularly stubborn, I chase out. I'm sure there are more than a few ghost stories about me by now. Am I a ghost though? I don't know what I am. All I know is I'm supposed to be dead. I suppose this mall is supposed to be my own personal hell. They told me hell would be hot, that I would burn. But all I feel is cold. So very cold. Cold and alone.

I've seen more than my fair share of make out sessions. I don't know why anyone would go here to do that, but I suppose most would assume they have privacy here. I've also seen people go further, but I'd rather not go into detail about that. I don't blame people for doing it, and I'm not mad at them. I suppose I'm just jealous. I wish I could have that, but I'm unlovable. Especially now that I'm dead.

Oh great, another teenager coming in to torment me. Just one this time. A boy. He's carrying a duffel bag that I assume is full of spray cans. I should be able to scare him away easily. I turn on the music. The song "Love is a Battlefield" by Pat Benatar. It's not a very intimidating song, but that doesn't matter. People get scared of anything out of the ordinary in an abandoned mall. Especially since I've already built up a reputation for myself.

But he doesn't leave. He opens his mouth. "Is anyone there? Are you the ghost that haunts this place? Are you a friendly ghost?" I do not answer him. It's strange though. Instead of reacting with fear, he reacts with curiosity. But this isn't the only time I've had to deal with a ghost hunter. Most of them expect just some sounds or pictures, but I can do so much more than that. One time I chased some girl down and destroyed her camera. If people got proof of my existence, then they'd probably start being even more annoying. As he starts climbing the escalator, I turn it on. He stumbled a bit in surprise, but he still seems to be unafraid. "Well isn't that that convenient. Maybe you are friendly." He's so frustratingly optimistic.

Everytime I try to scare him away, he just gets more curious. I turn on an arcade, and all he does is play the games. I flicker the lights and he just laughs in excitement. I start to enjoy watching him. He dances and sings through the mall without a care. "Can I make a request?" He asks. "I recently went through a breakup. Do you have a song for that?" I decide to humor him and played the song "Heartbreaker", another one by Pat Benatar. He sings along to it, the emotions in his voice a mix of joy, anger, and sadness. His voice is beautiful, not because it is perfect, but because it is so very imperfect. Every voice crack, every misplaced breath, reminds me of a feeling that I haven't had in forever. It scares me.

The song eventually ended and he sighed. "Thanks. That really helped," he speaks softly, his smile bittersweet. Small tears trickle down his face, tempting me to wipe them off. " Now… " he starts, "Why don't I put ona little fashion show? Will you let me borrow some clothes if I promise to put them back?" He goes into one of the clothing stores, carefully picking out things to wear, and heads to the changing rooms. He's lucky that there are no security cameras in them. Not that I would purposely try to spy on him.

He wears a variety of different clothes, all of which look good on him. Maybe it's his fashion sense, or maybe he just looks that good. The last thing he puts on is this beautiful black dress. He spins around in it and giggles, just barely avoiding tripping over himself. He sits down and sighs. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as me!" He's so strange. No fear, no shame. He… intrigues me. If that's the right word.

Eventually he puts his duffel bag down and unzips it. Just as I expected, It's carrying cans of spray paint. This is the point that I'd usually chase him out, but at this point I'm just as curious of him as he is of me. Most people just tag my skin or draw a phallus with a sharpie, but occasionally there are some dedicated artists. And this boy just screams dedicated.

Eventually I notice that he's painting a person. Not just any person. He's painting me. It's unmistakably me. He even puts my name in the corner instead of a signature. He holds up this rectangular device that I've seen a few times before, and I assume he takes a picture of it. Is he making a memorial of me? Why would anyone want to do that? Why would you want to paint some random degenerate who died in the 80s? I know I shouldn't, but I need to know more. I need to know why. I block off any potential escape routes with my wires, and I start approaching him. He's oblivious at first, but eventually he notices me. I try to speak but nothing comes out. Nothing but an incomprehensible screech. He seems a little shocked, but he still doesn't run. Not that I would let him. Not anymore.

"Is that really you? I mean, I knew you were haunting this place, but I didn't think I'd get to see you," he says, his voice shaky. I nod my head. How much does he know? Does he realize how disgusting I am. If so, why? Why would he make this large mural of me? I don't deserve it! He gets close and grabs me by the shoulders. He seems almost surprised that he is able to touch me. I am as well. Why is he touching me? How is he touching me? Now that he's closer I start noticing all the little details that get lost on the cameras. The little freckles that dot his face. His wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. Honestly, he's pretty cute. Dangerously cute. He's just my type. If my heart could still beat, it would be racing. But I quickly shut that thought down. It's thoughts like those that put me in this situation. Besides, he would never be that way, right? Especially not for me. I'm nothing but a monster, both in life, and in death.

Even so, he starts speaking, "I need you to know that you didn't deserve what happened to you. You deserved love, and joy, and everything else in between. I need you to know things got better for people like us. It's not perfect, but we can now get married, and we're much less likely to be killed for who we are. It got better." What is he talking about? Us? Does that mean he is like me? He starts hugging me. He feels so warm. "I'm so sorry for what happened to you. You really deserve better." He pushes away. "Sorry for touching you so suddenly."

I once again try to speak, this time without straining. The music stops playing and instead my voice comes out. I guess I'm still learning stuff about myself. "Are… you… like… me? I… don't… under… stand. Why… so… kind?"

He replies "Yes, I am gay. I wouldn't say I have the best life, but things have gotten better for us. I just wish you could have experienced it."

I just can't handle it. He's so beautiful, and so interesting, and he's like me. I know it's a bad idea, but I really want to kiss him. I want to experience what all those couples that come here do. I just want to be happy.

"Can… I… kiss… you?" Even just a second after I ask the question I start to regret it. I just met him and I'm a monster.

"I- oh- uh," he stutters. I knew I shouldn't have asked. I move my wires out of the way so he can escape. "Wow, sorry, I just didn't expect that. I- sure, I can kiss you." Why?! Why is he like this? He's blushing! He's so cute! But is he just doing it because he feels bad?

"Do… you… pity… me?" I ask

"No. I just think that you deserve better." He goes up to me and puts his hand on my face. Our lips touch, and I feel something I've never felt before. I love him. I know I just met him. I know I don't even know his name. But I still love him. I don't know why. Maybe it's because he isn't afraid of me. Maybe it's because of his curiosity and optimism. Maybe it's because I enjoyed watching him dance to the music and play the arcade games. Maybe it's because he is the only one who has ever seemed to care about me in this mall. Maybe it's just because he's cute. But either way, for the first time in forever, I feel loved. For the first time in forever, I feel like I'm allowed to love and be loved. Years of being called disgusting, and yet now I feel beautiful. I wrap my arms around him. The music in the mall has finally looped back around to "Love is a Battlefield" and I start to truly listen to the lyrics and feel them in my heart. I feel as though they describe us at this moment.

