#i love the idea that he's so uninterested in social media that he's like. a bit dense about it alfhsiakal

[willowser]

when you and bakugou are in the early, weird stages of your relationship, before it's official, he screenshots every snapchat you send him that has your face in it, not knowing it alerts you every time 💀

#LMAOOOOO #i love the idea that he's so uninterested in social media that he's like. a bit dense about it alfhsiakal #and later kirishima tells him....'you know they can see that you've done that....right ??' and he wants to die LMAOOOOO #i just thought about this i'm cackling #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou

[sukunasweetheart]

after learning that sukuna canonly speaks in an elegent and poetic way and uses old japanese terms (that sadly gets lost in translation) i can’t stop thinking of him being a literature or terminology professor😖 like this man would say romantic things to you out of nowhere and you’re like “what?🥴” and he says “what? what’s the big deal🤨”

no bc picture sukuna with glasses and a coffee in one hand, wearing an awfully smart outfit, his passion for jujutsu replaced with passion for literature, a tall mf who has an unapproachable aura in every way possible

his classes are by no means, for the weak. high demand, but high results. meaning, if you successfully endure and manage to grit your teeth through his assignments and harsh, but reasonable critique, you will have attained something very valuable from the experience, because this man expects nothing but the best from students who sit through his classes and want to learn about the art of literature + poetry

so many college students develop a crush on him, despite his difficult personality...

his lovelife is rather stagnant, however. literature professor!sukuna is too careful about who he brings into his life, being mostly uninterested in romance and the turmoil it brings to a person. he isn't fond of the idea that he could be potentially swayed so easily by one singular person. how awful would it be that your entire mood could depend on one individual? he was pretty content with spending the rest of his life as a single man, so be it.

but really, nobody is immune to the nature of falling in love... it can be something that happens at the snap of one's fingers. or it can be gradual, like a slow but firm tug that pulls you in closer towards someone. it can occur almost violently, and you might find yourself thrashing frantically against the net that you've gotten tangled up in. or, it can occur in a way that is as elegant and gentle as how one handles their most beloved books, flipping through each page without leaving as much as a crease behind...

for sukuna, all the boxes can be ticked off. falling in love with you, a fellow professor, was like experiencing all of these at once. the realisation hit like a bolt of lightning, when he caught himself... smiling? when he was reading an email of yours. he had to take off his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose for that one. there was no way. it happens this quickly?

it's hard to say whether he fell in deep from the start, or if happened more like sinking slowly, helpless, in quicksand. either way, it didn't matter whether he tried to struggle or not, he was only plummeting further.

it only hurt him when he tried to distance himself away. it only hurt him when he tried holding himself back from contacting you. it seemed like everything he did in attempt to quell the thrumming in his heart, only came back to hurt him.

it started off as emails between two professional colleagues. but eventually, it developed into polite follows onto each other's social media accounts. and almost inevitably, personal numbers were then exchanged after much talking in dms. it was very funny, seeing his empty shell of an instagram account, no posts or even a profile picture in place. such clever and well pronounced prose coming from a colourless account.

let's not get into the moment where he first experienced your touch. when handing him a novel, you brushed fingers with him, and sukuna felt a strange tingle that travelled down his spine.

many instances come- where an overwhelming desire to pull you close to him by the waist, grasps him by the throat. the conflicting compulsion and urge to wreck you, but also having the need to treat you like he would a fragile butterfly.

he goes out drinking with you, one evening. already a dangerous move.

in a soft, but a little busy area in maybe a small, cheap restaurant where the two of you are residing. both of you a little tipsy, but not drunk. tipsy enough for lingering gazes. tipsy enough for the little unnoticeable but definitely noticeable touches. tipsy enough to bring out the vulnerability to seep out of yours and his eyes.

you and him, confined in a little cosy and invisible bubble… all and every noise that's made outside of it sounds muffled.

the tilting of your head as you look at him with a flirtatious smile, the reach of your delicate fingers approaching his cheek slowly, but then retracting because you're still unsure, because you're only tipsy.

and he, with his mellow eyes, grabs onto your hand before you can get away. why don't you commit? his searing hot palm clasps over your skin, and it captures you in every way possible.

and you're doing it again. you're batting your eyelashes at him, tempting him into doing something definitively irreversible. now that he's touched you, he can't compel himself to let go. you've done it now. there's nothing he can do to stop this.

your eyes follow as he reaches for his own glasses, still holding onto your hand, grip so firm yet so gentle. sukuna takes them off. carefully places them onto the table. the next order of events should have been so painfully obvious, but it still didn't fail in making your heart pound within your ribcage.

he kisses you so feverishly. he palms your jawline with great tenderness, bringing you in impossibly closer. so enraptured, so infatuated, so sweet. he holds your hand tighter, gliding his large thumb over it.

it brings him an intense amount of joy, touching you like this. it's addicting. and he never wants to let go again. he's a selfish man at heart, already claiming you as his internally, because you enthrall him and induce such pleasure like no one before. oh, how aggravating. but also, simply delightful.

it's time he brought you home. if you've caught someone up in your web, it's only right you take responsibility. will you consume him? or will he do it first?

after this string of events, sukuna is most definitely no longer a single man. having a lover around has its merits, and its disadvantages. but never does the bad outweigh the good, at least when it comes to you.

maybe he'll write an excerpt about you. a little free verse poem. beautifully worded, but incredibly abstract. nobody could guess how it all ties back to you. not even yourself, perhaps. but that's what sukuna intended. he's satisfied with keeping this secret to himself.

you'd think having such a mellow lovelife would also transfer the same softness into his lectures, and assignments. wrong. as a professor, he's still as prickly as ever.

#this didnt meant to be so fucking long bruh but i got carried away oopsiess omg #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk x reader #poe answers

[thenighthekate]

Heyy, I love all you write!! Would you please write something with the song ‘without me’ by halsey, maybe one of them cheated on reader and now it’s trying to come back, but reader it’s playing hard to get, making them suffer a little. Thank you

Tell the truth ( t.k. )

Would you care if we quit talking? Would you care if I went walking? I need to know how you feel so I know how to deal.

The past few weeks she felt numb, angry, confused at the man who fucked her over. She never thought something like this was bound to happen, she thought they were happy together. Memories fade, anagapesis lingers, a love once cherished now lost in the rivers.

The environment around her buzzed with a sea of people, some dressed in suits rushing to get their coffee break, others sitting with families and friends at the tables. She was comfortably seated on the patio, sun shining above her as she sipped on her latte, her fingers wrapped around a pen scribbling in her notebook.

She felt calm. After days spent crying in the comfort of her own bed she finally got the courage to go out, breathe fresh air and possibly even socialize.

Her eyes were shielded by the glass of her sunglasses, her mind turning gears to make the words on her paper rhyme. The girl was focused on the task in front of her; she didn't even notice a shadow looming over her figure, the visibly tall person soon taking a seat at her table. Her eyes shifted from her notepad, a look of confusion forming on her face before it melted into nothing. No emotions were revealed as her eyebrow twitched to question the person.

Silence indulged the two as they stared at each other, the girl yet again slowly taking a sip of her coffee. " I haven't seen you in a while." His voice was oddly soft, laced with sweetness as it showed none of his true intentions. An uninterested sigh left her lips, her focus soon turning back to writing. " Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what-"

" Don't want to hear it." She dragged out her words with a fierce tone, like a mother grounding her disobedient child.

" No. Listen, it was a mistake and a total misunderstanding." He was slightly crouched, his eyes for a brief moment closing shut as he shook his head.

" So stealing my ideas, my lyrics, then fucking some other bitches is a misunderstanding to you?" Her finger wrapped around the brim of her sunglasses to slide them down, fire swirling in her irises as she shot daggers at him. Suddenly she placed the paper down along with her pen, Tom getting a clear view of everything she had written down. " You could be a bad mother fucker," she paused, looking him directly in the eye before continuing, " but that does not make you a man." Grabbing her stuff she slid out of her chair, standing tall on her high heels she was ready to disappear from his life forever.

