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m0tel6mxzzy · 2 years

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a rant on monet de haan and “but og gossip girl was old money”

not to bitch abt racist og gossip girl fans but im gonna bitch abt them. i REMEMBER yalls tone when the show first got promo before it even aired, and weren’t even willing to give it a chance, u just made assumptions bc the entire cast wasnt white.

ppl, specifically og gg tiktok fans, were saying the old show “gives old money” and the new show doesnt, conveniently forgetting chuck’s dad wasn’t born into wealth but became wealthy when chuck was young, making him new money. his dad is worth 22 billion dollars.

monet’s parents are heirs to a new york pharmaceutical company and on her wiki its listed that her family descends from old money. johnson and johnson is one of the biggest and has a net worth 435 billion as the wealthiest pharma company in the us. bc im lazy and dont feel like counting means and stats for the top 10 pharma companies in the us relative to ny, im assuming the de haan company has a networth of 100-400+ billion. whatever her family’s networth is i will happily believe it is more than chuck bass.

and monet’s parent’s donation of the wing had to occur sometime after everyone in the og show including jenny’s grade had graduated constance bc it wasnt yet canon, but just before monet had gone there. if we’re talking as soon as jenny’s grade had graduated, thats between june 2010-aug 2018, and monet would be 5 to 13. i’m going to average that the time the wing was planned to be built was 2014 when she’d by 9 bc i love the idea of little monet dreaming of going to constance with absolute certainty, and bc 2014 is a prettier number. my theory is that greyson and camille were planning to have monet go to CB St Judes ever since she was a child, hence the early donation.

anyway her parents literally paid for wing in constance and it has their names on it w the money from an old new york pharma company they own. and yall are like,,, dying on the hill she, bc she’s part of the reboot, wasnt born into wealth??? and even if she wasnt i know yall didnt just forget the og gg had poc on the show who were also old money or otherwise so loaded rich they could afford constance, but usually they were background characters like the minions, nelly yuki, and raina. the minions who literally only served to do blair’s bidding, and nelly yuki who was opposed bc blair saw her as an academic rival and was willing to sabotage her.

and then raina thorpe whos one of the only black girls in the show w a prominence in the og series, but idk. she’s moreso there bc she was w/ nate and chuck, but also her dad is basically a “villain” in the show and raina gets the short end of the stick and has to suffer for it, which is when she leaves the show. im just saying ofc someone the same race as monet or luna or aki would be happy to see themselves represented on screen and not as a background character or recurring character there only a short amnt of time if they loved the og gg.

and if you personally aren’t? cool thats ok but let ppl who are be happy. you dont need to mount some moral high horse pretending u care abt poc to defend why u hate us being represented in media. yall complain whenever poc are shown in media even when it isnt a reboot but rather an extension of the franchise such as star wars, so i find it hard to believe ur crapping on new reboots in media for having poc bc u actually care abt us being properly represented.

like, factually racism is the only thing convincing yall the old gg is “old money” and the new one isnt. also we need to have a talk abt what yall constitute as old money, bc hf twitter stayed hating on alexa demie for her early 00s fashion for being “cheap” as if paris hilton also wasn’t dressing kinda like alexa currently does in the early 00s while also happening to be an heiress to a hotel brand. and as if hf twt doesn’t constantly worship the air bella hadid breathes for wearing low rise jeans and baby tees which is just as much y2k inspired as what alexa wears.

like,, yall think all rich people, w/in ur very narrow view of what rich old money ppl look like, only ever dress in ralph lauren polos,,,and it’s not even like yall read the gg books to know the og characters wear burberry and ralph lauren which any tiktok old money “connoisseur” would hate for being “flashy,’ but because its in the list of their weird arbitrary rules of crap all old money rich ppl apparently do. if the reboot characters wore burberry scarves and ralph lauren polos w giant logos on the front yall would complain they arent following ur made up rich ppl rules u think applies to everyone who’s an heir to fortune.

yall just forget abt raina and hated gg2021 before it even aired all bc it starred poc, and bc its weird seeing a rich it girl in a position of power who doesnt look like blair or serena. for the de haans to have the money to donate a wing to the school and pay monet’s tuition on top of that and live in the excess monet does simultaneously kinda shows like,,how fucking rich monet is. therefore the attitudes of the students make a lot of sense. and if blair was treating a teacher the way monet does bc she had a wing dedicated to her parents, yall would eat that shit up whether blair was old money or not!!!

listen im a huge gg fan but i also pay attention!!! i am not letting monet de haan slander slide!!!! im all for her being as entitled due to her wealth and carefree as blair was!!! bc blair did some f’ed up shit yet monet being snide w a teacher gets yalls feathers ruffled...and we all know why yall wouldnt have the same reaction if it were audrey doing the same but thats none of my business

#gossip girl #ggrb #monet de haan #gossip girl 2021 #gg 2021 #and if i got the math wrong on when the de haan wing was first planned idc the exact numbers and calculations arent the focus #anyway i spent an hour trying to properly articulate this

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chaosnightmare · 1 year

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so these are going to be split up by location because different dimensions have different cultures that affect some of these answers

Characters from Initial (our dimension)

What is the characters go-to drink order?

Yka: milk. give Yka glass of milk

c_sharp: xe will not order xerself you have to do it for xer

Samie: pink lemonade at restaraunts that have it, soda of some kind otherwise

Rem: iced tea

808: white claw. hipster

What is their grooming routine?

Yka: she doesn't have much of one. its kind of redundant because of the. bleeding

c_sharp: shower, wash hair 3 times in 10 minutes, get out of shower and slather self in hand sanitizer, repeat several times a day

Samie: nothing fancy but does use face cleanser and lotion

Rem: rem takes no care of herself whatsoever

808: 808 also takes no care of themself whatsoever

Where does their disposable income go?

Yka: you could put yka in a sensory deprivation tank and she'd literally be fine. she spends nothing on anything

c_sharp: xe likes to buy rare beyblades but doesn't like the sound they make so never uses them. xe likes to buy lots of quality of life items but then hates the change and never uses them. xe buys new clothes and hates the texture so xe gives them away. do you see my vision

Samie: berrys room is filled with plush toy projects where berry buys a cheap plush toy from a drugstore or something and then frankensteins monster style transforms it using other toy parts like sid from that one movie. the biggest one has so far cost 100+ dollars and is a teddy bear with the most arms and legs physically possible, berry has to keep expanding the bear to fit more legs on it

Rem: she makes too little money to be able to blow income often. maybe a book or two sometimes

808: what does 808 even do besides play on the computer and be strange. no hobbies kind of guy

Do they have any scars or tattoos?

Yka: well theres the uh. blood

c_sharp: no

Samie: no

Rem: rem has a tattoo of a sun with a face on her right ankle actually. was inspired by a tattoo my mom had idk what it means

808: they do have a tattoo sleeve but i've yet to fully design it. scar on their lip and nose though from a skateboarding accident

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

Yka: she just doesn't cry

c_sharp: oh yesterday. now. currently. any reason

Samie: berry had to leave home a while back and leave berrys friends in the process. lots of tears but berry never told anyone why or where berry was going. there's a whole story to this but its less related to the crying thing

Rem: so a big part of rem's story is being socially outcasted and how that history helps her communicate with nonhuman entities far better than humans can, obviously that outcasting comes with a lot of grief and heartache. i have a vivid scene in my head where its revealed that the guy she liked was playing an elaborate prank on her as a dare and he breaks up with her in the rain and she weeps and its very disney channel original movie but you get me

808: saw a video about a dog rescue yesterday and cried about it for 3 hours

Oldest, middle, youngest, or only child?

Yka: we don't even know if she has parents. she's never mentioned them

c_sharp: only :( fail!

Samie: younger sibling, berry has an older sister

Rem: only also

808: middle child of 6 kids

Describe the shoes they're wearing.

Yka: sneakers. ratty. look broken and sad and yet vibrant in color

c_sharp: barefoot

Samie: cute little pink creepers with flowery patterns on the front and glittery laces

Rem: braid style sandals like she's a costume of jesus

808: deeply scene lace up canvas boots with my little pony stickers on the sides

Describe the place where they sleep.