We are young

Heartache to heartache

We stand

No promises, no demands

Love is a battlefield

We are strong

Noone can tell us we're wrong

Searching our hearts for so long

Both of us knowing

Love is a battlefield

#queer #lgbt #gay #lgbtq #writing #tw death #tw internalized homophobia

[neptunes-curse]

Competitive || FW

even though Fred loves you, that doesn’t stop him from trying his hardest to beat you in quidditch.

pairings: fem!hufflepuff!chaser!reader

warnings: cussing, meantions of eating/food, mentions of anxiety, mention of death, friendly competition, very bad injury, blood, concussions, and passing out

authors note: Cedric’s not dead, because i said so. I know it’s been forever since i posted but y’know, life gets in the way. Also, I know nothing about palm reading so if i’m wrong/something is inaccurate, i’m really sorry. I edited this, so hopefully it’s better 👍

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You were sitting in the great hall for breakfast, next to all of the Hufflepuff quidditch team. Cedric was making sure everyone knew the strategies, which he had already done 3 times this morning alone. But all you could think about was the semi-finals game tonight against Gryffindor. It felt like your team had been preparing for this since the beginning of time. You were ready, but it didn’t stop your stomach from being tied in a knot. Especially since you were going to play against your very competitive boyfriend, Fred Weasley. By no means would he go easy on you, gosh, probably harder on you since you were dating. He’d been teasing you about it for weeks.

“Y/n, are you even listening?” a very annoyed Cedric complained from across the table, snapping his fingers.

“What- yes, of course I am. It’s not like I’ve heard it a million bloody times already.” You replied with an eye roll, wanting this to be over so you could go back to enjoying your meal.

“So, as I was saying, I’m at right, Y/n is at left…” He trailed off about our starting positions, and you went back to daydreaming before your friend told you it was time for class.

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“Nervous, darling?” Fred teased from the other side of the table during divination.

“Me, Nervous? No, never-“ You said with sarcasm in your voice as you started writing down your results from the palm reading you did on him earlier. “And,” you continued, “Your palm reading says you’ll have great misfortune later, so who knows, maybe Hufflepuff will win.”

“Aw, this is all bull shit anyway.” Fred said rolling his eyes and looking up at you.

You say, laughing, “Now you’re just scared, Freddie-“ Which is true, because you could tell he was nervous too. He always picked at his nails when he was nervous. It was a bad habit, but still was something you picked up on.

“Whatever you say, Hufflepuff” He winked at you then seemingly went in for a kiss, before pulling his head back and ruffling you hair.

“Heyyyyyy~” you whined sarcastically

Fred chuckles in response “No kissing until the game tonight, when I win.”

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40 minuetes until the game. You were shaking, the butterflies in your stomach wilder then ever. Walking down the hallways was a task in itself, the heavy broom in your hand and your quidditch robes waying you down. Not to mention your knees trembling with every step. You were naturally a anxious person, but the semi-finals of the quidditch season was stressful. Cedric had requested you get there 30 minutes early, preferably earlier than that, but nobody was listening at that point after he’d gone over our strategy for scoring on Oliver Wood for the millionth time.

When you finally made it to the pitch, you were fifteen minuetes late. Cedric automatically flew down to you, shaking his head.

“Y/N, where we’re you? You’re the last one here.”

“I can tell, Cedric. Someone had to do it though.” You laughed and hopped up on your broom, quickly flying past to him and up to your starting position.

“C’mon Cedric, we’re waiting!” Everyone around you laughed, but the captain didn’t look too amused.

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You couldn’t belive it. The game was about to start. Oliver and Cedric were doing the coin toss, and if you thought your nerves were something before, everything was 10 times worse now. Your heart was pounding, limbs shaking, and frankly, you thought it was a heart attack. Fred was sitting on his broom across from you, and right when the whistle blew, He winked and flew off. You had barely any time to recover from the wink or the chills, and swiftly flew off to your teammate who had acquired the quaffle.

Flying behind your teammate, Heidi Macavoy, was not easy. The Gryffindor team was being very aggressive, and bludgers were flying right past your head with very little warning. You and Heidi were nearing the goal, and Oliver looked at you two as if he had fire in his eyes. You started trying out Cedric’s strategy, flying all over the right end of the pitch to distract the beater. It didn’t seem to be working though. He was very focused, and when Heidi threw the quaffle, it barely got anywhere before Oliver deflected it with his broom. It was going to be a long match.

45 minutes later, neither team had scored and many injuries had been sustained. Cedric had nearly fallen to his death 3 times, Angelina Johnson took a quaffle to her now-very-crooked nose, and you have had over 20 bludgers come into contact with your head. All sent at you by the one and only, Fred Weasley. He wasn’t trying to hurt you, just teasing really. After the 21st time he’d done it, you looked over at him and gave him a very mean stare. A warning, that he better stop or you know, something bad would happen. And just when you were done with your stare, a fast flying bludger hit your boyfriend smack in the head. Next thing you know, Fred was off his broom, and falling down towards the ground. It seemed like nobody noticed but you. You sat there, watching your boyfriend fall down bascially at the speed of light. You were frozen. And just like that, Madam Hooch blew the whistle.

Fred’s body stopped right above the ground, the wound on his head very prominent.

“Everyone get down. The game will finish when each team has fully conscious players.” Madam Hooch yelled out loud enough for everyone to hear. There were groans from all around, the stands full of people looking very disappointed. Oliver Wood looked near tears, and ran off to the locker rooms.

“Someone is butt hurt.” Anthony Rickett muttered.

“With our luck this means 50 more hours of practice.” Katie Bell chuckled.

You weren’t worried about their sly comments though, only yor boyfriend. He was being taken to the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey.

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When Fred woke up, He found a half-asleep Y/N by his side. He had a wrap around his head, and his legs felt rather weak.

“W-what happened?” Fred blinked hard and stretched his arms out.

“Fred! Finally, you’ve been out forever. You took a bludger to the head.” You turned to him and placed a hand on his forehead.

“Did we win? Is Gryffindor going to the championship?” He quickly said sitting up and looked at you eagerly.

“They called the game off. We’re continuing next week when everyone recovers.” Shrugging, you continued to check on him and handed Fred his glass of water

“Oi, what rubbish.” He looked over at you and smirked. “We’ll still win.”

“Oh, we’ll see…” you looked back down at him. “I know neither team has won yet, but could I still get that kiss?”

He smirked and moved closer to you. “Gonna make out with an injured man, eh? Sounds dangerous.”

“Fred Gideon Weasley, when have you ever done anything safe?” You say, giggling and moving a hair out of his face.

“Hm, good point love.” Fred shrugs, leaning into you and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

It was heavenly, as all of your kisses with Fred were. But, you two were soon interrupted.

“Ooooo, what do we have here?” Fred’s twin brother, George, teased in a sing-song tone

“Piss off you-“ Fred said, pulling away.

“Afraid i can’t, Oliver’s right behind me. Wants to have a stern word with you for passing out. Going on and on about how ‘they can’t cancel quidditch’ whatever that means.” George said walking over. “Hate to ruin your love fest though, really.”

“Oh shut up, George!” You laughs and wack his shoulder

“Voilence will not be tolerated, Y/N.” The younger twin said jokingly.

“Rubbish, you big git- call me when you survive Oliver, Freddie.” You smiles at your boyfriend and gave him one last kiss on the cheek, and one more wack for his brother.

Fred laughs and smiles, “This isn’t over though, i’m still gonna make fun of you!”