It happened quickly, his hand reached out to wrap around her arm before her palm collided with his cheek, the loud sound and sensation traveling all over his body. " Don't touch me," her arm flailed out of his grip, her manicured finger pointed directly at her chest, " I put you up there, and you decided to abuse that power. It was me who made you what you are," her tone shifted, a shield of glass broken, replaced by glistening tears, " you used me."

" I'm sorry." Tom's expression matched hers, his eyes searching for her own. " Please. What can I do?"

Yet again it was quiet. She softly licked her lips while slowly shaking her head, her mind not believing what he was saying. " How about you tell the truth, to everyone. The guys and the media included." She turned to leave before muttering under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear. " And drop every single one of those bitches."

#thenighthekate #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you

[onlycosmere]

The Gift of Not Feeling

by Janci Patterson

I want to tell you a story about my friend Brandon.  It’s been eighteen years since this happened, and in the intervening time I’ve told this story to fewer people than I can count on one hand. 

I have kept it to myself largely because I know Brandon isn’t the kind of person who wants the good things he does blasted to the world, and I never wanted to embarrass him.  And if that’s what I’m doing now, I’m sorry for it. 

Last week, someone wrote an essay I won’t link here (as you’ve probably read it and I don’t like giving it clicks) that treated my friend at once like a circus freak who lacks feelings and also somehow as someone who is uninteresting and undeserving of attention. The article also treated two separate communities I love with contempt. I seethed about it for a couple of days, but I didn’t really entertain the idea of saying anything online, because it’s not my place and responding to the media is not professional. 

Then yesterday I read this, and I finally had something I wanted to say.

I met Brandon Sanderson when I was twenty-two years old.  I was just finishing my undergraduate degree and he was just finishing graduate school, and we had some classes that overlapped.  From there, we were in a critique group together and were part of a social group where we all hung out quite a bit.  None of us had families yet, and Brandon’s first book would come out during those couple of years, so none of us had intense career demands yet either. 

At that time in my life, I was a mess.  I had arrived at adulthood with several chemical and behavioral disorders that I did not yet understand.  My brain would sometimes and without warning explode in a horror show of fear and shame and pain so strong it felt physical.  I didn’t know what was wrong with me—indeed, I had been suffering from the depression and anxiety for so long that, in my mind, they were me.  I had no way to separate what was happening inside my head from a reality outside of it.  To me, everything I felt was real.  Because my mind filtered everything that happened outside of me through a lens of terror and agony, the world was terrifying and torturous.  In short, I was living in hell.

Most people, when I tried to describe what was happening in my mind, reacted in unhelpful ways.  I don’t blame them—very few people are equipped to know what to say to someone suffering as intensely as I was.   They would try to minimize it in an effort to minimize their own discomfort.  They would try to fix it, when it wasn’t something anyone could fix.  Or, worst of all, they would react in horror, having deep and terrifying feelings of their own about what was happening to me.  It was empathy, but it only reinforced to me that I was scary, Iwas broken, I was wrong.

And then there was Brandon.  Brandon has the fine distinction of being the first person in my life to suggest to me that what I was reacting to, the reality I was living in, was not in fact real to anyone but me.  His first and honest reaction to what was happening inside my head was genuine and unfeigned interest.  It didn’t matter how big or terrifying the emotion was.  I could tell him I hated him (and did) and his reaction, every time, would be to say, “That’s so interesting that you feel that way.  Why do you feel that?”

Why indeed?  I didn’t know why I felt that.  Brandon taught me the words “cognitive distortion.”  He taught me that reality could warp as it entered my brain, that the reality I was reacting to might not be real at all.  It might be all in my head.

Of course, it’s not helpful to tell a depressed person that their problem is all in their head—when it’s done in a dismissive way.  But Brandon wasn’t dismissing me.  He believed I had a genuine and difficult problem—but that problem wasn’t me, and it wasn’t the world around me, either.  It was as if I had spent my entire life living in a box, and I didn’t even know it.  I thought the box was the real world.  I thought the box was me.  I thought the box was all there would ever be to life, and, I think reasonably, I didn’t really want to live it anymore.

But along came Brandon Sanderson. He opened the lid to the box, looked around with interest, and said, “it’s so interesting that you live in here.  Do you know that there’s a whole world outside of this box?  Do you know that other people don’t see you the way you think they do?  Do you know that you exist, separate and independent of this box? Do you know that the box isn’t you at all?”

My whole life I had assumed that my illness and I were synonymous.  Everything that happened inside my head was me, so if it was bad and wrong and a mess, then I was bad and wrong and a mess.  There was no escaping from it, because everywhere I went, my entire life, I would always be me, and it was me.  And then my friend looks at me and says, as if surprised, “Why would you think that’s you?  It’s not you at all.  It’s happening in your head and it isn’t normal and you exist completely separately from it and it doesn’t have to be this way.”  It was as if he assisted my will save to disbelieve the illusions, and suddenly I could see it:  The horror I was living in was just chemicals in my brain.  It was just thoughts in my head.  And yes, depression is real in the sense that chemicals are real, and thoughts are real. And I would never want to minimize the very real effect it can have on the people who suffer with it. But it wasn’t reality.  It was a powerful illusion, but it was only an illusion, and if I could learn to think outside of that box I was trapped in, I could be free.

I could tell you about the other help I needed at that time.  I could tell you about how I needed to move, and Brandon found me an apartment.  I could tell you how I needed medical treatment (obviously), and Brandon helped me navigate resources to make that happen.  I could tell you about the time he sat with me in the ER and told me that the doctors weren’t taking me seriously, and they should be, and I needed to keep talking to people until somebody did.  But none of those things are the point of the story.

The point of the story is this: Brandon gave me the most important gift anyone has ever given me in my entire life—a gift that I am absolutely certain is the only reason I am still alive today.  It’s a gift that has made every good thing in my life possible every day since.  He gave me the gift of not feeling.  Instead of getting carried away in his own emotions when he saw what was happening to me, he gave me the gift of reflecting back to me a logic and patience that a person can only have when they keep their emotions in check.  I owe everything to that gift, so you can imagine the fury I feel toward anyone who would denigrate it.  Brandon is not a freak.  He’s also not the perfect paragon of virtue people sometimes present him as.  He is a person—flaws and all—with a very powerful gift that saved my life, and I doubt very much I am the only one.

Here’s the rest of the story: it took me a couple of years to climb out of that box.  I had professional help.  I did CBT.  I learned to retrain my brain to see the world outside of the lens of depression and anxiety.  For a long time, when a depressed thought would come into my mind, I would ask myself, “What would Brandon say about that thought?  Would he accept that as reality?”  And if I knew he wouldn’t, I would make myself reframe the thought, hammering it into shape until I found a thought about myself that I believed Brandon would accept.  I wanted so badly to live in his reality, the one he saw outside of that box.  I wanted to be able to see myself the way he saw me, as a person with a problem and not a person who was a problem. 

After a few years, I got my mental health to a place where I no longer lived in a constant emotional crisis.  At almost all times in my life since then I’ve been somewhere on the healthy part of the mental health spectrum.  Notable exceptions were during the postpartum period with both of my kids, and one year during the pandemic when I got hit with several personal crises at once.  Even then, I knew I was not the illness.  I knew I existed separately from it.  I knew I could crawl out of the box again, because it was only a box, and not the true reality I knew existed beyond it.

Here’s the thing about my friend Brandon—I owe everything to him, and I’ll never be able to pay it back.  He wouldn’t want me to.  He would be horrified if he thought I felt like I had to.  I joke about Brandon asking me for a favor when he asked me to finish Bastille for him—because that “favor” did a lot more good for me than it probably did for him.  But the truth is, if I am able, I will always do a favor for Brandon Sanderson.  Not because I feel like I have to pay him back, but because it feels so good to give literally anything back to a person who gave me so much.  (And that’s not even counting all the professional opportunities, or the fact that he talked me into dating my husband.) 