Yka: yka does have a bedroom but its minimalistic and takes up her entire house. up to the wall there's a small bed with no blanket that she sleeps on posed like a dead person

c_sharp: huge bed in tiny bedroom, lots of comforters and feather pillows, all of it pure white. on the ceiling above there are glowing star stickers

Samie: since berry is usually travelling and can't come to the room often, berry uses a sleeping bag and sleeps under the seats on trains. it's a simple sleeping bag, light blue and pink, nothing too special

Rem: her corner of the dorm room she stays in is pretty empty with the exception of some books, clothes laying around, and a computer. her bed is shitty, no sheets on metal bedframe with a weighted blanket and like 5 pillows

808: in the back trunk area of a van covered in band posters and alien sighting newspaper clippings on two dog beds

What is their favorite holiday?

Yka: don't have one

c_sharp: christmas but xe only likes it for the spirit

Samie: valentines day

Rem: barrier transition lockdown day, which is an emergency nationwide lockdown day marking the biannual time that the space between dimensions shifts and they all have direct communication with eachother, that she treats like a holiday

808: halloween

What objects do they always carry around with them?

Yka: nothing. literally nothing

c_sharp: pocket knife for self defense hope that goes normal for xer and nothing bad happens

Samie: backback seemingly filled with everything berry could possibly need, gimmick of berry's design to have cute pink versions of literally any item at berrys disposal

Rem: modified walkie-talkie. she talks to several other dimensional characters this way, particularly the nonhuman ones

808: ipod

Characters from Heaven

What is the characters go-to drink order?

LibreVeil: no thing☺

Honoa: cloud froth (fictional)

What is their grooming routine?

characters in heaven do not sleep or wake and do not get clean or dirty

that said if Honoa was human she'd have the patrick bateman skincare routine

Where does their disposable income go?

heaven has no currency

Do they have any scars or tattoos?

no ♡

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

LibreVeil: so. libre is hiding something very serious about herself and its taking a major toll on her emotional health so she cries regularly. she's being contacted, and in fact is the only citizen of heaven capable of being contacted by spirits in hell. this would be taboo in heaven since the two are at war and she'd be accused of being a spy. very sad for her

Honoa: ewww tears gross ewwwwww

Oldest, middle, youngest, or only child?

everyone in heaven is siblings

Describe the shoes they're wearing.

LibreVeil: white metallic sandal-like shoes shaped like vines that snake up around the legs

Honoa: rarely wears shoes in the first place unless traveling

Describe the place where they sleep.

so everyone in heaven sleeps on a floor of the gated part of heaven dedicated entirely to being a bed. its made out of clouds so they all look like those cute little drawings of animals sleeping on clouds

What is their favorite holiday?

heaven has no holidays they think time is a ridiculous invention by people who die, which nobody in heaven is capable of to their knowledge

What objects do they always carry around with them?

LibreVeil: gauntlet that allows her to cast protective shielding magic with like 80 other people. she's frontline during dimensional shifts in case hell invades (they never do) or humans from initial get in (they always do)

Characters from Hell

What is the characters go-to drink order?

no drinks in hell unless you want to start seeing the scary evil skulls

What is their grooming routine?

same rules as heaven

Where does their disposable income go?

same rules as heaven

Do they have any scars or tattoos?

Hasamin: no but he has these permanent orange blush marks on his cheeks. nothing important about them however as he's always had those

Deltrax Vvezranikha: he does have markings sort of like tattoos up his arms legs and neck yeah. again though he's always had those

Cathode: no

PANOPTICO: no

@ KINZ: no they are slime

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

Hasamin: he fake cries all the time in order to get his way but i don't think he has ever legitimately cried before

Deltrax Vvezranikha: he's old enough to recall the separation between heaven and hell, which brought him to tears for a multitude of reasons, mostly guilt for having any responsibility in it (he was close to the person who was accused of starting the whole mess with the spread of their ideology) but also a sense of relief

Cathode: too young to experience true sadness, cried the first time she cut herself on accident

PANOPTICO: was also there during the separation, vividly remembers having to tell someone she loved deeply goodbye as the dimensions walled themselves away from eachother and the memory makes her emotional when the war is brought up

@ KINZ: they were once human and died in a way that sent them across dimensions and landed them in hell. sometimes that happens. they cried in their last living moments because their cause of death was, like, excruciatingly painful

Oldest, middle, youngest, or only child?

same rules as heaven

Describe the shoes they're wearing.

Hasamin: no shoes idiot

Deltrax Vvezranikha: huge plate armor boots that come up to his waist, colored white and blue as is the rest of his outfit. they are heavy as Fuck

Cathode: cute widdle black loafers with little bat wings on the ends

PANOPTICO: she has no shoes her legs fray off into fleshlike spaghetti before the feet would start

@ KINZ: no shoes they are slime

Describe the place where they sleep.

same rules as heaven except everyone sleeps on the floor and they are allowed to have their own corners provided they can make their own walls or curtains and no fights break about about whos spot is where. they do

What is their favorite holiday?

everyones favorite is halloween any time it lands on a dimensional shift because they can come into initial without immediately being recognized as Creatures. very touristy

What objects do they always carry around with them?

Hasamin: his spirit of goodwill :D

Deltrax Vvezranikha: enormous gun. he drags it around with him. he says its for protection but the truth is clear- he thinks it looks cool

Cathode: satchel for collecting items and trinkets aplenty to trade with other item and trinket enthusiasts

PANOPTICO: nothing

@ KINZ: can't even if they wanted to... slime

Characters from Point 4

What is the characters go-to drink order?

Eihazard: robots cannot drink

M!m!a: robots can't drink

Seiris-maximal: ghost robots can't drink either

Lunade: she'd get like a water but then put one of those disgusting flavor packets in there cause she can't drink the water on its own but she's concerned about staying hydrated

//y: girls made out of sentient mercury cannot drink anything but more mercury i guess

Median: dog boys can't drink anything but water anyways

infectious: weird germ girls cannot drink

What is their grooming routine?

Eihazard, M!m!a, Seiris-maximal, //y, infectious: N/A

Lunade: warm bath with bath salts then full body scrub then skincare then nail care then

Median: roll in dirt

Where does their disposable income go?

the economy in most parts of point 4 is in shambles but Lunade's part of town is still intact because they get benefits for their work so she sometimes pays for her friends living expenses

Do they have any scars or tattoos?

no to all except seiris who has a full face "tattoo" she got from touching a meteor and it exploding on her

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

Eihazard, M!m!a, Seiris-maximal: N/A

Lunade: so lunade and her general neighborhood all work in the sky during night time keeping the stars and moons working. one time she got into a play fight and threw a star at someone and it shattered and she felt so bad about it she cried so hard she frew up

//y: not emotional but sometimes it has to cry to get rid of excess mercury buildup

Median: got hit by a car and cried once. he got better

infectious: don't know if she can cry??

Oldest, middle, youngest, or only child?

Eihazard: youngest

M!m!a: oldest

Seiris-maximal: middle

^ all 3 are siblings

Lunade: only

//y: N/A

Median: only

infectious: she has thousands of siblings and will have thousands more she knows none of them and its fine

Describe the shoes they're wearing.

Eihazard: no shoes technically but her feet are colored diffrently in a way that makes it look like shoes

M!m!a: no shoes again but she does have boosters on her feet

Seiris-maximal: long shiny blue boots that come to a point near the knee and at the feet, crosses on the back

Lunade: none

//y: none

Median: sketchers style light up sneakers that glow purple when he stomps

infectious: neon orange mary janes with biohazard symbols on the front, covered slightly by black legwarmers

Describe the place where they sleep.

the robots: so robots don't sleep they just recharge. there are charging stations everywhere in point 4

Lunade: her bed is a hammock sort of thing that hangs from a corner in her room, its made with golden rope and has star decorations hanging from the bottom

//y: doesn't sleep

Median: sometimes sleeps on lunades roof like snoopy

infectious: has never slept a day in her life she doesn't plan to start now

What is their favorite holiday?

they don't have holidays in point 4! time is only measured in years and they're all given unique names. this one is Timbre

What objects do they always carry around with them?