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[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Okay I just have one thing to say and it’s of course in defense of one of my all time favorite characters Thanatos. Something I’ve noticed is that no one ever checks Hades for verbally abusing his employees and insulting them. I know the same thing happened with him with Minthe and I feel terrible that that had to even happen in the first place but I hate that he can get away with it. In no way am I saying that it was his fault or anything but I am uncomfortable with the way he can get in everyone’s faces and start yelling and screaming insults and degrading them, even doing as much as invading their personal space and grabbing them physically and no one calls him out on it. That’s super annoying to me because his employees do not deserve to go into such a violent and hostile work place all the damn time.

Like honestly can you imagine working under Hades and being scared out of your mind and paranoid that if you do anything slightly wrong he’ll blow up on you? Or imagine trying to publicly speak in front of your peers just for Hades to humiliate and embarrass you in front of everyone who respects you or who gives you respect? Or even if he’s just angry and “stressed” and he gets up in your face and starts putting his hands on you, grabbing your clothes or putting his fingers in your face. Hades is a disgusting boss and I’m tired of hearing from him. His employees do not deserve to endure such abuse every single fucking day they have to come to work, they do not need to worry about the job that they worked so hard for being taken from them because Hades found another emotionally immature and unstable girlfriend, they do not need to worry about all of their accomplishments and hard work being put down and squashed under his feet just because he had a bad day. I don’t care if “he’s better now” because honestly it doesn’t seem like he cares about everything he puts his staff through. These people are people as well, I know they’re not gods or anything but they should be respected too. It’s not just Hades in that damn corporation doing every aspect of the job he has a whole team that he continues to take credit off of and just utterly shit on whenever he can.

Speaking of the damn “that was in the past” or “he’s better now comments” I really hope the people that say that can realize that this man makes people suffer every single day. In the trial he literally made the whole underworld go bankrupt and held the whole realm hostage, without seeing their loved ones or family, and for those saying that was 10 years ago even after Persephone and Hades “fixed” the underworld they didn’t even bother to check if any of their own citizens were okay. Think about it, they could’ve fell asleep anywhere and there could be instances where they would need medical attention, he literally only cared about the interior of the underworld and hasn’t even thought about them yet. He didn’t issue an apology for his immaturity as a king nor has he shown efficient leadership skills, this man has not and will never be caught dead surrounded by his own community. Never have I ever seen him interact with a citizen that wasn’t him abusing his power and threatening them. He doesn’t care about them and he surely hasn’t gotten better now. In order for him to get better and to change he’ll need to actually start apologizing and treating everyone around him who isn’t Persephone like a normal ass person, and even then I’m sure no one would forgive him because of centuries of mistreatment. Hell I wouldn’t, he doesn’t deserve respect nor does he even deserve to be blessed with such efficient citizens and actually because of all of this I’m bringing back my appreciation posts about them because if Hades isn’t going to acknowledge these people I fucking will. Tired of his shit fr.

Anyways that’s the end of the rant, I’m sorry for it being long but I just wanted to say it because it really does irk me how badly he treats people yet no one will even try to talk about it. I don’t even wanna watch this man find happiness and get away with being such a disgusting person, I want to watch the underworld citizens riot or some shit like real justice. But as I always say these rants are meaningless and very all over the place so none of this should be taken as fact or fuel to just randomly attack LO fans because that’ll never be cool and it’s very weird honestly, just don’t do that. If you agree or disagree is both cool with me and I’m down for either I don’t mind.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades #lo thanatos

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

"Yeah, but you can't quit!"

"I got yelled at, got my ass kicked, and then gave him my money! You know who lives like that? Hookers."

"Yeah, but he's not that bad a guy! You gotta give him a chance. You don't know him like I do."

"...that's hooker talk."

***

Hey so remember when I said the winner of the GOAT Miguetri Moment poll would get a thing???

WELL I AM A WOMAN OF MY WORD DAMMIT

I realized I've never actually made these two a friendship moodboard and that!!! Will not stand, dammit!!!

Anyways their S1 dynamic was/is so important to me. Cute lil idealist Miguel truly believing Johnny Lawrence can solve all problems and cynical defeatist Demetri who has the only brain cell and is like "hey, this dude shat on my other best friend for something he can't help, embarrassed me for trying to defend him, AND I had to pay him??? At least I don't gotta cash out to Kyler." Dude's got a point, honestly. I'd get hazed out of Cobra Kai SO fast, and my parents would be like "thank god, those lessons were expensive" XD Demetri bby never let anyone shame you for making financially smart decisions that are also good for your mental health!!!

And the subtext of Demetri kinda trying to look out for Miguel and steer him away from idolizing this disaster man who peaked in high school??? Like I think I mentioned this on a previous post, but the way he tries to give Miguel the wake-up call Demetri thinks he needs and encourages him not to bend over backwards for people who (at least from what Demetri's seen!) don't treat him or people in general very well is kind of adorable. Like of course Demetri's being cheeky and smug and sarcastic about it, but he's basically saying that Miguel deserves better than Johnny and should respect/value himself a little more!

And Miguel, my beautiful hopeful babygirl Miguel Diaz <3 <3 <3 Like he believes in Demetri's potential long after Demetri's clearly given up on himself??? And tbh I've never read this scene as Miguel being annoyed Demetri trusts Miguel to protect him from bullies (like that's what you do for your friends lmao. And Miguel would in a heartbeat if he needed to because he's a loyal mf!!!). If anything, he seems worried about what Demetri's gonna do when he's not around and can't scare Kyler off and frustrated that Demetri's just dismissing his own potential that fast. Miguel clearly has 0 issue looking out for Demetri when the cards are down, considering how he talked to Johnny about Kreese punching him and readily sided with him after the Arm Break Incident.

Also something I've already mentioned in other posts, I'm sure, but the fact that a) Demetri completely trusts Miguel to protect him from bullies and implies he would do so with no hesitation and b) they're close enough friends after a few months max that they can comfortably walk with their arms brushing and casually give each other little affectionate platonic touches (most notably this little shoulder slap thing they do) is the cutest fucking thing on earth. This friendship is so slept on. Like every time I think about them I wanna cry because they're so fucking ride or die and they've easily had the most wholesome, loyal, and unproblematic friendship in the entire show and WHY aren't more people talking about them??? Any disagreements they have really ARE in the vein of "ugh you're so wrong never talk to me again for 10 minutes but then I have karate gossip I wanna tell you." I love them so much.

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOR

An argument could also be made that these two have a closer and healthier friendship than Miguel & Eli ever did and I ain't kicking that hornet's nest today but perhaps I will someday :3

"Wanna be my best friend and then judge me" also just. PERFECTLY captures their friendship XD SO much mutual judgment going on in this scene and I am LIVING for it.

Went for a red, blue, green, and white-ish color scheme for this to match their clothes and the bg! Hopefully it came out okay.

As always, pic credits available upon request!

#Miguetri Mondays #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #miguel diaz #aesthetic #moodboard #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1

[irishhorse-blog]

I think they’re all leaving soon.

I hate this with every fiber of my being, but it’s their duty and they seem content with doing it. I’ll miss them, of course, but 18 months isn’t forever, and the sooner they go in, the sooner they’re out.

I’m worried and scared, because I selfishly don’t want to lose them, and I’m afraid that when they come out, they won’t be the same people who went in. I’m scared that they might not want to go back to making music as BTS. They keep saying they will, though, and they’ve asked us to trust them, and I’m trying to do so. My own anxieties and abandonment issues are playing up and being projected onto the situation, I know, which makes it stupid beyond words.