But really, I will never be able to pay this back.  Never ever.  So I do my very best to pay it forward.  When I encounter people who deal with similar issues, I do my very best to give them the gift of not feeling.  To sit with them and let them say all the scary things in their heads, and to react with genuine interest, but without emotional reaction.  I have sat with people who want to die, and done my very best to reflect back to them that I’m not afraid of their feelings, that I will of course want to make sure they are physically safe, but that I don’t think it’s scary that they have those thoughts, and that I think they are a real, whole person outside of those thoughts and those thoughts will never define them.  That skill has served me well.  I may never be a person who experiences little emotion (ha!) but I have learned to be a person who can set aside emotion when it’s necessary, and I learned that from Brandon, too.

So I am grateful for that gift.  The gift of not feeling. Because not feeling most definitely does not mean not caring.

Over the years, I have listened to a lot of opinions about my friend Brandon.  I have heard people say things with authority in both the positive and negative, things that I knew to be both true and false.  I’ve never felt the need to correct these things—he’s a public figure and people are going to see the persona and think what they want about him and it’s not my place to try to turn that ship.

But if I could tell you just one thing about my friend, it’s that he’s wonderful. Not because he writes books, and certainly not because he’s perfect, but because he’s a person, and like all people, he has unique gifts that enable him to make a difference in other people’s lives.

#janci patterson #branderson #brandon sanderson #cfsbf #long post #root

[diacripticcomplex]

DL Characters as College Majors/Life after highschool/Adulting experiences: 

Shu: Did not attend college, and will not. Somehow he was able to find a super boss lady girlfriend who literally takes care of him and doesnt want him working or going anywhere. Shu thinks that he's the one running things in the relationship and she will make him think that but she's pulling all the strings in the background. The only thing she wants Shu to do is take care of their dog and cat, which Shu gladly does, he is much better at taking care of animals than he ever was at taking care of other people. Smokes a lot of weed when his girlfriend isn't home, she keeps him at peace and without her he starts panicking. 

Reiji: He graduated highschool a year earlier than most, and is in his third year of pre-medical school, he successfully got his associates degree in Biology. He's also engaged to someone he doesnt even know but he has no choice but to obey his father's wishes. Doesnt go to any college parties and is not friends with anyone, however he does ass kiss the professors so that he would be able to score a good internship and letters of rec for Medical school. A few ladies in his classes think he is very attractive but he is uninterested in them and is loyal to his betrothed, having no idea what she even looks like is crazy but good for him I guess. 

Ayato: The life of the party, Literally he only went to college for the parties, his GPA was really low but he got money so he's able to pay of course. Joined a whole frat, is a huge frat bro and his major is finance. Which is crazy cause he sucks at math and anything pertaining to numbers.  He always makes class groupchats in order to get the answers for assignments and exams, thats how he's managing to get by all his classes. He's gotten roofied at a party before and is super careful with his drinks now as well as keeping a lookout for other people. He always tries to get his brothers to attend his frat parties, Laito does and once Subaru went, instantly regretted it cause Ayato made him jug like 20 beer cans back to back. He also has a huge crush on Yui but never invites her to the parties because he's scared something bad can happen to her there since there were many cases. 

Kanato: A well known art and design major, as well as minoring in historical fashions. Kanato has a huge passion for designing clothes and he was so happy he got accepted into a university that allowed him to use his creativity. He takes a lot of art related classes, his favorite is sculpting because it allows him to create sculptures out of wax, and he even got an award and his own exhibit on campus, yes he's that good. He's a part of a very quiet friend group of artists who silently create their mark on the school, the whole group is 5 girls and Kanato, crazy thing is Kanato managed to have sex with each one of them and theyre all aware as well but the convinced them in was to further their artistic view on bodies. He has a side hustle where he sells handmade bags and clothing, he's been doing very good to the point he can own his own boutique. 

Laito: He loves a good party and tries his best to attend all of Ayato's frat parties, but he does not go to college, instead he takes online courses on how to be a "health" guru, (sex guru). He's been doing good though, he's also a part-time massager for women only, he literally harassing them but they do not mind. He's also in a throuple relationship and a step father currently, but he has 3 kids from his previous relationships, yes Laito has 3 baby mamas and he's also  very active on social media trying to be a trendy influencer. He's also been in therapy for his mental health issues and past traumas, its been helping him. he tries to convince his brothers to come with him but they refuse, he never gives up. He really wants that family group therapy. 

Subaru: College did not spark his interest at all, despite the fact that he pretty much would be able to get a scholarship or be a pro-athlete. Subaru started to do boxing as a career choice, going into professional fights and winning every fight he has ever been in. His fighting name is the White Tiger. He loves to workout, and keeps a very healthy lifestyle so that one time he did go to that annoying frat party it completely messed up his flow it took him a few weeks to recover. Before he was fighting he tried using steroids to get ripped but stopped after he started feeling like shit. He has a girlfriend, and they have been together for YEARS! She's pregnant too and they have a cat together as well, they live in a nice condo and iconically he drives a subaru. 

Ruki: He's in culinary school. Honestly, he can cook very well. even Gordon Ramsey was impressed. He goes abroad quite often for competitions and for learning more about cultural dishes. He's managing an online business where he sells these goodie snacks and its international as well, Kou being famous helps promote his snack brand even more. Ruki also got married around his 3rd year in culinary school to the head chef, she literally fell in love with his cooking, however they keep their relationship a secret for obvious reasons, she's his teacher technically. He always brings his brothers back souvenirs from everywhere he goes, his favorite places so far were New York and Las Vegas, the food impressed him very much. 

Kou: He's been famous, and now he's evenm more famous thanks to Tiktok and instagram. He has a whole PR team as well and is often also traveling between Japan, California, New York, and Paris. He has a lot of modelling and brand deals as well, he's currently working on a cologne line and perfume line for women as well as male skin care. Kou has a lot of groupies and he almost married one but she was crazy and still stalks him. He has a lot of scandals as well. His nudes were leaked and a tape as well going viral on twitter and discord. He has collabed with a lot of famous singers and tiktokers. He is thinking of getting into acting if the scandals die down. 

 

Yuma: Works in the agriculture industry, but he’s not a farmer or gardener, he inspects gardens for a living and if they’re bad he will tell them how to improve it, he also works closely with importation of certain fruits and veggies. Nothing gets past Yuma, he has a big house with an even bigger garden and green house as well, he’s also gay and still big in love with Shu but respects his relationship they hang out sometimes. He’s currently working on a product to remove pesticides without harming the human body or altering the fruit/veggie. He’s been to a few gay clubs, and had some fun but likes to keep his life private and isn’t interested in a relationship right now.

Azusa: He met a very good person who was working as a therapist and she ended up becoming his girlfriend, he was never her patient but she was def helping him without even him realizing it, he's focusing on his mental health mainly and he's gotten a bunch of tattoos to cover up all his scars. He also works from home and is currently writing a book about his life, specifically the peak of his low, which was when he met his brothers in the orphanage. He has a pet kitten and he actually has 3 kids with his soon to be wife, he's also been getting into drawing and wants to illustrate children's books, and do a side hustle of tattooing. 

Carla: Works in the police force, he spends most of his time with the international forces and monitors media, he’s also working for disease control he used to be a detective however he shot someone innocent and couldn’t work the ranks anymore so he just works in internal affairs, he had a whole political campaign at one point but some women came forward with allegations against him some were true, some just hate him so they lied, safe to say he’s not getting into power any time soon, his daughter is his rock but he’s on the verge of a divorce. (I don’t like Carla)

Shin: He went to college to become a zoologist, but decided to get into the fur pelts industry instead, he works closely with fashion designers and certain colder countries , he’s been getting great trade, he also almost had a near death experience with a wolf so he no longer wants to be around animals. He practices not showering for months. (Yea I don’t like Shin)

Kino: (I def don’t like Kino) He works at a game stop.

Yui: this precious Angel Yui, goes to college for religious studies, she makes cute rosaries for all her fellow church group members/friends and they pray together, she wants to become an abbess very badly and is trying her very best in all of her classes, she does a lot of charity and fun raisers too, putting her cooking and baking skills to use, she had a crush on Ayato they shared the same pre req class but once he started partying and stuff she grew super distant from him, but still says hi to him when they see each other on campus.