Eihazard: combat is culturally important in point 4 so everyone has to have some way to fight on hand. Eihazard has a spinning blade modified into the pole of an iv bag

M!m!a: double lazer powered gun connected by an energy cable to transfer from gun to gun in case one malfunctions

Seiris-maximal: cross shaped thing that extends into blue light beams (sort of like a lightsaber) that is used sort of like if you tried to use a pickaxe as a weapon

Lunade: star shaped tambourine that is designed to emit a frequency so painful to the ear that it stuns opponents. more for self defense than anything else. robots are immune to this

//y: can't carry anything for similar reasons to @ kinz

Median: his phone. normal

infectious: large solar powered canon set that extends out from her hairclips and latches itsself onto her back. it has a tally count scratched into its side of all of the people she's beaten with it because she's an egomaniac

#shadowposting #ocs #new tag for if i ever mention these fuckers again outside of this post and that poll

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murasakina-plays · 2 years

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So the BSD crossover is delayed, what do we do now? I doubt the devs will tells any new info on dates nor what was their issues. There was a lot of people speculating it might be Yosano being the problem but that isn’t a full confirmation as when she got leaked by the devs in doc’s role reveal no one complained in China. Another rumor I heard before the delay was announced was that Dazai’s price package was ridiculous and everyone was complaining about it yet devs didn’t care either so what’s really happening anyway? Like the Junji Ito one for what I remember it wasn’t that horribly delayed and the devs acted before releasing Part 2 or am I mistaken? I just know it wasn’t that long for a single skin since I remember seeing both Picture Woman and Tomie coming together already.

If any IDV player or BSD fan sees this please let’s start a discussion on this as a way to pass time for the crossover! Whether about the series or the game BSD is trying to collab with can be both interesting to discuss. Besides I’m a little bored…

Just nothing like false information as the ppl who said the Yosano situation was confirmed isn’t really 100% confirmed yet as the devs would announce this to the whole community as to why it was delayed, not to a single server or region.

I really hope with the time they take, they should reconsider on some things on the crossover other than Yosano, like their Dazai package being too expensive for other regions who had the price go higher due to apple’s policies and I believe the discount they added for the pack is too expensive still in my opinion. In my country, the package is literally 60+ dollars and the skin itself is 58 so it’s not much of a change…

The rng for the essences is also bad and I say this by own experience on crossover essences, they said you won’t get repeats after getting one said A skin for the first time but I got double Chiakis and Nagitos but never got Mikan on the second DR essence. It’s a god damn scam, the same happened when I got L, before him I got Light twice in the same essence. For P5, I guess it’s fair to unfair because I got 3 makotos and 2 Harus before getting Futaba but I never got Akechi which I really wanted. They should make crossovers more player friendly for both new players and veterans :/

Would be cool if they made Dazai frags too like the Junji Ito skins and Edward Scissorhands, just keep the pack echoes only for the whales or people who can’t save frags, they would still receive a ton of money from their essences anyways, mainly crossover ones where people have to spend 500 dollars or more for 1 S skin and if the player wants, upgrade the Atsushi accessory into S rarity with Echoes which it’s the only way to get it S tier anyway, it’s 760 echoes which is around 10-25 dollars which in my opinion it’s still dumb how a small acc costs to upgrade. And don’t give me excuses about they also need to earn money and the author too but the BSD author has a game itself that is big on Japan and is winning tons specially with S4 out there plus IDV already earns tons with other crossovers and in the past 3 years, releasing echo only skins which costs real money and worst part is limited to certain period while some are unknown of its return. Some people I have seen struggled to get 1 S skin for 2000 or so because they know the player is a whale based on previous purchases or their YouTube status, I’m just amazed how no one decides to fight against this whole scam as for me a echo pack of 29.99 with taxes is only with 20 pulls while other games with the same pricing would give you better pulls around 40-80 pulls specially with first purchase bonuses resets, idv never had bonus reset because they will always give the bonus but you will barely get 20 pulls and even less an A skin in shop if you aren’t a NGP member.

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one complaining about these things with reason. Then people throw hate at me for trying to help this game get better, no wonder this game is aimed to kids at some things. Because it’s very tame compared with a mature audience who fight against this abuse. But then again adults I meet in this game are just as childish for even having an opinion or point out a truth about the game that’s in their face. This is why I often get so off mood when I log into the game that I used to enjoy back in 2018.

#identity v #youtube #idv #gaming #youtuber #bungou gay dogs #bsd #crossover

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 2 years

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Do you think Taehyung and jungkook are as close as they seem?

It would never occur to me to say that they aren't close. People who've been friends for ten years and have shared as many important experiences as they have, it's inevitable to be close. I think it would actually take effort to not be close.

You'd see Jungkook leaning his head on Hoseok's or Jin's shoulder because he's sleepy or tired, and nobody questions if he's close to them or not. A similar moment he had with Jimin years ago was even the reason a lot started shipping jikook and seeing "intimacy" between them. So I take it at face value and as a sign of him being close to Taehyung when he does it with Taehyung as well.

Everyone has a different definition of closeness, too. I personally cannot fathom two men their age being as physically affectionate with each other as taekook are, to find out they don't like and love each other. It's why the formality and seriousness of the ITS talk has always been confusing to me, and I don't care that much anymore, but it was troubling to put it some way, and it irrevocably changed what I thought of Jungkook.

I'm talking about cuddling on award shows with millions watching, back hug and leaning on shoulder, sitting on lap, all of that happened before the conversation; the night right after the conversation Taehyung went and got into Jungkook's bed and slept with him for a while, too. Try and find me two men their age who aren't close or don't want to be close do that. No man would allow another guy getting into his bed like that if they aren't close or they don't like each other.

For some people, being close to someone refers only to emotional attachment. For others, it's more about physical engagements. For others, both emotional involvement AND physical, tangible acts of affection have to go hand in hand.

A lot of people (jikookers) claim taekook aren't close because they don't spend time together off camera, or because they don't seem to keep up with what the other is doing, or because they don't show up for each other's birthdays.

On that same line of thought, think about Jin and Jungkook, and vmin too while we're at it. You have Jin and JK who are touching literally all the time. You put them next to each other and they will be touching. But they never talk seriously. They've never mentioned getting together and hanging out and just having conversations, yet nobody doubts that they're close; in fact, they're probably one of the most like duos by army. I remember in 2019 there was a poll in one of those pages like koreaboo and Jinkook won as the closest members. Based on what? It's 2022 and Jin and JK didn't have each other's numbers for months, but people see them hugging and they forget all of that. And it's valid. I understand that they forget and I even agree. I forget too.

Something very similar happens with taekook, because them being physically close and affectionate and sweet are the only things we can see and know, and it's somehow a quantitative variable. It's something tangible, something that people see and understand. When people say that body expression makes up for whatever % of communication, they're not lying. Body language CAN be deceiving and misinterpreted and it shouldn't make or break anything, but try and find me one, just ONE person in the world who sees a hug and thinks "they aren't close". If you find one person who sees two people hugging and thinks they must be enemies, I'll literally give you all my life savings (like 10 dollars). Skinship might not be the only parameter to gauge relationships or the only answer, but it's not like it means nothing. For anyone who's been born and raised on this Earth, affectionate touches do mean something.

Then there's vmin, too. I don't remember Taehyung being there for any of Jimin's birthdays. I don't remember Jimin being there for Taehyung's birthdays. But they're soulmates, right? You'd be close to getting stoned if you said they aren't bffs. They don't hang out off schedule, either. They aren't even that touchy with each other. So with vmin you don't have that much skinship, or seeing each other off work, or going to birthdays. Just days ago I saw a tweet from a jikooker, it had a couple thousands of likes, and they said something about vmin threatening jikook. But they're also one of those people that was like "Taehyung wasn't there for Jungkook's birthday".

There's yoonmin, too. They don't hang out together off work, never been with each other for their birthdays, they have 0 skinship, literally zero, and yet they're one of the indisputable closest people in the group, according to the General Population of Army.