Let’s keep loving the boys while they serve. Let’s organize charity actions in their names, let’s stream BTS songs to the top of the charts to keep their name current and to annoy the rest of k-pop. Let’s stream and support all the solo work, enjoy the huge body of content we already have, and know that they’ve all probably done these video greetings that Jin recorded. 

They’re going to be busy for a while. It’s okay. They’re not dying, they’re not dropping off the face of the earth. They’re serving their country and having experiences that will help them grow as men. This will be good for them. Also, there will be moments when they can use their phones, when they’ll have time off, and they might be able to occasionally send greetings or, as Joon said today, “proof of life.”

I know this is my own issue, and something I have to deal with. I’m just someone who never had anyone who ever really loved me,  and with BTS, I thought that I’d found someone who did, even though they don’t really know I even exist. They’ve still done more to care about me as a person than 99.9% of the people I’ve ever known, and now that they’re going, it’s like the rug is being pulled out from under me. I’m afraid of falling into the dark again. 

So please, if anyone is reading this, please forgive me for my fears and insecurities. Please forgive me for any doomsday posts I may end up making. I know that I’m being selfish, and that I’ve leaned too much on BTS. I guess this will be a chance for me to finally learn how to stand on my own without anyone supporting me. Maybe this time when they’re inaccessible and going through God knows what will be a time where I can grow as I go through God knows what as well.

I love BTS. I love all seven of the guys. I want them all to be happy and healthy and safe. I hope this time is good for them, that they have a good experience in the military, and that all my darkest fears turn out to be nothing. I’ll do what I can while they’re away: stream, listen to their music, watch their videos, love them from a distance (which is what I’m doing anyway, it’s not like anything is changing there). 

I’m rambling. I don’t know if I’m even going to post this.  I suppose I just needed to get some things said, and there’s nobody else I can talk to about this.

If anyone is reading this, please don’t slam me for being self-absorbed and selfish. I know I am. I know that. I’m just grappling with a long, ugly personal history that makes this hit harder than it should.

I love BTS. And 2025 can’t come soon enough.

#BTS #BTS military service #too much abuse makes you weak

[majikdog]

Hella nervous posting this but I’m proud of it and worked my ass off for this opportunity so here we go!!! My M&G photo and story under the cut. I appreciate if no one reblogs this since it does have my face in it but please enjoy otherwise!! And I’d love to hear your M&G stories with Papa as well, I’m very excited to hear as I am excited to share!!

Edit: okay so there’s an option on here now that makes the post unrebloggable!! Very helpful!!

A group of a few people and myself were taken to a dark room. It’s a bit smokey, I can smell the incense burning, and then there’s the ambient horror music really creating the perfect backdrop for this unsettling mood. One corner of the room was boxed in by curtains- where Papa was waiting behind. I was the fifth person in line to see him- I made @ghoulish-ghrace go in front of me. I won’t lie, I was scared, shaky, panicking a little. I mean come on, the guy’s my hero (in and out of costume) and I’m still just this anxiety ridden little kid at heart. Grace can probably remember more of how I was than I can haha. Suddenly y’know it was my turn and I went by myself and Papa was just right there. It was jumpscare material the way he was just BOOM right there in front of you. Most of you know how he stares at you by now, his eyes are soul-searching and he doesn’t miss a beat. He looks and moves so realistically, photos and videos don’t do him justice, I swear to god I couldn’t breathe. He says “hello” and “how are you doing tonight?” I can’t remember what I said exactly, something along the lines of “doing good just very scared and nervous” to which he responded “ah, don’t be, it’s just me”. I told him he looked amazing and he replied “as do you, you look very nice tonight” and he asked me if I was ready for the photo. I do remember apologizing a lot, a nervous habit I never quite broke. But Papa was so sweet and patient with me and never got annoyed once. He was more soft spoken than I imagined him to be, like he was talking to a spooked animal. Nine times out of ten, he could tell I was on edge and close to crying. Anyways, he stayed on the other side of the plexiglas dude to the COVID restrictions. You can see it in the photo, I stood pretty far away from him, I’m that chickenshit through this whole thing lol. After the photo, I was getting ready to leave, I wanted to say more but I couldn’t and was literally about to cry and didn’t want to keep people waiting. But then Papa steps in my way to face me, no plexiglass in our way, and then we are face to face. Maybe it’s my mind exaggerating the memory but- he was very close to me, dudes. I could feel his fucking breath on my face and he still has that piercing stare. Putting his hands together as if he’s praying, still keeping eye contact with me (terrifying by the way, I am horrible with eye contact but I tried my best for this) he says so softly, “hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Now. I want you to go out there, make some friends, have fun and have a good time tonight. Can you do that for me?” I told him “yes sir, I would, I promise” something like that. Thinking on it, I called him sir more than I called him Papa, oof regret!!. I did manage to barely thank him for everything he’s done and for being patient with me. I almost went to the wrong side of the tent to leave but I was able to turn around and say “goodbye, Papa” and he gave me a little wave watching me leave.

After I escaped the room intact (WOOHOO), I briefly spoke to some very nice people in line who looked to be in the same frightened state I was in. I told him how sweet he was and that he was too kind. It seemed to help. And then I ran to hug Grace and just about tackled them!! But yeah overall, this was an experience worth every penny I worked extra hours for and every minute standing out in the humidity/rain. Papa doesn’t let COVID restrictions get in the way of making the M&Gs intimate, personal, and special. I left that little curtained corner with no regrets and partied hard at that ritual surrounded by fellow ghesties. Best night EVER!!!

(You can tell by my hair, it was most definitely rainy and humid outside 😂 Thank you, Papa, for not pointing that out)

#apologies if this is a little long and dramatic (it was a dramatic experience cmon it’s Ghost) #I just want to immortalize this to the best of my ability so I can never forget #fellow ghesties with memory issues will understand 😂 #I’ve cried over the retelling so many times ugh and I’m crying now!! #but I DIDNT cry in front of papa!!! #almost did but I didn’t in the end!!! #My Mummy Dust #Witch Image #Cardinal Copia #Papa Emeritus IV #Ghost #Impera Era #Imperatour #also Adri face reveal??? oh??? 🫣

[icarusthefoolish]

This is very late i am aware and it was my fault because i was dumb and didn't realize my first post was on April 15th....

Anyway even if it is late i still wanted to post this.

This is a small thank you to my mutuals!

(Don't be mad if i forget you i have a terrible memory)

It's crazy to know that i have already spent an entire year on this app, it may not seem like much to most people but for me it is because i thend to get bored of apps really quickly.

I just wanted to thank all of my friends and all of the amazing people i have met on this app, i know im a lot to handle i tend to think badly about my self and i am honestly anoying so i don't know how you put up with me but thank you for doing it.

A few special thanks to , @itsonlydana @forefinn , @sundrop-tetsu , @0yuioy0 @sardonic-the-writer , @luvrgutz , @rainxox0 , @wilczachannn , @wrenqueenisboss @blooming-mushroom , @sunniewrites , @junebug-isunavailable and a bunch of other people for being my friend's.