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #diabolik boys #kino #shu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #college #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #kou mukami #ruki mukami #azusa mukami #yuma mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukimi

[hardlyinteresting]

College Aaron

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I'm obsessed with the idea of 18 year old Aaron proposing to Haley before he goes to college. He's romanticized a future for them and getting engaged before he goes away just makes sense. But she's still in high school, and nowhere near as preoccupied with the future as him either way. In his dorm on campus he wonders why he's doing any of this. So far life is not going to plan, and the sinking feeling that he's failing creeps in.

I do think he enjoyed college though. It's the first time that he's free in a lot of ways.

I think he over does it with the drinking at the beginning but quickly readjusts when his studies start to slip. The fear of failure overrides the satisfaction of his rebellion.

In his last year of law school he returns to town for Christmas. His mother hosts a charity evening every year for the local church and schools. It's mostly people sipping wine and standing around the large house draped in pearls, and thinly veiled gossip. His mother insists that he speak to Haley when her family arrives. He has the societal duty to greet her and her parents, but as his mother keeps an eye on him from across the room he knows that everyone around them is expecting more. By New Year's Day they're an item again. By April they're engaged.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Aaron has held on to a lot of his university sweaters and tshirts. And he definitely wore them all the time in Uni. Like you cannot convince me that he didn't attend half his classes in university branded crew neck sweatshirts.

He grows his hair longer in college and enjoys rocking the very 90s romcom lead fluffy look. He goes to concerts in the city.

He dates a bit here and there but nothing really sticks. He falls a little bit in love with every girl he brings back to his dorm though. He learns very quickly that he's not quite sure he has a specific type, but rather finds himself enamored by different energies. College is a spectacular time for self expression and after growing up around monotony and uniformity he's captivated by dyed hair, art majors, writers, fellow law students down the line. His mother calls twice a month like clock work. He lies through his teeth when she asks about his extra curricular activities. He keeps up his grades, and he truly enjoys learning, but for the time being he's uninterested in padding his resume with elective sports, or volunteer time unless it's something he's truly interested in or passionate about.

College is one of the first and last periods of time where he truly feels like himself. He's lost touch with all of his college friends. He doesn't have social media so he doesn't see their Facebook posts, or their new Instagram photos. Potentially, he has LinkedIn but he doesn't go out of his way to search for the people he once knew. He imagines futures for them, remembers the years he spent with them, and he keeps moving forward.

#Aaron Hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #Aaron Hotchner imagine #college!aaron #marchhotchness

[elvensorceress]

WIP Wednesday 💕

tagged by @buddiearemydads @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 @911onabc @megsvstheworld @comaboybuck 😘

tagging @alyxmastershipper @shortsighted-owl @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @rewritetheending @cowboy-buddie @rose-buddie @speaknowdiaz @jobairdxx @ebdaydreamer @sibylsleaves @littlespoonevan @spaceprincessem @wh0re-behavi0r @honestlydarkprincess @chaosandwolves @souschefdiaz @the-likesofus @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @swiftiebuckleys @evan-buckleydiaz @messyhairdiaz @homerforsure 💕

In light of the most recent episode, have this scene that I wrote months ago 🤣 It follows this scene I shared one lovely Friday in March from my post lightning strike fic where Eddie is trying to date, he and Buck are a whole ass mess, and no one is having a good time. Except us? lol

Eddie shows up at a coffee shop for his next date and Buck is in the booth directly behind him. As if they are now special operative spies who can’t be seen together but can pass secret information back and forth in the middle of a busy restaurant if they whisper to each other and meet like this and don’t look like they actually know each other. 

Number seven seems okay. A little conceited maybe and way too into Instagram followers and being an influencer and whatever other social media bullshit. But when they get up to use the restroom, Buck reaches for him so he can solidly whack Eddie in the arm. “You’re so tense. Lighten up.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and hates everything. “This is how you’re being helpful? How exactly am I supposed to lighten up and not be tense?”

“Well, the fake laugh isn’t working. I can tell you that much.” Buck leans out of his booth — which defeats the whole purpose of them not acknowledging that they know each other but whatever this wasn’t Eddie’s idea — and makes weird gestures at him. “Just relax. Take a few deep breaths. Be yourself instead of— whatever it is you’re doing now.”

“What is wrong with what I’m doing now?” 

“Uh. You mean, everything?”

Why is it there is no lightning that can strike Eddie down right now? That seems so unfair and unreasonable. “Everything.” It’s a cold dead word in his mouth, but it’s better than cold dead partner, matching cold dead hearts, nothing beating, nothing living. 

Buck takes it as question rather than statement. “Yeah. You’re not really talking or even asking questions. It makes you seem uninterested and bored. Or like you’re inattentive. I mean, some people go for the aloof thing, they take it as a challenge, but I doubt you want to play those games so never mind. You could maybe,” he hums like he’s thinking. “Oh! Talk about Chris’ science fair or the play they’re putting together for English with all the book reports.”

“That’s stuff you’ve worked on with him.” Also, Eddie is pretty sure that listening to him talk about his son’s homework and school activities is not what anyone but Buck would want to do.

“You know about it though.”

“Not like you do.” 

“Well, your date doesn’t know that. But fine. How about. Play the desert island game — what things would you want with you if you were stranded on a desert island.”

“That’s your advice? What in the hell is that supposed to tell me about this person?”

“It can tell you lots of things! It’s a measure of what someone values, how smart or creative someone might be, and how much, you know, c-compatibility you—you might have. That’s the point.”

There’s a set of utensils near Eddie’s hand. It’s one of those rolled-and-banded-in-a-napkin things that likely has a knife in it. At the very least, it should have a fork, and he should be able to un-band, unroll the napkin and pick out said fork so that he can repeatedly stab himself in the arm until something registers as worse than this whole situation he’s stuck in right now. 

But that would probably be too on the nose?  

“A-also? You don’t have to laugh at everything or talk like you’re being interviewed. It’s not a test. You can reveal some things. No one is hunting for enemy intel. They’re not asking for social security numbers and home address. Plus, the weird chuckle thing you’re doing is fake and kind of creepy. First dates are for talking about fun interests and hobbies and things you enjoy so you can see if they might enjoy them, too. Nothing controversial, nothing super personal. Ask about movies. Or books. Or favorite foods.”

Eddie presses his fingers against his forehead and then rubs his temple and the ridge of his eyebrow where there’s an invisible mining colony shoving stakes into his skull. 

“Hey,” Buck turns soft and honey sweet this time and touches Eddie’s arm gently. 

It’s brief. The touch. Barely more than a graze of fingertips and lasts only for a second. But it makes Eddie’s skin burn like it’s been seared. Eddie sort of turns to look back at him. But immediately regrets it. 

Buck gives him a look of pure warmth and affection. “You’re charming and funny and hot and one of the nicest people in the entire world. Okay? There’s no reason someone wouldn’t like you or wouldn’t want to date you. Or keep dating you. You’re, you know, a catch. You’re pretty much everyone’s type.”

Yeah. Sure. He feels so much like “everyone’s type.” Eddie turns back to the table in front of him and can’t think about those words or Buck’s voice or his eyes or his anything. They’re all lightning daggers shoved into Eddie’s chest and stomach, and he aches. Aches and aches and needs something he can’t have. If he’s everyone’s type, if there’s no reason someone wouldn’t want to date him, then. Why. 

Why does Buck never look at him that way?

#wip wednesday #buddie wip #buddie #jenwyn wip #fic: catching lightning #911 #he and his husband keep competing for biggest disaster fail loser #AND THEY ARE BOTH WINNING #🙄

[acourtofthought]

Hello! all good?

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance.

I've been following the acotar fandom for the past two years. I had just finished reading acofas when acosf was announced (I didn't use social media).

I didn't think E/riel was a couple like Nessian, it was already clear to me, I always felt that something was missing from them.

I came to like the idea of ​​Elucien, when I read acofas all my hopes were gone until the arrival of acosf.

I've read all of SJM's books, and I've come to the conclusion that forbidden (hidden) romances aren't right and the author doesn't like to work, as well as a love triangle.