I think people look for patterns and think they see patterns when there aren't, or rather, they're not that significant and they don't present conclusive facts about any relationship in BTS.

I've never known of one single time Jungkook was there for Jimin's birthday, yet Jimin was there for a lot of his. We just assume that it's mutual and JK shows up for Jimin because this type of back and forth is what any of us is used to in healthy friendships, but if we're talking facts, there's nothing about JK ever showing up at Jimin's for his birthdays.

And while we're at the topic of birthdays and hanging out together off schedule, I think that's mostly a personality thing. 2seok, namseok jihope, we've known of all them hanging out publicly or even meeting and drinking together at home, I've lost count of the times Namjoon said he'd meet Jimin late at night just this year. It's like the common denominator for meeting with people it's Hoseok, and maybe Jimin; the common denominator for not meeting are Taehyung, and yoongi.

I still remember festa 2020 Hoseok's voice going some octaves higher when he was telling them about yoongi asking him to hang out because he just couldn't believe yoongi did that. But sope this sope that, right?

I'm Jimin's same age and I don't see myself being intimately affectionate or even putting myself in a "vulnerable" position with someone I don't trust or I'm close with. I care deeply for the people I care about, and I've maintained deep, important friendships with the same people for most of my life. Otherwise, I'm honestly quite indifferent to people.

But maybe Jungkook and Taehyung don't need years of knowing and talking with someone to feel close to them. Maybe it's easy for them to be affectionate and "vulnerable" (in a way) with each other. JK was friends with Mijoo for no more than a couple of months and they seemed like they got close in short time, so I believe physical affection is probably the way he shows he's close to someone.

If JK "pushes" songdeuk's hand away is because he's being a boyfriend, if Jimin takes the role of comforting JK he's being a boyfriend, but when Jimin touched JK's head last live, Taehyung just made Jimin remove his hand, so what do we do with that information. I guess that's Taehyung being a boyfriend, then. Not to mention that it's not the first time Jimin has to step aside or look away so tk can have their moment, because it's been happening since late 2019.

So, again it's a matter of patterns about their personal private lives, which we know nothing of, that people seem to pick up on, and I understand what they see, but ultimately I don't think they mean much. I think it's mostly all just circumstantial or simply their personalities. I do see taekook acting like friends, all the time, literally all the time. And if they're not actually close, but they make it seem so, then what does that mean?

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csmeaner · 2 years

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Design shitting: Weird Object Chams That Are Completely Unuseable As Characters edition

Yeah the title explains itself. I really can’t imagine anyone doing anything with these things aside from extremely generic drawings

This design is actually kind of neat in my opinion…but it’s a decorative item for your TH, not a character.

all that extra detail bullshit too it’s more of a moving terrarium than a cham i bet it’s personality is caring about the stupid frogs in its ass it’s cute but i just know it costs upwards of 400 dollars despite being made of dirt. it’s cute but the fact knowing it’s a cham with rare traits just ruins it the hell is it supposed to even do just sit there really

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham4111-851130529

These on the other hand don’t even look good. Literally just bells with cham noses and shitty looking curls slapped on

they’re not only hideous but there’s two of them and it’s definitely some hivemind bullshit meaning you need to draw both of them all the damn time. they’re items. they’re items with the bare minimum cham shit tacked on they’re even less than the moving objects from Beauty and the Beast the hell type of bells are they even one has a fucking crown of thorns also not to go on but the metal rendering isn’t even that good or pleasing to look at

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham5763-916627461

I like the idea of a chess themed cham but this ain’t it. Also rather lazy as a design (designs?) overall. Once again, what would you do with these?

love nothing more than a cham that is just a literal item with nothing else. and that it’s fucking copy and pasted so it’s even lazier. they’re solid colors too with no eyes or horns and yet i remember people pissing themselves trying to get them because they were from the gacha. it’s just fucking lazy and thoughtlessly lazy too.

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham5402-901288265

Seeing as it has been traded at an average rate of over once per month, this thing is literally just trade fodder. Looks kinda cute but people seem to agree that you can’t do anything with it

they like the idea of having an unknown but don’t like the idea of having to draw all that shit inside or even know what the fuck it’s supposed to be. as if a cham without any normal way to express itself makes for a poor character. even redesigning it is pointless since the problem is its base core concept of having no fucking face and being entirely container filled with green shit

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham5399-901327741

In addition to not being a character, this thing is also COMPLETE ASS TO DRAW love that love that

not even the artist tried to draw it well those words are random squiggles on a shitty paper texture. definitely doesn’t look like a cham looks like bullshit or the quirky sidekick it’s almost insulting how many ‘traits’ this thing has just to justify it being a goddamn scroll

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham5339-892675492

Some elements of this design might work as part of a different design. Certainly not here tho. Why is there a random axe??

so it’s... a furnace thing? that’s it. if it were a one-off it wouldn’t even go for 10 bucks i bet but because it’s a cham it’s on dreamie lists i bet

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham5302-896318531

You can tell the designers were running out of ideas for the gatcha. Also mostly trade fodder before being left with the same owner for the past 2 years. Doubt it gets much use tho

i hate these designs the most where it’s literally just an item matched one to one as a species. there’s no thought placed into it no consideration no shits given once its sold. shit like this would never get sold if it wasn’t a closed species adopt and designs like these are entirely for trade fodder because just fucking look at it it’s just a novelty but once that wears off what the fuck do you have. a cham that resembles a spray bottle. fucking amazing.

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham2995-812205441

Holy shit its lightning mcqueen. Loving the slapped on nose horn btw

nose horns entirely optional i guess. this is not only a lazily designed cham but it’s also ugly and doesn’t make sense even if it were a transformer because none of its parts look like they fold into each other. it’s just fucking red with a wheel on its joints the wheels aren’t even detailed

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham2364-801174108

A whole new take on anthro planes

where’s the fucking swirl this isn’t even a cham i refuse it. this is so fucking stupid what is it’s name ace and it has fun flying

https://www.deviantart.com/chimereonmasterlist/art/Cham2189-794238847

#chimereons #design shitting

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orowyrm · 2 years

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I'm honestly surprised by the shear quantity and intensity of bad interactions you have had with customers. Working retail is real bad about that kind of stuff all around and I've had bad situations while I worked at dollar general but it was never that bad. It's probably because I didn't work there all that long and its a dollar store aimed at the lowest possible income brackets in a poor and rural town and the people that shop there are tired and exasperated and generally do not give a shit while the people that buy stuff from petco tend to be middle class and entitled little bitches as a result but it still just shocks me. The worst encounters I've had have been like 40 year old people mad that I'm carding them for cigarettes because it's store policy or people who made perverted jokes about my tits; not people screaming because they want to fuck over the local ecosystem and you wont let them.

i feel like animal retail specifically is bottom of the fucking barrel because like, 9/10 times the people coming in to buy a pet from a chain store dont even really view the animals as living things so much as decorations or toys, so when they realize the animal requires effort to care for, they get pissed because its a combo of 'i dont like that im being corrected, so im going to take it personally and get defensive' and 'how DARE you tell me 'no,' im a CUSTOMER. im supposed to be GOD' . that combined with the general expectations people have for retail employees to be doormats who will give them whatever they want if they make a scene, these types of people really just dont know how to handle someone telling them 'no, i won't sell you this animal because you aren't going to take care of it' and not budging and then management backing them up because they dont expect to be in an environment where the 'merchandise' are living breathing creatures and the staff treat them as such. its a recipe for some of the worlds most unhinged customer breakdowns ive ever experienced. id gladly take the old regular at the grocery store my sibling works at who used to put hexes on people who didnt double bag her shit without her asking over any of these wackos any day of the week