Also another thanks to each and every follower i have, it means the absolute world to me that 150 of you enjoy the shitty and honestly weird ideas and storys i have.

And one more really really big thank you to @nightmarefox15 , you have honestly been one of the main reasons i smile every day because just talking to you makes me so so so incredibly happy.

I joined Tumblr one year ago today and honestly this has been the best year for me simply because i have made so many incredibly kind friends. I still remember the first month or so that i joined Tumblr, i was terrified to talk to people because everyone i saw was so cool and i felt that everyone was genuinely better then me so i chose to stay by my lonesome and just read different story's. I still followed people but i never interacted with them until i came across a blog called "Watermelon Sugar Writes" i talked to them because i thought their Url was about the Harry Styles song "Watermelon Sugar high" which it wasn't.

Mel was genuinely my very first friend and i can't tell you how thankful i am that i met her, because of her i became friends with my now ex who i don't want anything to do with but because of that i began actually interacting with the people i followed be it on Anon or not.

And due to that i began talking to so many people who are now my friends and i can't say how thankful i am that they put up with me, i know i tend to be weird and annoying but it means so so so much to me that you're still here.

@nightmarefox15 : Definitely one of my first friends and also the person who played my favorite C!Anon. I love you so so so incredibly much and I'm so thankful that i met you and we became Friends. Your one of the main reasons that i start smiling when i wake up because i know that your there to greet me. I'm so thankful that your here and that you love me when i can't love myself. You make me laugh and blush even when i don't feel like it. I met so so so many incredible people because of you.

@sardonic-the-writer : Sar my saviour, honestly I'm so glad that I got to meet you even if it was because you stood up for me because hate Anons were flooding my asks, honestly i remember seeing you reblog the first ask made me scream because i used to always see you on my dash but i was too much of a whimp to follow or interact with you. But I'm so glad that i eventually did because you are genuinely one of the most amazing people i have gotten the pleasure to meet in my time on here.

@junebug-isunavailable : Juneee!! First of all Happy Birthday, second I'm very glad that i get to call you my mutual because you are amazing and incredible and i could kiss you /j. I absolutely adore your art and i also adore you. (Yes I'm aware this is early but shhhh)

@0yuioy0 : JJ, i still remember how we met, it was genuinely so weird but also funny, because i had been following you for a while but i was scared to talk to you because you just seemed so cool, but eventually (i think thanks to Ry) we talked, you sent me an ask and i freaked out. It's still one of my most treasured memories because it's so funny to think about.

@itsonlydana : Dana oh Dana, i don't remember how we met but i do remember how damn excited i was when we figured out that we both lived in Germany (and pretty close to each other) and now when i think of my friends your one of the first people that come to mind because we've gotten so close over the time we've known each other. We are both absolute simps for Foolish and we have a pretty similar taste in music. Ich habe dich wirklich so so so lieb gewonnen und ich könnte mir Tumblr ohne dich nicht vorstellen.

@eighthwvnder : oh wonder, we may not have known each other for very long but it honestly feels like we've known each other for an eternity, we started talking and we basically just clicked. We've had similar experiences with a few things and your genuinely one of the Kindest people I've met. And i have to again thank JJ for that because he got me to get into the Discord group and without him and that group i probably wouldn't have known you existed.

@as-you-should-peasant : Peasant! I am genuinely so thankful that i got the courage to talk to you because you are a genuinely amazing and incredible person. You accepted me with open arms and i couldn't be happier that i get to call you my mutual.

@luvrgutz : Sushi! Or El or whatever other names you use fjfjfj, i am so so so thankful that i got to meet you and i do actually remember how we met, because i was talking to Ry while little and he had to go so he sent me to you and i just remember how scared i was to talk to you because ew new people. But I'm very happy that i did talk to you because i can always come to you for advice. Im so thankful that we reconnected after you dissapered from Tumblr I'm so so so glad that I'm talking to you now.

@rainxox0 Rain my beloved, i don't remember how we met exactly but i do know that you are an absolutely amazing and incredible person and i genuinely love you /p you are absolutely incredible and i don't know what I'd do without you.

@sundrop-tetsu : Amelia my love I'm so so so thankful that i got to meet you through Ry because you've become one of my closest mutuals on here, i love when we interact because you just make me laugh and i couldn't imagine a world without you honestly.

@forefinn Finn, i know we don't talk much anymore but you are still incredibly important to me, i still absolutely adore your storys and i also adore you because you are so kind, i love you a whole whole whole lot Finn and i swear I'm gonna start talking to you more pinky promise!

I know there's so so so many more mutuals who i haven't tagged but i want all of my mutuals to know how incredibly thankful i am that we are friends.

It may seem ridiculous but meeting so many people on here has made my life so much better simply because i have always had a problem with meeting and befriending new people and now knowing that so many people care about me and are glad that they know me just makes me happy because i never had that before. Each and every one of you be it mutual, anon or just follower is so so so important to me.

So thank you to everyone who has put up with me throughout this entire year haha.

Basically what i want to say with this long ass text is thank you for being there for me, i couldn't have asked for better friends on this app. ❤️

Emery/Icarus

#aiko talks #aikos shit posts #Emerys 1 year anniversary

[lunarfolds]

dossier / connections / pinterest / threads

     i wish i could relay just how excited i am for this group OERIEOE i’m an avid player of stardew valley and i always really loved how different each character in the game is and how they all cohabitate with one another, it’s EXCELLENT and i think it makes for such a nice rp environment ^.^ anyway, spiel over, i am goofy (i watched a goofy movie before i sent my reserve pls forgive me) and i bring to you my gentle ball of chaos, park minsi! i’m sorry if this feels disjointed or rushed at all, as i made a ton of last minute changes 💀 anyway, she’s a chef at her family’s bed & breakfast and an avid surfer, which can be an issue since something she finds so fun and distracting is so close to where she works~ i also have a few pages for her linked above, and if you’re interested in plotting or chatting, just like this post and i’ll come and say hello! also, don’t be scared to ask for my discord if you prefer ^.^

APPLICATION

❃ ↷ ˊ- pelican town is all abuzz about PARK MINSI, our resident 23-year old CHEF AT EUNHASU BED & BREAKFAST. you know, the one who looks like SON CHAEYOUNG? i don’t see it, but maybe that’s just because they remind me of THE CRUNCH OF LOCALLY SOURCED VEGETABLES AS THEY’RE BEING SLICED BY A STEADY HAND, T-SHIRTS THAT SMELL MORE LIKE SURBOARD WAX THAN PERSON and WILDFLOWERS TUCKED BEHIND A HEAVILY PIERCED EAR every time i see them at THE BEACH. word around town is that they’re increasingly SOFT-SPOKEN and GREGARIOUS, but can get rather UNPREDICTABLE. hope to see them around the valley soon!