(SPOILER from SJM books)

I find it curious that as e/riel is so sure that Elucien won't happen because the bond will be refused. SJM has not placed any conversations between Elucien that are significant other than what they retain.

Ruhn and Hypaxia met and there was even a flirtation, they were promised, but we saw the side of the two (pov).

Celastina married an angel. SJM said on the page that they didn't work out, but they got married and had interactions.

Bryce and Cormac get along well, are in love with each other and were VERY CLEARLY uninterested in each other through their pov and interaction.

Now Elucien hasn't even had 1% of anything similar other than a conversation they actually saw each other for the first time and other quick interactions with others around.

Elucien NEVER had the space and their pov to know what actually happened. Lucien looked anxious for Elain. She took that step. She smiled and asked if he was okay.

What a surprise it would be if she turned down a bond she NEVER sat down and talked with Lucien. If she had had moments alone getting to know each other I would understand.

SJM keeps the two away, which to me is a good sign. And to you?

Hello there!!

I agree with you that it seems very purposeful that we have never had the chance to witness a conversation between Elain and Lucien happening.

If two characters are not meant to work out then we as the reader need to understand WHY they aren't meant to work out because a mating bond isn't something that's to be carelessly tossed aside for no real reason.

As a fated mates author, you don't make two of your main characters mates (the most sacred of all unions), have them never interact then deny their bond on the sole grounds that they didn't ask for their bond.

In all of SJMs books, we are shown why two characters are not meant to be together. We witnessed why Tamlin and Feyre weren't right for one another. In the TOG series, it's clear why her FMC did not end up with certain love interests. We are told that the reason Rhys's parents bond didn't work was because the father was cold and vicious, something Lucien is not, while the mother was soft and fiery). So if we're to believe that fate chose poorly by making Elain and Lucien mates, it's not enough to say, "she just doesn't want a bond". Rhys also tells us mated pairs TRY to make it work because they believe they were given a gift and it's not until later that they realize it's sometimes a poor match.

Elain and Lucien to date have not tried and Elain has not yet let her guard down.

She doesn't want a bond because she lost her fiance. She doesn't want a bond because she had never met Lucien before that. She doesn't want a bond because she's been through traumatic experiences and therefore can't even fathom dealing with what it means to have a life long attachment to another.

But those things can change once she heals. And the only way it's going to be believable that she and Lucien aren't meant to be together is if we see they are a poor match and to date, we have never been given that opportunity.

If SJM truly plans on Elucien being the rejected bond then why hasn't she had them interact to demonstrate how they are very different people and don't connect on the important levels? As an author, it would be extremely easy to do and she could have started building her case at any point since ACOWAR. It would make their rejection of their bond more believable if it were to happen in their book.

Instead, we have Elain refusing to actually get to know Lucien therefore she doesn't actually know who it is she's currently "rejecting". We have Lucien giving Elain time and space to explore her new world and new body though he has remained faithful to her. We have him being nothing but understanding and never lashing out even when she pushes him away. We have the author continually dropping hints as to their compatibility (same sense of humor, dislike of violence, neither is aggressive or argumentative, both love nature, she craves the sun and he's the heir to Day).

If Elucien's are supposed to believe that Elain and Lucien aren't absolutely perfect for one another than why exactly has the author done nothing to convince us of this other than having Elain avoid him (something that ever single Archeron has done with their mate before accepting their bonds)?

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

[minkkumaz]

the melon chart is over tiktok and twitter! im pretty sure if u search up “boynextdoor charting melon”. but on tiktok theres a translated version by @/sunghanbinna .. it was made 6 days ago and the view count is 441.2K, the cover video is sungho :))

the videos so cute <3

AND OO smau ideas,, for short lil smaus okag okay.

SO! (i sorta looked back on them all and they mostly seem like short fics instead of texting hcs.)

BONEDO

sungho: readers walking around the park when this random guy wouldnt stop tryna talk to them!! reader ends up telling sungho and he arrives SO fast. #iloveprotectivemen

riwoo: riwoo who sends pictures to s/o saying, “this reminded me of you :)”

jaehyun: reader finds a unnamed bouquet outside their front door, tells their bff jaehyun over text. (jaehyun pretends to be shocked, even though he sent the flowers). little does jaehyun know the reader has those doorbells that record cctv on what happens outside their house!

taesan: reader falls asleep on facetime so he texts the reader sweet words and just re-confesses his love all over again (hes WHIPPED!) before he also sleeps. (dw he’ll definitely stay on facetime!)

leehan: “leehan would you love me if i was a deadly fish virus..” (aka. would you love me if i was a worm)

woonhak: playing game pigeon with him! loser has to treat the other one to a icecream date >_<

all: bonedo boys as the readers bff, but each member has their own route(?) like for example, lets say the reader is crushing on woonhak so they tell jaehyun,leehan,sungho,taesan & riwoo abt it!!

reader: guys omg woonhak literally looked at me he wants me so bad.. 😭🙏🙏🙏

riwoo: ?

jaehyun: oh..! okay!! yeah 😅😅😅😅😅☠️😅

8TURN

myungho: hear me out on this. playing hard to get myungho, who acts uninterested whenever the reader texts him.. but recently hes been smiling a lot more on his phone whenever he sees the readers texts pop up on his notif bar!!

jaeyun: okay so, yk how when jaeyun replies to fans, his replies r just rlly funny?? IDK IF YKWIM cause i see him responding to fans and hes just so unserious LOL, but like one day sassy jaeyun and sassy reader sass eachother to no end and end up goin viral on social media for their cheeky interactions LMAO

minho: stop okay omg how about like before minho posts on twitter/instagram he asks the reader which photo they like the most >< I wanna compliment and hype him up so bad hes so GRGDHSJDJ

yoonsung: texting haemin as a joke about confessing to yoonsung with those omlette rice ketchup writings, but accidentally sending the text to yoonsung instead LMAO

haemin: his reaction when the reader buys him manchester city soccer tickets!! i wanna spoil him so bad TT

kyungmin: HIGHSCHOOL AU SNEAKING TEXTS IN BETWEEN CLASSES. theres a cellphone ban at school but he just cant resist!!

yungyu: honestly im 100% sure u have many brainrots of texting yungyu so its up to u!! but personally id love to see yungyu commenting under the readers latest insta post going like, “im better than ur bf” “give me a chance” even tho the readers already dating him. YK?

seungheon: during a 8turn concert, that the reader can’t unfortunately attend, they watch it live on like tv and the reader ends up texting seungheon during the whole performance and just gushing abt him, so like a few hours after the performance he checks his phone to see like 500+ msgs full of adoration and compliments. (he ends up getting teased by all the members hehehehehdiei)

OVERALL ANY OF THOSE IDEAS CAN BE FOR ANYONE!! when i imagine things i like to label a person on it so it can feel more real to me ><

-🍉

STOP BECAUSE WHY DO I ACTUALLY WANNA DO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE IDEAS HELLOOO fuck ur actgually so smart i'm sweating a little bit.

omg i don't even know what to respond with to all of these they're all so interesting AGHH AND THEY'RE SO FITTING

i must say i would absolutely CLEARRRRRRRRRR woonhaks ass on wordhunt like i'm genuinely the best wordhunt player known to man (debatable)

i also have to comment on the yoonsung one though THAT'S SO CUTE i lovelvoelovleioeol LOVE the trope of accidentally confessing to idols over text like i swear i eat those up for breakfast lunch and dinner, i probably will do something like that LMAOO

AND YES YUNGYU OMGAKJSHBFSKJHBF stop i just published some yungyu texts im probably gonna do an ot8 ver of slowly falling in love like i love that trope too its so ><

THANK U ANON IM IN TEARS THESE R SO ADORBALE

#∞ ₒ ˚ omi's chats #༊*·˚ anonymous peoples #🍉 anon ·˚ ༘ ✎

[sotc]

🍟🥃 fir Tomaj 👀

(ASK MEME) - mentions to Mátyás who belongs to @uldren-sov

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

I think in the early stages of their relationship (and living together, god) whenever Mátyás made him some of his cultural foods or sweets he'd 1) always love it because it was delicious and 2) it was a guilty pleasure because it was Zarkanian. lmao. It was very silly but he got over that pretty quick though lol

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

LMAO. Thinking about Tomaj in a modern setting is so funny to me. I think Tomaj generally hates social media but he does use Instagram to sporadically post about his countryside living and his hobbies. He does NOT know how to be an insta baddie or anything but he does post an occasional lowkey thirsttraps when he feels himself. You know those guys who takes videos of themselves woodcutting to show off? Shit like that. LOL. His DMs are def open but he's apt to ignore a lot of hit ups unless someone really stands out and he's def used Grindr and Tinder too💀 Homie is looking for love in all the wrong places lmao.