which is really a long winded way of saying it attracts all the worst types of entitled people. its always the "i know more than you, stupid petco employee, youre beneath me. thats why im not listening to you when you tell me i cant put a clownfish in a bowl. i saw a guy on tiktok do it once" or the "how DARE you tell me i cant buy a chameleon for my toddler and keep it in a plastic critter keeper. little timmy wants a lizard and i need to get him one so he can shut up about it!! no i dont know anything about caring for it. no i had no idea it cant be handled. no i didnt realize itll have a such-and-such-year lifespan. i figure he'll get bored of it in a couple weeks and then ill either return it or give it away, if it even survives that long. what do you mean you wont give it to me since i just said id let it die??? i want to speak to your MANAGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" or god forbid, an unholy combination of the two. like the guy who tried to complain to the GM that i wouldnt sell him any goldfish even though he "knew what he was doing, he works at an aquarium for fucks sake, he knows hes capable of nursing them back to health, these fish want to LIVE i want to save them". the reason i wouldnt sell the goldfish? our entire system had a really nasty case of fish lice and the tanks were clearly marked as being 'not for sale' at the time cuz theyre all being quarantined and medicated. i couldnt have sold them even if i wanted to, theyre literally being actively treated for parasites. his daughter literally dragged him out of the store cuz she got so embarrassed that he wouldnt take no for an answer. to this day that one baffles me so hard. thats like walking up to a dog breeder and saying "hey, i heard you had a litter that got ringworm. i wanna buy one. i obviously know more about treating it than you do, i uhhh work for a vet. i just want to save a life!!! why wont you give me this obviously sick highly contagious animal that youre already in the middle of actively treating!!!!!!!!!!! i am going to try and get you fired about this."

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circethegoblin · 3 years

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STAYING ALIVE MASTERPOST, FROM A BROKE TEEN WITH ADHD

here you go. some down to earth tips on how to not die metally nor physically.

tired of those "drink three liters of water everyday uwu" and "wake up at 5 am" and "buy a bath bomb and a fec mask and some other things you don't have the money for" shit? i'm here for ya.

1. NOT DYING

eat at least three meals a day, one of which m u s t be warm and above 300 kcal (it can be istant ramen with an egg added if you have to)

you technically should shower everyday, but we know how it is. A change of clothes is sometimes enough.

DRY SHAMPOO AND BABY WIPES!!!

keep bottles with water everywhere. On your desk, near that spot on the floor you always end up sitting on, near your bed, basically whenever you know you spend a lot of time. No need to get up and go to the kitchen will help. Obviously change the water in the bottles as often as you can.

Get some form of physical activity. It doesn't have to be much, you can for example replace scrolling on tiktok by walking around your room and scrolling on tiktok! Brilliant, isn't it? Obviously, running or doing those 10 minutes workouts from youtube is better, but you are still getting like an hour of walking.

Buy blankets. Steal blankets. Summon blankets from other dimensions. Just make sure you have a lot of warm, soft blankets in your house. You will thank me when you won't have the anergy to wash your sheets (just take them off and throw some blankets on your bed), or when the power goes out.

If you have pets, ALWAYS keep spare food that'll last for a week for them.

things to always have in the kitchen: milk, eggs, flour, rice, pasta, yeast, cheese, oil, a leafy vegetable, onions, tomatoes, apples, patatoes, some flavourful sauce, sugar, salt, spices and an emergency chocolate bar. You can make a lot of food with those. Just make sure you won't eat the chocolate too fast.

Have a lot of spare batteries. A lot.

Get urself a flashlight, a lighter, and a pocket knife.

Remember the apples? eat one a day. if you don't like apples or you can't eat them for any other reason, you can take a kiwi, banana, orange, basically something that will give you vitamins and non processed sugar.

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

drugs from that one guy around the corner = very bad time

2. NOT DYING INSIDE

Open the damn window.

Don't watch so many commentary videos. You are probably not even checking the sources, so you can easily make unjust judgement, and like. did you even hear of half of those people before?

make a discord server just for yourself. get into the habit of writing little things that happened to you there. rant about the fanfics you read. or the movies. vent there if you don't have anyone you can vent to. write your ideas there, write e v e r y t h i n g. make a section for passwords, for quick ideas, for your to do lists. you won't lose it as you do with sticky notes or notebooks. there is no risk anyone will see it. oh, and when you'll have a strong impulse to tell emily that you hate her? write that message in your private server and list all ur arguments. look at tat the next day and decide if you really mean that.

life sucks. come to peace with it.

cuddle ur pets if you have them

1 hour a day without a lot of sensory input. if you have to, reduce to half an hour.

if you find yourself scrolling endlessly through social media, make sure it's pintrest (just don't compare urself to the people here; if you have issues with that, tumblr may be better)

delete. twitter. from. your. phone.

influencers are lying to you; maybe not even intentionally. remember when you were watching that cute-aesthetic-productive morning routine, and you were wondering why your life isn't that pretty? why your room is a mess? why you cannot for the life of god be aesthetic 24/7? its the filter. don't worry about it, their lifes arent that nice either.

realize there's actually nothing stopping you from screaming as loud as you can right now. like there is no physical barrier. think about it. realize there's no actual physical barierr to many other things.

your body is your body. you can decide how it looks like; just remember it's in your greatest interest to keep it healthy.

3. BEING A LITTLE BETTER THAN JUST ALIVE

If you wear make up, take it off before you go to sleep.

moisturize your body; everything is better when your skin doesn't feel dry

have a one brand of cosmetics that you love and buy things mainly from it. they often have sets of products that complete each other. i like ziaja. it's a polish brand, it's surprisingly cheap and has nice quality

cleanser, moisturizer, face mist

of you can, change your sheets once every two weeks

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

do a deep house clean once a month (don't beat yourself up when you don't tho)

keep your workspace organized (it doesn't have to look organized to other people, remember)

sunscreen

cook your own food

keep a calendar

no money for scented candles? got ya. make a simmer pot: throw some apple peel, a couple of cinnamon sticks and whatever spices that smell good you have into a pot, add some water and simmer. boom. your house smells good, and you haven't spend 20 dollars.

If you really like candles, buy scented wax melts. it's cheaper.

Buy urself scented mists. they're pretty cheap and will make you feel A LOT better.

keep your clothes clean. if you aren't sure if that shirt thats on your chair is dirty or not, throw it in the washing mashine anyway. better be sure.

if you can, make your bed right when you get up

wear clothes that make you feel good. put some effort into your outfits. really.

4. OTHER PEOPLE

be nice to essential workers.

if you have money, give tips.

remember, you do not owe anyone love; it is not something you can force. even if they saved your life. even when they helped you in your darkest time. if you don't love them, you don't.

you don't have to be in a romantic relationship to be happy.

if you want to, date! date everyone! date girls, date boys, date nonbinary people! date people completly different than you, date people from different countries, date them!!! just make sure they're kind and won't kill you. even if you don't end up in a relationship, you can learn a lot.

don't be afraid to piss off people that deserve it

smile to strangers :)

5. NOT FAILING SCHOOL

heard of dark academia? check it out

romanticize the heck out of studying

do not let your studying be just reading the same partagraph over and over again. it won't work. believe me.

seterra for geography, quizlet for everything else

try to make yourself intrestet in whatever you are studying (watch veritasium, listen to podcasts about weird history facts)

notes are for you and you only; don't worry about them looking pretty. doodle on margins, make weird metaphors, squeeze in as much info as you can.

when you're studying, listen to music without words/in a language you don't understand.

chew gum while you study

get the forest app, get attached to the trees, focus.

don't feel guilty for taking breaks

grades aren't everything, but they are important.

eat something in school

don't just use the cheapest pens. invest a couple dollars in something that will make writing enjoyable and smooth

those study with me videos? they're great

if you like to argue with the teachers, take care of your grades becouse. they may not like you afterwards.

be nice to your classmates and help them with homework. if you don't do your homework they'll help you

executive dysfunction won't let you study? been there. sometimes it's better to wake up ealier tommorow and do that homework then.

don't feel guilty for failing a test

go to the goddamn class

don't pull all nighters oh my god don't especially on weekdays

6. OTHER LIFEHACKS

don't get involved in the crime, and if you do always have a believable explanation why you were doing it

have different alarm sounds for every day of the week

set a daily limit of money that you spend

great hobbies that don't require a lot of money; urban exploration, writing, hiking and learning other languages

thrift stores

don't eat grapefruits while on meds

nail polish removers dissolve most strong glues.

if you have a cut on your skin, desinfect it. do it. please just do it.

always have pads with you. even if you don't get periods, at least one of your friends probably does

#life hacks #life #not dying #staying alive #no one will see this #who cares though

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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12 Anti LO Asks

1. arent some of the copies of that lo book upwards of $40 dollars if not more? like bare minimum ive seen it at least $20 even for the paperback but it goes way up for the hardcovers (tho the second vol already had a pretty massive markdown by what i saw on amazon which was ... weird). wt readers flip out over paying a few cents for fast pass, why would they buy the same thing they already read for free for a much higher price thats not even formatted correctly and kept all the typos?