HISTORY

minsi originally hails from busan; the daughter of a traveling musician father and a hotel manager mother.

she has both an older sister and a younger brother, so she was always surrounded by lots of love on all sides growing up.

with two fairly successful parents, the children were extremely well taken care of. there was really no dysfunction to be had among them. minsi’s mother and father were deeply in love and treated their children with a lot of encouragement, support and affection. minsi got along really well with her siblings and, while there was of course the occasional disagreement, theirs was a peaceful home for the most part.

one of minsi’s favorite things to do was help out in the kitchen whenever someone was cooking food. she’d shadow them, getting out ingredients for them and watching with great interest as they prepared each thing individually, before bringing it all together for a complete meal. cooking was a fast fascination for her.

living so close to the water, the doe eyed girl also loved going to the beach whenever she could annoy her mother into taking her. 

she’d build sandcastles and watch the waves roll in a few feet away, feeling utterly at peace with the world. lobbed up with sunscreen, she’d bounce around in her water wings, trying to get into further depths before her mother would tug her back closer to shore. she would cry when they all had to leave, making her mother give her a good ten minutes to say goodbye to her favorite seashells before they left. 

there was a beginner’s surfing class being taught one summer at her favorite beach, and after begging her mother for a good week to let her take it, the woman finally agreed. she loved coasting over the small waves, even if it was a struggle to balance. each time she’d successfully stay up, she’d feel this pleasant feeling in her stomach that made it feel like she was floating; like she could have tasted the sunshine.

the only real thing that always bothered minsi was when her father had to go back on the road to play music. she loved to see him play, but because she and her siblings had school, she was unable to ever really tag along with him. there would be months-long absences between getting to see him, and it took its toll in its own way.

her requests to go to the beach would become less and less frequent, and she would completely lose interest in helping anyone cook, even when prompted.

thankfully, when minsi was twelve years old, her father reached something of an impasse. he knew that if he continued to work and travel as a musician, he would miss out on a lot more moments with his family; especially seeing his children grow up. he was ready to make a choice.

minsi’s parents had always had a lifelong dream to open up a bed & breakfast by the sea, and they were beginning to think it may have been time to invest in the idea. busan was full of similar business ideas, so they wanted to open up shop somewhere there’d be a gap in the market.

after doing some research, the two settled on the beach in stardew valley as the site of their business. a gorgeous structure was erected a few yards back from the shoreline, with distinctive blue paneling that made it look like a natural part of the scenery.

while minsi’s parents went to work setting up for the opening of their bed & breakfast, the children settled in at school in the idyllic town, finding comfort among the quaint surroundings and the more consistent presence of their father.

as minsi grew into her teen years, she did have a tiny rebellious streak. she didn’t become super bratty or anything, but she did obtain a couple of tattoos with a fake signature from her parents when she was 16.

her parents were half furious and half confused. none of their children had ever really stepped out of line in this way, so they didn’t know what to do in the situation. they grounded her, but they also discussed the decision with her. she said that she felt like it was her choice to make, and if it was something she wanted on her body, it wasn’t really anyone else’s business. they kind of found that logic hard to argue with.

while they weren’t crazy about it, they started giving her genuine permission to get inked, mostly because they knew she would just do it anyway.

she was able to cook more than ever, too, becoming the unofficial chef’s assistant in the b&b’s kitchen on the weekends when she didn’t have school to attend. it was just the taste of the culinary profession she needed to push her into obtaining the official training.

when she graduated from high school, minsi decided to attend a two-year culinary academy so that she could receive her official certification. it was difficult being away from the place that had come to feel the most like home to her, not to mention her family and friends, but all the homesickness was forgotten when she finally came back to town.

she’s become the official chef of eunhasu, and was able to set up her own menu using produce from local farms and fresh seafood from the nearby ocean. said menu is her absolute pride & joy!

she’s still obsessed with surfing too, and it’s not uncommon to find her riding one out while still on the clock. ( hey, breaks are a thing and the ocean is literally right there :c ) but considering that food can be ordered any time of the day at the bed & breakfast, she has a device that buzzes her when she needs to get back on the double~

PERSONALITY

minsi is a really sweet, caring and well-rounded person in all honesty. she doesn’t like to raise her voice or argue, and she will basically withdraw inside herself like a turtle if you try that with her. but at the same time, she kinda does what she wants ? like if she knows she wants something and that it’s important to her, she’s gonna roll with it. she doesn’t like confrontation though, so she’ll likely just sidestep it to do The Thing sneakily.

in friendship, minsi is supportive, loyal and affectionate. if you’re there for her, she will always be there for you in return. she loves to make sure everyone is fed and might even pop in unexpectedly with a picnic basket of goodies ! she’d be the type to invite friends to stay at her apartment with her every night like a little mini party with drinks and movies and snacks, too !

in love, minsi is reeeeeeally shy. she has a hard time being direct about her feelings, even though deep down she’s a true romantic. she’d likely do a lot of small gestures in secret so that you feel appreciated, even if you don’t know she’s responsible for it. she has multiple love languages, but acts of service is where she really shines !

all in all, she’s a sporty, yet soft capricorn who’s willing to both ride and die

#stardewtm:intro #haha i'm so bad at these even in the best of circumstances but eyyyy #let's plot!

[theadau]

Becoming friends (A!Schlatt POV)

creator's note: hi, this is a very old fanfic of this AU that is no longer canon to the story, posting this here just for the memories. and I apologize if there are a few miscorrections. I didn't double-check check lol. enjoy anyways~ - Evan

I came down to earth to do my duties for that day, taking reports on what the humans on earth have been up to.

But then, I saw "him"

He was scaring a human, in broad daylight, at the park, he was scaring them by shape-shifting into a 'scary' ghost in the broken red mirror every time the human looks at it.

I, of course, came up to him and scolded him to stop. He looks at me expressionless, and eventually, he stopped bothering that human."Oh, it's you," He said like he was annoyed, but…how did he know me?

And also he should've done something else better than bothering human beings, but anyway I replied, asking him how did he know who I am…

He just, laughed at me as his foot kicks a small rock, and his hands are in his pockets. Oh, he was wearing a tie, a white dress shirt, and…dungarees?

I'm not sure, I can be wrong. I'm sure humans have a word for that pants, it seems like a 'belt' matching colour with his pants strapped over his shoulder to his back I presume, he doesn't have a bad sense of fashion.

"So…are you not going to answer my question?"

"Oh, yeah, we in hell make fun of you all the time! you're such a goody two shoes, you angels are lame as fuck!" He smirked.

….these demons have no manners at all, I mean, what do I expect from them? "I suggest you watch your language, but what are you doing on earth anyway?" I asked.

I mean, I know why but it's just to continue the conversation… He snorted, "what do you expect some of us demons do? Hell sucks ass, and I'm bored. I come down here just to mess around, and increase Hell's population,"

"Oh, trust me, Heaven is going to win," I said to him.

He ignored what I said, "annd…to alsoooo-" He steps closer to me, invading my personal space.

"have fun~," He said in a flirtatious tone, I feel…weird about it. I feel like, my heart skipped a beat.

"But you ruined it, so whatever I guess," He backed away crossing his arms and looking to the other side. He takes a good look at me, from up to down and then he said, "I just realized you and I are the first supernatural beings to be created!" He smiled.

his smile is cute, "you're the first demon to" He cuts me off, it's rude but I don't mind.

"Yeah, I'm the first demon and you are the first angel. I've been told to not be friends with you, I mean now I can see why," He joked a bit there.

"Since you're an angel and all, you know how it goes….but not gonna lie, you're not too bad." He continues.

I was surprised, how come I never heard of him before? Or must I forget? "Ah, I could not remember them mentioning you when I first arrived."

"You know we can be friends," He said.