He'd enjoy watching nature/science documentaries, HISTORY CHANNEL, fantasy shows like GoT, and lots of varying sports and competitions. He doesn't really read often but when he does it's a 20 page deep wikipedia article about the middle ages/medieval history. He'd browse random, obscure forums and reddit to talk to other smithing/history nerds. He barely knows how to use emojis btw so he comes off so distant and uninterested in texts. And his favorite music is country rock (don't ask me which bands because I don't know any lmfaoo)

And I have no idea how Mátyás and Tomaj would meet in a modern!au but it's hilarious thinking about how OPPOSITE they are in a tangible, modern setting. I derailed a bit but my god the image of modern!au tomaj is so vivid I'm obsessed LOL.

#thank you for the very fun ask!! #*tomaj #ask meme

[turtleskissingew]

THESE ARE ALL THE SAME SETS OF CHARACTERS.

I made a set of fankids based on every tcest combo out there, and made them a family.

They're between the ages of 18 and 21 (yes I do draw them as actual kids/tots sometimes, but I more often draw them as adults).

I figured this falls under the tcest blanket so, fuck it, I'll post their bios here.

Musashi

Age - 21

Mask - Yellow

Weapon - Wakizashi

Father - Mikey

Mother - Leo

Interests - kendo, anime, getting high

The oldest of the kids, Musashi grew up not taking much responsibility. While he tries to be a good big brother, he’s very laid back and not really the leading type, making finding a ‘leader’ for their clan of ninja very difficult as a result.

While skilled in both kendo and ninjutsu, Musashi is very lazy, and would rather spend his time watching TV and eating snacks. He tends to try to relieve his siblings’ stress through his words, with varying results.

Okyo

Age - 20

Mask - Dark Blue

Weapon - Tonfa

Father - Leo

Mother - Raph

Interests - Painting, yakuza, the surface/new york

Second born of the new Hamato clan, Okyo likes to go by the lone wolf philosophy; you don’t need him, and he doesn’t need you. Despite these claims he’s insanely attached to his best friend, Toby, and seems hellbent on the idea of dying for him if need be.

Okyo is obsessed with the yakuza, and wishes he could be the member of one. This may stem from his desire to actively leave the lair and live a life above ground. He uses his body as a canvas for his art, and even lets his siblings paint him as well.

Rosalind

Age - 19

Mask - Dark Purple

Weapon - Naginata

Father - Leo

Mother - Donnie

Interests - Reading, chess, running

Rosalind is considered the most intelligent and most threatening of her siblings. Skilled in combat, and especially tactics. She spends most of her time training her mind, and is obsessed with the idea of being a master tactician. She is a likely candidate to be the future leader of the clan, though there is one problem…

Rosalind is horribly socially inept. She doesn’t know how to communicate very well, often saying the wrong thing, or sometimes nothing at all. Her ability to read the room is poor, and she sometimes doesn’t know how to properly react to things. This has led to her getting into spats with her more sensitive siblings.

Bram

Age - 19

Mask - Soft Pink

Weapon - Tessen

Father - Donnie

Mother - Mikey

Interests - Math, superhero comics, cooking

Bram is a painfully normal guy. Among his siblings, he doesn’t stand out much, and he’s aware of it. His interests in superheroes are mainstream and broad, but he does excel in cooking and math, traits his siblings seem to lack. When it’s time to make a meal, Bram is the one his parents call to help.

Bram has an intense fear of dying alone, likely brought on by the idea that everyone he sees in fiction often has a romantic partner, and the fact that his family seems either content in their own relationships, or longing for ones as well. He feels getting into a relationship is important, but also feels he’s too uninteresting to attract a partner.

Frida

Age - 18

Mask - Purple, Flower pins

Weapon - Kama

Father - Raph

Mother - Donnie

Interests - Herself, social media, selfies, cute things

Frida is obsessed with social media, and were it not for her family’s strict rule about ‘staying in the shadows’, she would be plastering her face all over the internet. She loves herself, and wants the world to love her as well. She is locked into internet culture and often talks about what’s popular as a result, whether or not anyone wants to listen.

Frida is the worst ninja in her clan, but she still has some skills she can use in self-defense. Her friendly and very positive personality aids her more in avoiding fights than becoming part of them, thankfully. She is also the worst cook in her clan as well; keep her out of the kitchen.

Victor "Vic"

Age - 18

Mask - Faded Red

Weapon - Chigiriki

Father - Raph

Mother - Mikey

Interests - Cartoons, old toys, classical music

Gentle and kind, Vic is a big eater and a sweet soul who would never raise his hand in violence or self defense if he could help it. The only reason he trains at all is because his parents require it, and because he wants to protect the ones he loves.

His interest lies in things of the past. Classical music, old cartoons, and even old toys, the paddle ball being his favorite one. He’s caring and mostly keeps to himself, or is often seen with his twin sister, Missy.

Artemisia "Missy"

Age -  18

Mask - Pink

Weapon - Tekken

Father - Mikey

Mother - Raph

Interests - Makeup, action films, metal music

Missy is Vic’s twin sister, in a sense. Same parents, same time. She’s considered the baby of the family, and as a small child was demanding and constantly wanted her way, something her mother tended to cave in on. This seeped into adulthood, becoming a little rotten as a result. While she genuinely cares for her whole family, she has a wicked rebellious streak, and likes to do dangerous things just to get attention. Her attitude has garnered her a negative reputation among her siblings, save for Vic.

Her tastes reflect this, as she listens to loud, heavy metal music, sometimes puts on excessive makeup, and watches a lot of high budget action films and sometimes tries to emulate the stunts in them. She loves a good fight, and will sometimes try to start one for fun.

#tcest #fankids #the lore would be different for rise #but their personalities would be mostly the same

[seijorhi]

asymmetry asks <33

ily guys

Your fic for  haitani brothers was really unexpected. But I'm not complaining 'cause I love them so much. I already liked  crumble you showed  of them in "sink in the depth". Not pressure you but i hope to see more content about them later 🥵. I also hope also that reader can hold her liquor since i have a feeling Ran likes to make her drink

Btw I want to know haitani 's side story please 🙏🏽 .

when and why ran became interested in reader and why he forced reader to stay the first time they met, did he try to mess with her? And was rin ok to share his soulmate (ex-soulmate?) with his brother?  

Does reader really get a tattoo? I mean the tattoo artist must have asked her consent or seen that she didn't want to do it.

Sorry if it's too long but i'm really curious about it😆!

ran definitely likes plying her with drinks hehe 

but yeah ran essentially low key cyber stalked the reader; set up fake social media profiles/whatever to check up every now and then, at that point more out of curiosity than any real obsession. 

and the first time he actually meets her, he’s doing it because he wants to see her squirm and fight back tears while rin flat out ignores her – basically being a giant fucking dick for the sake of his own amusement. he wants to keep her around for rin’s sake too, because there’s a part of him – big brother intuition, if you will – that gets the sense that he’s not quite as uninterested as he’s letting on. 

of course that all spirals real quick, and ran starts developing his own very unhealthy fascination with the reader. i was working under a word limit so couldn’t include absolutely EVERYTHING i wanted to, but i did have ideas for a scene where ran pushes the boundaries a little, feeling the reader up or trying to get her to suck him off behind the bar, taunting her when she tries to refuse because her own soulmate’s currently mid way through fucking some other woman, and fair’s fair, right? 

or he’d ask her in front of rindou whether she thought they were supposed to be soulmates instead.

of course rindou’s more than aware of what’s going on with his brother, but there’s a healthy amount of respect (and a touch of fear) there. he has no problems sharing – once he finally admits he wants her in the first place, that is. 

as for the tattoo thing, yes they do make her go through with it. and you’d probably be right about the whole consent thing – if they were going to take her to a regular tattoo parlour, but they’ve got a friend who owns his own studio, the same guy who did their matching pieces, and he owes them a favour. he’s good, the discreet type. knows when to keep his mouth shut and look the other way.