2. i swear LO is making me into a pearl clutching nun. I get its trying to be ~pro sexuality~ or whatever but its so hamfisted in trying to do so and everyone and everything is so horny for??? reasons?? like no one talks or acts like this.

3. the way rachel "designs" characters deadass looks like how NFTs work. she just uses the same template and changes one or two things and calls its unique.

4. Does anyone know a comic where Persephone ACTUALLY chooses to go to the Underworld? Because LO and Ficlets still has her be kidnapped and Punderworld has it just be an accident she ended up there.

5. i think whats annoying me too about all these flashbacks is that im not sure whats actually true?? which i think is maybe the point but even when we see it from h or p's POV it comes across as the worst option? like helios' version actually made persephone look better than reality, hermes' flashback gave her personality and set their relationship better, meanwhile we get it from hxp and hades is just a neglectful ass to a literal child meanwhile persephone just looks like an idiot? like?? 💀

6. The biggest thing to me is these ancient stories don't belong to us, and modern "retellings" are not the "natural progression" of mythology, it's just people taking known stories and more often than not just making fanfic with the creator's biases. LO is allowed to exist, but Rachel is not "keeping the mythology alive" or "adding to the canon" as her fans claim. LO doesn't even fit a loose retelling, and it is not nor will ever be as legitimate as the actual texts. Sorry to be harsh but 🤷🏿

7. The way my skin crawled at the Niobe part… that’s so dumb if RS wants to portray Artemis as good and Apollo as bad why would you choose that myth like 😭 “hey Artemis only killed 6 instead of 7 like her awful brother” how does that even make sense??? Also ofc cutting so much of the original myth like-

From OP: Yeah, it doesn’t even make sense because we hear Leto is a sun goddess in LO but not the goddess of motherhood.

8. i dont get why all of a sudden now persephone wants to be queen? off of what? first its set up on she had goals to get her degree and have freedom, but now she just wants to be his wife? why? second, even her idea of making elysium is just her trying to relive her own guilt, not that she actually cares about the dead. her motives are out of nowhere and purely selfish, which the latter would be fine if LO didnt set up one set of goals but drop them to be hades' wife instead with no reasoning.

9. i think the biggest issue with this trial plot line is one) so dragged out, who cares, but two: hades is both leading up and during this whole thing has been so cartoonishly awful that i dont even care if he points out something right. a broken clock is also right twice a day, but that doesnt mean it still isnt broken. not to mention its very easy to make him look "right" when rachel purposely makes everyone else so irrational/wrong that he looks correct in comparison. that isnt a win, actually.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

10. FP SPOILERS// Hades basically tells Persephone that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger in reaction to learning about her sexual assault and that really rubs me the wrong way because that kind of trauma doesn't make a person stronger, it damages you and as you heal you become stronger in spite of what happened so idk that whole diamond pep talk just irked me idk if anyone else feels the same way

11. Fp) Helios (thought it was Hera at first lol) she gives you HOMEMADE birthday cards as a bribe each year how dare you report a homicide she committed... Of course now we will get to know the real story is completely different and Perse is an angel who allowed those poor mortals to duebabd Minthe co. are such a horrible people for lying. She can't do anything wrong. Also, seriously? Russell? Such a Greek sounding name again.

12. I shouldn't be as annoyed as I am that episode 184 was basically more pointless stalling, it's honestly just a trend at this point. Is it bad that I actually laughed when Helios told Persephone that her birthday cards ain't shit? The way she actually tried to guilt-trip him for reporting her murdering people by saying "bUt I mAdE you Birthday Cards!!11" and him njust not having that shit. Beautiful. Also, as much as I was never a fan of Smythe's demonizing of Apollo, I'm not sure I like the direction she seems to go in now, namely the implication that Apollo's predatory behavior is really all Leto's fault because she encouraged it. It's yet another female character Smythe villainized just so Persephone could be the most perfect woman of them all in contrast to all these manipulative harpys on Olympus.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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William Cobb is a total asshat and I hate him, thanks, BUT I will admit there’s a particular AU that’s been dancing around my Brain Cave for a few years that’s like.....hmmm.

Okay, so he’s a full on douchebag, but imagine if he was a full on douchebag who in this AU did still have an actual soft spot for family instead of drinking the Kool-Aid and thinking like ‘being the 1%’s elite murder moppet is actually the greatest honor I could ever hope for myself or any descendant of mine’ he’s like.....not awful about the subject of family and is like ‘well I’M a terrible person, but I will fight for my family’s right to choose to not be a terrible person, because like, they’re family, and its their life to fuck up if they want to be all weird about it or whatever.’

So BASICALLY, what I’m getting at is like, so, the Court was all into nabbing the Gray Son after Dick’s parents died, and William Cobb for once in his miserable existence experienced like, actual Internal Conflict about this because he’s like oh nooooo, but my great grandson is so cute actually and I can speak with some authority to the fact that if the Court gets their hands or requisite-Talons-pun on him, that like.....will not last long.

But then he breathes an undead sigh of relief or whatever the equivalent for him is when Bruce Wayne, one of the most powerful figures in the city, powerful enough for the Court to be wary about picking a fight with him, like, randomly swoops in and makes with the adopting of said great grandson.

And the Court’s like, ugh, what is this feeling of being denied something we want simply because we think we should have it? Do Not Like, 10/10 would absolutely NOT recommend, except to mortal enemies we hate. But whatever. I GUESS Bruce Wayne can keep the brat, but only because we simply don’t care enough to make a big deal about it and definitely not because we’re intimidated by his own power and family prestige. Cuz we’re totally not. We’re not! Shut up.

BUT.

THEN.

YEARS LATER.

The Court is engaged in active conflict with the Batfamily, and his Internal Conflict appeased and years behind him, Cobb’s like, all into the fight and giving it his all, until Something Plot Contrivey happens to unmask Nightwing and Cobb’s like. Oh shit. That’s my great grandson. CURSE YOU, SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE RESURGENCE OF INTERNAL CONFLICT! NOBODY FUCKING ASKED, JEEZ.

And Dick’s just like.....uh, what’s happening right now? I feel like I’m missing context. Can a bitch get an MLA citation here or something?

All of this culminating in Cobb maybe not HELPING the Batfam demolish the Court but perhaps at least oh so conveniently not NOT helping when the Batfam delivers a metaphorical death blow to the Court O’Assholes. Like, the Grandmaster dipshit calls him on his celly to be like COBB! THE COURT HAS BEEN BREACHED! COME DEFEND YOUR MASTERS and Cobb’s like bzzrt....click....whrrrr....sorry going through a tunnel can’t hear you oh no dropped my phone in the sewers, signal lost, much regret.

And he just happens to arrive to the fight too late to change the outcome and he’s like oh dang, did I miss it? Shucks, I KNEW I shouldn’t have taken the freeway. My bad, guys. This one’s on me.

Because of Plot Contrivancey then, by this point the Batfam knows who this dude is and they let him go with a shovel talk like we still know about all the murder, FYI, and we’re doing this for Dick’s sake not yours, so you better not do ANY murder from here on out or its on sight.

And Cobb’s like okay first off, you’re not the fucking boss of me, but secondly, like, eh, whatever. I’m fucking old. I can retire. Its fine.