I chuckled, I saw him blushing at some point, "us? Friends?" "an angel…being friends with a demon?" I laughed, "you're funny," I wiped the tear from my eye.

"Sure, why not?" He seems to not be "that" kind of demon, I'll give him a chance.

"Sweet!" He Smiled

We talked for a while after that,

…it was fun knowing him.

#dsmp au #dream smp au #dreamsmp #dsmp #dream smp #jschlatt #quackity #pumpkinduo #dream smp lore

[kimmimaru]

This is a ridiculous and rambling, nonsensical post and I’m sorry for it, but I have a lot of stupid late night thoughts I need to write down just to stop it from circling my head. So I’m sticking it on my blog. It’s under a cut so it doesn’t burden anyone’s dash. No joke, little of this makes any sense, it’s essentially just there for my own purposes but obviously if you really want to read you can, just don’t expect to understand it, because I don’t lol.

I am still awake at 3am. Mostly can’t sleep because my brain is torturing me, won’t shut the fuck up. So I’m here, on tumblr, making it worse.  I am having bad times obsessing over my own artistic talents and wondering what the fuck I’m going to do because I feel weirdly restless, like there’s something I should be doing but I can’t work out HOW. Like I need to get my fucking life together. I know there’s no time-limit but I dunno...I’m feeling more and more like there IS and it’s weird and unsettling.  When I was a kid literally the only thing I wanted to do when I grew up (other than become a Jedi) was draw or paint. Arty things are the only things I’m even remotely good at. But I can’t sell anything I make, no matter what I do. So my brain goes; well, you’re just not good enough! And I know I’m good, I just think maybe I’m not good ENOUGH. Which is annoying because what the fuck even IS good enough? I enter competitions and my work doesn’t even get displayed, I don’t care much about winning, but it would have been nice if people could have seen the fucking work. But nope.  I’m 35 and the only perfect thing I’ve ever ‘made’ is my daughter (yes, ok she’s not perfect to everyone but she is to ME). I just wish I could give her more. Having lost my mum (nearly a year ago now) it started dawning on me that I need to leave her something, I don’t want to leave her with nothing but burdens. I know, my mother didn’t mean to, she had plans and stuff but it happened and now my siblings and I are struggling to get shit done and it’s weighing everyone down. And the same thing will happen to my daughter as well and I HATE myself for it.  I feel like I’ve wasted my life, which is stupid but feelings are feelings.  I’ll admit, when I was young I wanted to be famous. I’ve always felt weirdly panicky about dying and being forgotten. It’s hard to explain, death doesn’t scare me, at least my own doesn’t. It’s inevitable. But I wanted to leave behind something. I don’t want to just disappear, if that makes sense. My hope was I could do that through my art. Art lasts. And yes, I have a child who could be considered me leaving something of myself behind but she’s not me, I don’t want her to be me. I want her to be herself. Make her own mark on the world in her own way.  What I WANT to do is go back to uni. I want to study, finally get the degree I fucked up last time around but that costs too much. I want to set up somewhere to sell my art work. I want to travel to more places, although I’ve been to Greece and seen mount Olympus, I’ve been in a hot air balloon over the Nile in Egypt as the sun rose, I’ve been to Bulgaria, skinny dipped in France and seen the remnants of the Berlin wall in Germany (I’ve obviously been to Scotland, Wales, Cornwall and Ireland too) but the world is big and I want to see more places. I want to go to Italy, Japan, Norway and as many other places as I can. But at this point I doubt I ever will. Essentially I’m just lamenting all the shit I could be doing but can’t because money. Same as everyone else I suppose. Anyway, my mum believed in reincarnation and that every time someone is reincarnated they do so to learn something in this new life, but I have to wonder wtf I’m supposed to be learning here because so far it’s not clear at all. Maybe it isn’t supposed to be clear but a nudge in the right direction would help a lot.

[clementinecoastline]

usuri and kyoutani for the ask game!

IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS BUT NO I JUST KEPT IT IN MY DRAFTS ACCIDENTALLY

these were wonderful choices LMFAOOO so without further ado...

usuri!

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bingo!

they are so cool looking: okay well. he's not like. COOL looking but i love his design and his little devious grins and the way his eyes look scary enough for it to be his current concern! great job furudate!

they're deeper than they seem: okay i might be a little bit off with this one, but it’s partly because the fandom doesn’t really seem to care about him or read into him much! and I think he’s more interesting than people think he is! and i like his motivations past just winning so... i marked it LMAO

they work better as part of a dynamic: YEAH him and the entirety of mujinazaka but specifically kiryuu!!!! his dynamic with kiryuu is so interesting and honestly i think this box applies to EVERY haikyuu character because the show is so clearly defined by interpersonal and intrateam dynamics! but usuri is so interesting in the way he trusts kiryuu and works with his team and dskhfdskjh.

they’ve never done anything wrong in their life <33: untrue but his puppy dog eyes make me check the box anyways. i am simply mortal i cannot resist.

if they were real i would be afraid of them: HES SO CUNNING AND DISCERNING I WOULD BE SO SCARED OF HIM. i almost checked the marry box because i would want him on my side honestly.

didn’t get enough screen time: self explanatory because he’s a background character’s background character!!! actually i think he was around enough to serve his purpose (which is why i didnt check wasted potential) and make his mark but! still i wish he was around MORE

i want to carry them in a handbag like a little dog: self explanatory. he’d be the bitchiest little dog ever. accurate small dog personality.

they got done DIRTY by fans: GIVE HIM MORE ATTENTION HES LIKE. PERFECT LOVABLE CHARACTER MATERIAL. adorable cunning little bastard??? hello??? hes so fun and funny and sdkjfhjksdh he deserves MORE. he deserves fics and hcs about his shenanigans and fun art and!!! the fandom needs to do better smh

kyoutani under the cut

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if they were real i would be afraid of them: yeah probably. im no yahaba LMFAOOO. he’d glare at me and i’d be like !!!! but also maybe not because i’d probably get too annoyed at his rudeness to spend much time being scared...

they’re deeper than they seem: i think that he’s more than just a brat and the fandom doesn’t want to see that... his love for volleyball but issues with teamwork and how essential it is to the game... the way he never gives up on it to the point of going to community teams to play... the way he tries again and learns!!! moves forward!! tries for himself and other people!!!! (segue to)

they got done DIRTY by fans: i dont even know what the fandom thinks is up with kyoutani bc like. yeah. it’s definitely not what kyoutani’s actually like.

i want to carry them in a handbag like a tiny dog: literally mad DOG. also like i said for usuri, kyoutani’s ALSO perfect tiny dog material. absolute brat!!! barks all the time! pisses people off!

they work better as part of a dynamic: YEAH. him and all of seijoh. him and oikawa. HIM AND YAHABA. like i said this applies for basically every haikyuu character. the way kyoutani and yahaba bounce off of each other is so fun and great and the way they push each other forward...

why do they look like that: kyoutani im sorry but you look sooo stupid. it’s the truth. god bless.