Ahhhh your latest fic was to die for!!! Great work once again. I’m curious how do you think Rin feels knowing that the reader went through and got the mark removed? Is he pissed? do you think he’s just gonna make her get his name tattooed on again? Oh gosh the pain of getting it removed just to have it branded on her again would be so insane. 

TYSM!!!

rin was furious. begrudgingly impressed, perhaps, that she actually had the balls to go through with it, but beyond pissed. 

You're really making me want to watch tokyo rev just so i can know more about the characters. i dont even know much about it except there's gangs, i heard about it through you😮. they should thank you for the promo 

ya where is my cut of the profits wakui??? huh?? 

ghfjdkfghfjdks ah but that’s so nice of you to say! my goal is and has always been to convert as many people hahah. the fun thing about tokrev is that unlike haikyuu where all the characters i write about are, in canon, good, loving, genuine people, most of the tr characters have at least one timeline where they go off the walls so i’m really not stretching the truth that much hahaha

i will say if you do start the anime (and also you should definitely read the manga that’s where most of the good stuff is) you just have to get through the first few eps until the toman boys properly arrive. like no offence to takemichi and his friends but that’s when it gets interesting ghfdjkjvbhfjd

i think i remember you answered some asks before about how the miya twins share, but how do you think the haitanis are with it? thx<33 

not as competitive, i think. 

the haitani’s are a team, a brutal, effective unit. unlike the twins who fight on an even playing field, rindou defers to his brother’s authority when it matters, even if he isn’t thrilled about it. they’re more likely to tag team you though.

asymmetry was my favorite thing ive read this weekend! thank you for blessing us with it ❤️ 

ily nonnie thank you!

#fic asks #rhi shut the fuck up challenge #vhgfjdkvhbgfjdk #rhi answers

[just-my-type-x]

Okay so I’m the same anon who doesn’t have social media (and again I’m really sorry if this is annoying 😅) but i was scrolling back in your timeline a bit since I’m new, could someone please explain what happened with snc, jake, Kevin, and mike? Like are they not friends anymore? What happened? Also are they not friends with Corey anymore? I never really liked Tara and I’ve found most of jakes recent videos to be watered down rehashings of the same uninteresting video ideas. But it’s weird, because I used to really like jake and found him and his content really funny. I don’t know what happened but he feels so different and hard to like now. I also loved Corey so I hope he’s not getting annoying, but jakes channel now is like 1/3 boring shit with Tara, 1/3 boring shit with just him, and 1/3 boring shit with Corey to boost views.

It's not annoying, don't worry ♥️

I don't really know what happened between them, i know jake was at snc's Halloween party and Corey was also supposed to be there but he wasn't in town or smth. What people say is that they grew apart since Corey and jake moved out and they started spending more time with other people while snc worked on growing their channel. about kevin and mike,that's pretty much the same thing.

And yeah, I agree, jake used to post entertaining things, but now it's creepy and disturbing haha

#colby brock #sam and colby

[sensiblesense]

I found this image from the Facebook page, "Pride and Prejudice Memes." I really enjoy the concept of putting each character into a yearbook and giving them these quotes that are tailored to each of their characters. To begin, Caroline Bingley's quote fits her quite nicely, as she does in fact have a lot of money, but it is ironic because it is her family's, and the material aspect is all she seems to be stressing about for the majority of the novel. However, this quote comes from Gwyneth Paltrow, a well-known and highly-esteemed actress, who also owns a lot of money. This suggests that Caroline is like her in the fact that she is unafraid to flaunt her wealth, regardless of where it comes from. Next, comes to most sensible (I love this word now) character of the story, Miss Jane Bennet. Once again, the parallel between Jane and Cinderella is evident, as both are characters who are kind and gentle to others, usually making decisions that will make others happy. It is interesting to consider how in so many different stories, there are always similar versions of the same characters, and this yearbook collage makes that abundantly clear with all of the alike comparisons. Wickham's quote is particularly funny because, in my opinion, he is one of the least likable people in the entire novel. This quote only emphasizes his unawareness of people's feelings towards him and centers on his selfish and demeaning persona. Charles Bingley is honestly quite an airhead, so his quote also makes a lot of sense, especially paired with the picture chosen. He looks very aloof, and that is definitely portrayed through his character's actions as well. He is generally just a happy man, with a lot of energy and excitement. Next, I thought it was clever how Elizabeth Bennet was compared to Thomas Jefferson. Jefferson, one of the founders of our country, was deemed to be wise and independent, just as Elizabeth is in this story. She does not let others tell her what to do and stands her ground, which is very impressive in the society at the time where most things are dictated and controlled by men. She had many a "hater," as the quote explicates, but she never let them alter her course of actions. While this clearly is not a quote from Thomas Jefferson, it still regains the essence of his influence and therefore transfers to Elizabeth. Lastly, Mr. Darcy's quote is the only one that differs from the rest. To start, his background is black, not white, probably symbolizing his independence and the ambiguity of his character. Next, his quote is only from himself, in contrast to the others which are all from somebody else. His quote fits his character very well as he is a man who does not like to express himself and is really quite reserved. The reader never knows what is coming next in regards to Mr. Darcy, and when unexpected actions do take place, they usually come as a great surprise to not only the reader but to the characters involved as well. His picture looks quite sheepish and uninterested as well, which gives the impression that if this were a real yearbook, Mr. Darcy would rather be anywhere but there.

Again, this post came from a Facebook page titled "Pride and Prejudice Memes," which I think just goes to show how well-loved this Jane Austen novel is. For the other novels we have read from her, it took a lot more poking around in places to find ones specific to the story. In regards to Pride and Prejudice, however, it seems that there is something to be found on every social media platform. I honestly love how a book written in the 19th century still carries so much influence to this day and really reiterates the idea that literature is timeless. It is for that reason that I love English and literature so much, and finding this post was something very pleasurable to do.

[l-sincline]

Girlish Whimsy - Chapter 9

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she’s up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who’s equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

On Monday morning Asuka had returned the dress and shoes to Mayu before class. She’d hoped the rest of her morning would be relatively peaceful, this would be a wish she would have to disregard for the next three years. 

“I saw you attended our dance last night, Princess!” Tamaki exclaimed as he joined Asuka and Mayu’s small clothing exchange huddle– leaning on Mayu’s desk with one hand. 

“Uh, just Asuka is fine, thank you.” She responded stiffly– Tamaki sure as hell was observant. 

“I’m just glad to know we’ve won over your heart once more. You know, that's all a host can really ask for. Beautiful women smiling upon our faces as we…” At a certain point Tamaki’s voice became an incomprehensible drone. Asuka glanced over to Mayu, who was fully entranced by what the blond had to say. 

“Tamaki.” A familiar voice snapped her back to reality. “Did you not come over here to talk to Ms. Kaneko about something perhaps a bit more important?” 

Kyouya wore a strained smile as he stared at Tamaki from where he’d also joined the clothing exchange huddle. She wasn’t quite sure she could call it that anymore. Mayu seemed shocked at the amount of outside of the host club host interactions she was currently experiencing. Asuka looked back at Tamaki.

“Yes!” The blond hit his palm with his fist, “Kyouya here told me that you wanted to interview me! I do love a good interview– you see, a few years ago-” 

“He’ll meet you once the Host Club is closed for the day.” Kyouya cut Tamaki off.

“Ah- wonderful. I’ll look forward to it.” 

Kyouya’s stare seemed to have finally bored holes into Tamaki’s head as he simply smiled and nodded in response before the two went back to their seats. 