BUT because being a lying liar who lies about just kicking back and taking it easy and having hobbies is literally encoded into the Grayson DNA, he fucking lies like a lying liar who lies, and after trying to pick up fly fishing for like, two whole hours before calling it quits, he decides to devote his undead golden years to stalking his great-grandson like the creepiest guardian angel that literally nobody ever asked for. Dick included.

Dick keeps trying to like, Old Yeller this situation and is like GO HOME! You GO home now! Go on! But Cobb’s just not having it and he accidentally kills another up-and-coming Rogue who sets his sights on Nightwing. Great-Grandson and Great-Grandpa engage in heated stare-off, Battle of The Wills. Batman arrives and clears his throat menacingly. Cobb’s like oh no I’m so scared, I would totally be sweating right now if I weren’t physiologically incapable of sweating and oh yeah DYING.

And then its Cobb and Bruce engaging in the Battle of the Wills: Grudge Match edition, because they’re both glaring each other down while thinking the identical thoughts of “ugh the literal worst person in the world made one point and one point only and that’s that we must protect this mutually loved person at all costs and taking each other down would ultimately only deprive said loved one of a protector who could like, be key in protecting him from some future Murder Demise or whatnot” which segues neatly into both Bruce and Cobb shaking their fists at the sky and being all CURSE YOU, SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE RESURGENCE OF INTERNAL CONFLICT! NOBODY FUCKING ASKED, JEEZ.

And Dick’s like, okay I can see you’re both very busy right now and this is no longer about me really so I’m just gonna leave you to it and go get ice cream with Damian. I’ll check back in a couple of hours to see if either of you has blinked yet, I guess? Idk. Whatever. You guys do you.

“My family is so fucking weird,” he grumbles under his breath as he walks off into the sunset. His siblings apparate into his presence, mouths open and ready to argue the comparative greater weirdness of their grafted branch of the Wayne family tree and he’s just like first person to bust out a flow-chart isn’t getting any ice cream, FYI, but because they’re all the kids of a billionaire who can be counted on to give them some spending money of a few hundred or so with just a puppy eyes look and a “why yes, Bruce, a hundred dollars IS the price of one banana,” like, they are not actually phased by this threat and it all swiftly devolves into ‘Whose Relatives Are Like, The WORST Worst’ competition that nobody will ever win, not that that actually matters.

Its like, the Wayne Family Forever War. Just family tradition at this point. You get it.

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inskz · 4 years

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lucky charm - lee minho

pairing - lee minho x reader

genre - college!au, best friends to lovers, very cliche fluff (lucky girl starring lindsey lohan kinda vibes???)

words - 4k

note - this is just a cute little drabble i wrote while im still waiting for my covid test results to come back so that i can leave my room and see the sun again 🤪 pls be careful everybody take care of your health 💚 enjoy!!!

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“You must be kidding me,” you sigh when you see Minho’s hand has turned into a fist, his rock crushing miserably your scissors. Once again, you lost at rock, paper, scissors. And once again, you’re the one that is going to wash your best friend’s dishes that have piled up in is tiny kitchen sink throughout the week.

“Fuck that. This is so unfair,” you grumble, throwing the dishtowel in Minho’s stupid yet perfectly chiseled face.

You make a beeline for his bed, which is actually only a few steps away from the kitchen. Being a broke college student definitely doesn’t allow him to rent a spacious studio, let alone a two-room apartment. You throw yourself headfirst onto his uncomfortable mattress, whose springs always poke your back at night.

“Life is so unfair,” your friend mocks you, dragging out every vowel of his sentence dramatically.

No doubt, you would be strangling him at that very moment if you weren’t so busy playing dead, hoping he would forget about your pitiful existence.

But there is no way mister Lee Minho would miss out on an opportunity to have his gross plates cleaned by someone else. Grabbing onto your ankle, he drags you out of bed until you plop down on the dirty carpeted floor (Minho has the unfortunate tendency to procrastinate vacuuming too). At this point, you are fake crying, throwing a literal tantrum, like a 6 years old child would.

“Life is unfair!” you yell, your feet kicking in the air in pure anger.

At least it is to you. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been lucky. The only instance you got remotely close to it was when you found a four-leaf clover last summer. Well, only if you disregard the fact you stepped into dog poop on your way to picking it. Oh and that you were wearing brand new white Converse.

On the other hand, it seems like the boy has the whole crew of the Olympus gods on his side. Not one day goes by without his guardian angel manifesting its presence.

Minho has always been the lucky type. The type to get an extra nugget in his box of 10. To find 20 dollars bills on the ground. To win every single Instagram giveaway he participates to (and lord knows how much he likes participating to them).

But how can you be mad at him when he always happily shares his food with you, invites you to the restaurant without you even asking, and gives you his prizes, pretending he doesn’t need them? You don’t believe him when he says he see no use in a panda onesie or a waterproof bluetooth speaker. Deep down, you know it’s his way to silently love you.

But well, you can still blame him for occasionally taking advantage of your misfortune to make you do his dreaded house chores, just like right now.

Everyone thinks you are a bizarre duo. Even you can’t fathom how in hell you two became best friends, considering how awfully your first encounter went three years ago.

On orientation day, he asked you for the time, probably because his phone was dead (or maybe because he was dying to talk to you?)

Without hesitation, you lifted and rotated your wrist so that you could see your watch. Little did you remember; you never actually owned a watch and you were holding a fancy 7 dollars iced coffee, which, of course, did not have a lid on because plastic is bad for the environment (duh).

Minho couldn’t help but burst out in hysterical laughter when the whole drink spilled on your jeans. For your defense, you didn’t sleep at all the night before since you were terrified of being alone in your new dorm room the first few days (weird stuff happens all the time in dorms, okay?). If he had asked you for your name, you probably wouldn’t even have been able to tell him.

But Minho thought you were the funniest person on campus, and he really needed a clown like you to entertain him throughout his endless college semesters. That’s what he told you anyways. Not that he thought you were the cutest human being he had ever seen.

Why would he when you are the literal definition of a mess: always having toothpaste stains on your sweater, bags under your eyes, messy hair, tripping and falling, missing buses, breaking things, losing stuff.

Most of the time, you just forget your keys and Minho lets you crash at his place since he hasn’t got any roommate and he isn’t used to sleeping alone, especially without his cats. It surely isn’t because he loves waking up next to a very groggy but adorable you every single morning, no.

Minho manages to bring you back to the countertop despite your reluctance. Positioned behind you, his arms trapping your body to make sure you can’t run away from your duties, he dips your hands into the soapy water, and you can’t help but squirm at the touch of an unknown substance sticking to a plate that has probably been soaking here for a week. You despise doing the dishes and your friend knows it.

You hear him giggle in your ear while he is playing with your arms like you are some type of marionette, making you to take the sponge and squeeze dish soap onto it.

You’ve never been the kind to like proximity nor seemed to be Minho, but for some reason, you always end up glued to each other. You hate public displays of attention and pet names a little less when it comes from him. Or maybe you don’t hate it at all and actually crave it every single minute that goes by.

Before he has the time to come up with the Machiavellian idea to soak your pajamas in dirty water (because you know he would inevitably have at some point), you yank his hands off of you and start scrubbing angrily the dirty cups.

Minho stays behind you anyways, observing your every move, his chin propped up on your shoulder like a curious little bird. To be honest, his presence is kind of getting overwhelming. But whatever, it’s not like his slightest touch makes your heart warm up in comfort or that he smells like fresh linen drying out on the porch of a cottage house on a sunny Sunday morning or anything.

“You missed a spot. Here” he murmurs teasingly, his lips almost touching your earlobe, while he points at the handle of his hideous ‘world’s greatest dad’ mug Jisung gifted him last christmas.

You know he has noticed the way you shivered violently at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin because he starts snickering loudly.

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up and go seat on the couch, I’ll slap you so hard with this spatula you’ll regret you were even born,” you say, turning around suddenly to menace him with the plastic utensil.

Of course, he isn’t afraid one bit. Right now, you really wish you could make the smug, but oh so attractive, look on his face disappear.

“Alright, ma’am” he laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll let you do your thing”. He lets himself fall onto his dingy couch.