#this isnt kyoutani bashing i love him #and i dont think that hes just a jerk #but he was so annoying to people it was hilarious #also i think he gets like. poor little meow meow'ed too sometimes #like im all for kyoutani angst i love it but #he does in fact have a personality LMFAOO #also i want to carry every haikyuu character in a hand bag i would check that box every time #sorry i talked so much #ty to the asker!! this was fun #usuri michiru #kyoutani kentarou #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq #clem's corner #OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO TAG ALL OF MY RECENT POSTS WITH THAT #not that theyd show up in the search anyways... @tumblr pls fix the tagging system

[mymiscellaneousthoughts]

My comfort person

Is this a ridiculous post? Maybe. I just wanted to make a post freaking fangirling about him. There’s never anything positive on my page so I thought I’d try this to brighten the mood at least a little.

Chan from Stray Kids.

Alright so I’ve liked him for a long time. He’s my first ever SKZ bias and the only bias from that group ever. I recently (like a year ago I mean) got more into Stray Kids and I like him even more now.

He’s just so perfect. It’s almost annoying to be honest. First of all he’s my ideal type of friend or significant other or whatever so he of course fits all of these bigger, more important standards or preferences I have. But then he like fits all of my little stupid ideals. Like those small ones that don’t matter at all. And it’s honestly bad for me because you can’t tell me I have too high standards or ideals and a person like that doesn’t exist because I know he does. Anyway I obviously don’t expect people to fit my standards completely because who am I to judge others but still. But just like the fact that someone actually exists that is perfect when judging with even my stupidest preferences is scary.

He’s just so comforting. Which is why he’s my comfort person lol. Listening to his voice makes me calmer and everything. And an embarrassing fact, I fall asleep thinking about him most nights. BUT I have a very good reason to be embarrassing like that. And it’s the fact that I’ve been getting nightmares every night recently. And they’re these stupid gore things and stuff too. Doesn’t make any sense? Well because of the nightmares I’m afraid to go to sleep and I get super stressed and anxious when I close my eyes and that really doesn’t help with falling asleep. So I think of Chan because I know it calms me down and I can actually fall asleep. So if I don’t think of him I just stress over the upcoming nightmares. And I don’t just eventually fall asleep. Instead I get so freaking scared I have to turn on the lights and distract myself somehow so I don’t cry lol. So thank you Chan for being the sole reason I can sleep.

And then there’s his duality. He’s so cute and fluffy and then another moment he’s super hot and he’s got this aura and stuff. It’s great for gaining fans because there’s different things for different people to enjoy I guess? But duality is great for me because I crave a lot of different things from human relationships because I’m *drumroll...* a freaking loner lol.

First off, I crave physical touch because pandemic. I don’t get hugs anymore like ever. And doesn’t Chan love hugs? That’s absolutely perfect. So like the fluffy hair cute Chan is someone I would want to hug constantly if I knew him in real life.

Secondly... I have giant freaking daddy issues lol. Not a surprise. So all of those things (you know what I’m talking about lol) he says on Chan’s room just feed into that fantasy lol.

And third there’s this thing about him where he doesn’t seem to like himself very much. And broken people sometimes really want to fix other people and I am a broken person who has always tried to do that lol. So I have this stupid fantasy of being the savior of someone’s life and if I feel like thinking about it, Chan could maybe fit into that fantasy too. Obviously in reality that fantasy is dumb and harmful but doesn’t hurt to think about it right.

There more things I could expand on but I’m done with numbers because they are stupid and I hate them.

Chan’s so funny too. There’s nothing bad I could say of him. It’s like whatever I feel like wanting Chan’s got.

And that’s all his personality. I’d date a person like him even if he looked like a sack of potatoes. But Chan’s so freaking handsome. Like how even? And he takes care of his body so well too. I usually don’t really care for muscles but they suit him so well but it’s not like he even needs them to look good. I just don’t get how he looks so good. What is it about his appearance that I like so much? I just can’t seem to figure it out.

So this was a mess and the whole post is all over the place. Even my attempt to be positive was messed up by the fact that I kept calling myself embarrassing. Doesn’t really matter to me though. I don’t mind a badly written fangirling essay on my page haha. Maybe I’ll write a better version sometime. Maybe not. Anyway this will be something fun to look back on.

18.8.2022 23:25

[electrobiology]

hi!! this is the same anon from before please let me know if i'm getting annoying (again, not trying to sway your opinion on anything i just think it's an interesting topic). wrt mori specifically, i haven't read his works yet but i wanted to link these because i found them interesting as commentary?

https://www.tumblr.com/kaurwreck/744886102812475392/whatcha-think-of-how-mori-is-depicted-by-asagiri

https://www.tumblr.com/kaurwreck/744888890032308225/i-dont-really-care-about-general-mori-discussions

i think... idk how far you've delved into bsd canon because imo specifically the theme of suicide with dazai tends to be interesting. i think there's an overall running idea about the worth of a life in bsd and have, like, joked before about calling it the everyone-is-suicidal-show because of how prominently it shows up. i think it's super fair to think the jokes are tasteless and cruel in the way that they relate to the real author, but simultaneously i think in-text dazai being so loudly suicidal and how it presents has been carefully considered + is interesting for what it says about him in a work where the majority of the characters have that built into them.

there's a lot of irreverence which comes with the genre, but asagiri is pretty consistent with a love for the characters. personally i would see the real-life influence significantly worse if it weren't for that fact? given enough time, asagiri has a tendency to villaindecay + humanize every antagonist (i have a countdown for dostoevsky tbh) and regardless, bsd as a whole feels like a series of debates without clear villains more than it feels there's judgement coming from out of the text? anyway. does any of this mean anything i'm so sorry for this block of text.

as i said before no worries i really don't mind!!! honestly I apologise for my answers, in practise i know very little about bsd (have only read like certain chapters of the manga and some of the light novels) so i am absolutely making lots of huge generalized assumptions about it lol............ i appreciate the kindness with my ignorance really..........

in any case, i can't say much about those person's posts for previously stated reasons (i have little context for if what they say is true or not + they don't really go into any particular detail?). i would not be surprised if they were right that mori's interactions with elise are a commentary of a much different manner than i assumed though... plus the handling of other topics eg dazai. what i have learned from these asks is that perhaps i should not take the sins of the fandom as the sins of the creator hahaha.......... admittedly i have mostly interacted with bsd through the fandom (complemented by my own random forays into random parts of the canon) and maybe i'm missing something but it seems to me the fandom treats The Topic with a loooooot more irreverence than asagiri might actually himself. and i will readily admit that when i have engaged with canon i was doing so with My Opinions already, and also very scared to let myself do any more than that out of fear i might become the people i didn't like...

i don't think i'd thought of it much consciously, but from what i have seen & remember from bsd canon i think you are very right wrt the villian & human stuff... absolutely a much more interesting topic than my unnecessary comment about dostoevsky was lol. i think for me i'll still always find it impossible to fully accept the idea of an entire manga (+etc) made on real life people turned into characters & at least somewhat into caricatures... but honestly like actual novelists including some of the people included in this manga have done similar things themselves? so i suppose it's really for me just a matter of how much is too much and what constitutes too much and stuff like that. i think these asks have made me think a lot more than i actually was before so thank you lol....

#i honestly might try to read the manga armed with much more. polite interest i suppose? than with straight judgment #maybe authors can do thematically interesting things and have lots of messages........ it's like i've never opened a book #no more will i make unnecessary posts on tumblr dot com #and sorry for my own block of text as well i at least separated it this time to make it more readable