Asuka had, admittedly, forgotten that she had texted Kyouya before bed asking to interview all the hosts so she could better personalize the designs she was making. When she woke up this morning she saw Kyouya had answered her around 1am. Sure, it seemed like a great, normal time to be up before school the next morning. She didn’t question it. 

Well, at least now all she had to do was get through the rest of the day and sit at the Host Club for a few hours. It couldn’t be that hard, right? The teacher entered the room.

“Alright, everyone up. Physical exams today, you knew that.” 

Evidently, Asuka had never looked at her school calendar. 

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To be honest the physical exam had been a little soul sucking. There had been plenty of chaos ensued from the host club (she was starting to get the idea that trouble just followed the group wherever they went) but thanks to that it seemed her and the other uninterested students were able to float by without much trouble. She saw a doctor quickly, breezed through the exam, and then quickly left the exam area. 

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. She did some free studying and made note of some questions to ask the hosts so she might properly discern their personalities in order to make jewelry that would appeal to their particular guests. 

Then, as soon as the day was over, she headed to Music Room 3 and sat on the sidelines as she usually did when she accompanied Mayu. Her friend seemed baffled that Asuka had shown up before her, but she just sent her a small smile and wave as she was whisked away to her usual table by the gaggle of fellow host club loving girls she usually hung out with here. 

Asuka observed the club activity and occasionally made notes. The twin’s jewelry should definitely come as a set, perhaps give the option to bundle Morinozuka and Haninozuka’s as well, perhaps something simpler for Fujioka. These kinds of things were what she jotted down until a hand descended upon her notebook and slid it to the other side of the table. 

Kyouya pulled out the chair and sat, scribbling some notes in the book with his own pen before sliding it back across the table and sitting back in his chair. 

“All of the hosts have a specific type trope they adhere to in order to consistently attract customers.” 

“So today I speak with the prince?” She chuckled, glancing down briefly at the notes he’d made next to her own. 

“He sure fancies himself that.” Kyouya responded with a shrug, the two of them looking over to Tamaki’s table. 

The blond had currently cupped the cheek of the girl sitting on his right, the rest watched on in awe. 

“It’s a wonder they don’t get jealous.” Asuka commented offhandedly.

“Oh, some do.” Kyouya replied thoughtfully, “They don’t last very long if they behave that way outwardly, we won’t tolerate it. But, you know, feelings always linger below the surface.” He threw up a hand nonchalantly to their left. 

Asuka glanced over and noticed some of the girls who had been independently sitting and snacking had stopped what they were doing to stare, some looked decidedly more annoyed than others. They looked away when they noticed Asuka had taken note of them. 

“From what I hear, you had a less than peaceful physical exam day?” Asuka looked back to him, changing the subject.

“Hmm, yes. Though, it wasn’t too bad all things considered. Everything turned out alright.”

“You figured it would?” 

He shot her a wry smile.

“I brought this for you.” Now it was his turn to change the subject. Kyouya produced a manilla folder from his bag and handed it over.

Asuka flipped open the folder to find two sheets. One, a contract– the other, a script.

“I figured it would be better to have our deal down in writing.” He spoke up when he noticed Asuka had finished reading the sheet, “And, of course, I need a cut of the money you make for distribution and advertisement.”

Asuka laughed dryly, shutting the folder again.

“Figures. I’ll look it over when I get home and return it to you tomorrow morning.” 

“Good.” A sudden loud noise from Haninozuka’s side of the room drew Kyouya’s attention. “I apologize, but I should probably get back to my job. I’ll send over some refreshments for you until Tamaki is free.” 

#sinclines writing #girlish whimsy #ouran high school host club #ohshc #oc x canon #kyouya ootori #kyoya ootori #original character #ohshc fanfic

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary25

9/29-30/2023

late night, tonight.

i was out super late after this very bad poetry reading here for some of these creative writing majors. i don't have a lot to say about it, it was bad and the writers make some people close to me miserable because they fail at being kind basically. kind in a real way, the kindness that lets you have some give for meanness when you actually articulate/show effort put towards anyone else, people who are utterly shallow, you know. i believe it must be the case that we all know of people like that essentially.

i didn't get to work on music today really, that's kind of good, tomorrow i will try to write some stuff, i did work on music actually i guess, i wrote a riff, and i'll see where that can take me, or less writing the riff, i wrote some chords to mess with. a fun shape that has a good sound, disso and freaky when inverted.

anyways tonight was good, or like, half good. it's given me a lot to think about, with people who do certain things (like 'ethical' nonmonogamy and if that can exist when the presupposition is monogamy in the first place). i met new people who i like, who are really nice and fun to be around, who got drunk and told me dirt about some old people i knew. or really, one person. that doofus from the noise band, actually. i don't mind saying that. i won't discuss the dirt. it just kind of makes me feel something sad, about people like that, and i guess at large people who in some sense resemble the poets, shallow engagement and deeply troubled ideas of what being an artist means leading to difficult lives, miseries that begin loud and only grow quieter, never actually dissipating.

my gf really wanted to take me to this, the reading and the afterparty, she and a friend really wanted to hear my thoughts on these people because supposedly i'm very funny about that kind of thing, she forgot i guess the bore of the poetry, and the fact that as time goes on, the ruin of these lives is exposed more and more, rich (really i don't actually know, it's the impression i get) developing bad habits and using people, and the drama, while never uninteresting to someone like me (maybe it makes me evil to want to hear), is always sad.

sometimes i am like a child and i just wish everyone could be okay and fine, i'd sometimes light myself on fire to make that possible, but someone i used to be obsessed with told me that me wanting to be jesus or buddha (he said both) so bad wouldn't do anything for anyone except feed how badly i like to see myself hurt. he's right. i guess that's what knowing things does too.

maybe my whole life i'm just going to be hurting myself in new ways.

so i made 3 new friends, or 4, let me count, yeah, 4, i think. and i actually saw 2 friends i knew before tonight, and i was with my one girl friend. so 7 people, i'm gonna see some tomorrow at a gay bar to see a drag show, super exciting stuff. hopefully there won't be any pangs of sadness over the fact we are living in hell sort of.

i guess everybody has really unpleasant fascinations sometimes.

one conversation tonight, one of the new friends told me about her research topic, modern apocalyptic media and its convergence with evangelical christianity, just talking about all that stuff and its evolving state, the dwindling numbers of evangelicals and their panic, her past, and stuff. i liked that. i liked all of tonight, even the sadder parts.

i'm listening to the song theory on sex as an art form, by camera obscura, on repeat. a really great track, it's just so perfect, i love the synth-y punky part especially, but i guess it's also perfect next to a perfect melodic release, this movement that recalls something tumbling downhill, or leaves off petals, while the first part is this total mania.

anyways i am exhausted now, and tomorrow is another day of socializing and stuff.

had an awful thought, or not awful, i dunno. someone posted the song absent friend by bark psychosis, a song that takes me to two specific moments in my life. one was when i'd listen to this song, thinking about the man i loved who would disappear without a word because he was awful, and i'd lay in bed without anyone to talk to, and the second place, is years later, when a friend who loved this record to bits, killed himself, and the song was so pointed, it felt like it said something. the night i found out i walked around and listened to this song.

both times, the lyric "that's the biggest joke of all" took on pretty different meanings. right now it means something else i guess.

the awful thought was about my dead friend rather than the friend who is dead to me. my dead friend, the thought was: the most meaningful thing he'd ever do for himself was kill his own self, that's where all the force of his life would end up, and missing him, and not wanting to forget him and wanting other people to know him, all i am left being able to do is revive the corpse he made of himself and tell others, this is what he did, this is his monument and it's an awful one but it is his. i don't know what else to say about it, i'm staving off the wish to tell a stranger in a server about him because they posted this song, all i can say is i guess, beautiful song, one of the best ever, and they won't know how much i mean that. maybe i mean it less because it means such particular things to me, and rather than thinking it's the best song ever, it's just clusters of memory and feeling forever tied to it. whatever, though, that's fine.

anyways, byebye!!!