You can hear him humming one of his favorite songs above the sound of the water running. It would probably be getting on your nerves if his voice wasn’t so pretty.

“Chan’s sick, so we’re not going to the gym tomorrow night. Do you wanna eat tacos? El Huero has even better deals than usual” he asks you, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

“Aren’t the deals supposed to be on Tuesdays?” You frown and scrub a little harder the frying pan Minho has burnt the night before while trying to make chocolate chips pancakes for diner, because why eat savory food when you can have dessert for every meal, right? It is one of the few advantages of living without your parents you both truly enjoy.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Tomorrow,” he yawns, probably exhausted after what you put him through last night. You forced him to catch up on the entire season of Love Island because you desperately needed someone to bitch with, and what better partner than Lee Minho.

You take a quick glance at him and see him stretching himself across the cushions like a cat. You always thought there was something feline about his features. While you’re drying the mugs with the dishtowel, your mind wanders uncontrollably, thinking about his piercing eyes, his delicate nose, the corners of his lips that curl up a little…

All of the sudden, your hands freeze. Minho is too immersed in TikToks to notice the stupor on your face. “Wait. Today is… Monday?” you stutter.

Alarmed by the sound of your voice, his eyes finally leave his phone’s screen to look up at you. “Yeah” he repeats slowly as if you are the dumbest person he has ever encountered.

And you truly are. You are pretty sure your heart has stopped beating. Minho’s “world’s greatest dad” mug you’re holding slips between your fingers and comes crashing on the floor with a deafening sound. The pieces are now scattered all around you, making you unable to make out what’s written on it anymore. Not a big loss, if you ask.

“Y/N, you know that’s my favorite mug!” he exclaims, leaping up from the couch. “I’m sure you did it on purpose,” he mutters while he’s trying to collect the small fragments, in vain.

But you’re too shocked at this very moment to pay attention to the glare your friend is giving you. To be honest, Minho has only two moods: glaring at you or teasing you.

“My interview,” you finally manage to say, and Minho’s eyes go wide as he realizes the critical situation you’re in.

You check the time on the microwave: 10:45. In 30 minutes, you’re supposed to be on the other side of town, being interrogated by boring businessmen that are going to decide whether or not you’ll be accepted for a paid internship in one of the most reputable music label of the country. Basically, decide whether you’ll live a happy and fulfilling life, working in the sector you’ve always dreamed of or end up miserable with a boring office job and a massive college debt.

“Holy shit,” Minho whispers. You can see a wave of panic washing across his face for a split second, but, as always, he manages to find his composure back immediately.

He has never been the kind to lose his cool, except to scold you when you forget the names of his cats and their respective coats’ color (which you unfortunately often did forget).

“What are you doing? Get dressed!” He tells you when he sees you’re still standing there dumbfounded in the kitchen, like the famous Robert Pattinson meme, wearing an oversize Kermit the frog shirt with a dozen holes in it and his favorite Adidas sweatpants you always stole from him.

“No, it’s too late. I can’t make it,” you mutter, your breath short. You’re paralyzed, as if there is a 20lbs rock sitting at the bottom of your stomach, pinning you to the ground.

This isn’t bad luck, you think. This is karma. This is what you get for skipping classes to watch telereality shows in your bed with your best friend and not even realizing it isn’t the weekend anymore.

“Miss me with that bullshit.” He runs to his closet and rummages through his drawers, throwing every piece of clothing that’s on his way to find an appropriate outfit that would fit you.

“You’re gonna go do this interview even if I have to drag you all the way there.” He pushes you into his bathroom since you still haven’t moved an inch.

You manage to brush your teeth and your hair, fighting through the nauseous feeling that is building up in your tummy.

When you come back to the living room, Minho has found dress pants and a sweater that might not look utterly ridiculous on you. He lets you change in a corner, while he runs around the room collecting all your essentials.

“You’re coming?” you ask him when you see he is already wearing his puffer jacket.

“You really think I’m gonna let you go all by yourself when you’re literally not even able to put your shoes on properly”. You are, indeed, struggling with your laces, as if your fingers are suddenly made out of butter.

Minho ties them up for you and you literally feel like he’s your babysitter. You know you’re gonna hear about this for months – what are you saying- years! But all you can think about at the moment though, is the fact that sneakers are definitely not appropriate for an interview.

He throws your warmest coat at you, grab his keys, and by some type of miracle, you’re both out to the door in less than 10 minutes.

You try to call the elevator, but Minho grabs your arm and leads you to the staircase. His hand never leaving yours, he runs down the stairs and you have no choice but to follow him as fast as you can.

You can’t count how many times you missed a step and fell at this particularly slippery spot, between the 5th and the 4th floor, but weirdly enough, it doesn’t happen today.

When you finally reach the ground floor, you exit the complex and Minho hops on his old and rusty bike that he had attached to nearest tree the night before.

“There’s no way I’m riding behind you on this death machine,” you laugh nervously. The memory of that one time Minho convinced you to seat into his bicycle basket (as if you could even realistically fit in it) and you both fell seconds after he started to pedal is coming back to your mind.

Sure, it was after a long night of drinking, you were both tipsy and it was the only way to get you home since you had spent all your uber money at the bar, but still! You’re pretty sure the bruise on your butt hasn’t disappeared to this day.

“Hurry up,” Minho groans, ignoring your complaint. You unwillingly seat on his flimsy pannier rack and wrap your arms around his torso.

You haven’t even left, yet you’re already holding onto his puffer jacket for dear life. A giggle escapes your friend’s mouth (which you think is very inappropriate in such a desperate situation) before he lifts his feet off the ground and starts pedaling.

You try to ignore the loud squeaking of the bicycle drive by shutting your eyes tighter and rehearsing your introduction you have prepared over and over in your head. No matter how hard you are trying, you can’t remember what you are supposed to say just after your age (which, as you can imagine, isn’t really far into your monologue).

By the way the wind is lashing your face, you can tell Minho has picked up the speed. His breathing is getting louder, his heartbeat faster and you can’t help but think you’re probably way too heavy for him to bike you around like that. Maybe he shouldn’t skip his gym sessions with Chan so often. Or maybe you shouldn’t have eaten the leftover pancakes for breakfast after all.

You find the courage to open your eyelids and are pleased to see you’re already halfway there, probably because every single one of the traffic lights you encounter is green, and your friend is going surprisingly fast. Is luck finally starting to smile upon you?

Your mad race comes to a halt when you reach the address of your interview. You hop off the bike and so does Minho who, by the way, is a panting mess. He’s barely able to catch his breath, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, but he’s beaming at you when he realizes you’re just on time.

“Go” he gasps, pushing you in the direction of the building’s hall.

You walk up to the glass door but as your hands are about to push it, you pull a 180. Your friend sighs loudly, already knowing what’s coming next.

“Wait. No. I can’t do this. I’m not prepared” you tell him frantically. “I’m freaking out. I think I’m gonna pass out.” You are now walking in circles, mumbling incoherently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your heart is racing in your chest and your hands are getting clammy at the simple thought of failure. But guess what? You can’t fail if you don’t even try! One more good reason to just go back to bed and forget about your sad life for a good 8 hours, right?

“Y/N, you’re the most talented person I know, you’re gonna do just fine” Minho catches you in his arm to stop your endless pacing. You would probably think this gesture is endearing if it wasn’t just meant to make sure you couldn’t run for your life.

“No, I’m not. What if I throw up in front of everybody like that one time during the Romeo and Juliet musical?” You look up at him and his face is only inches away from yours. You’re sure you would be swooning at how beautiful he looks if you weren’t so terrified at this very moment.

“You were nine,” your best friend says, and you swear you have never heard him speak to you in such a sweet tone before. His voice is like honey and lavander but it doesn’t soothe you like it should.

You manage to break free from his embrace to crouch down, in an attempt to slow down your breathing. If only you had data left, you could be watching those short relaxing videos on your phone. They always work. But no, you had to spent it all on online games, just one week into the month. You really are beyond help.

“Y/N I know you’re scared, but if you miss out on this opportunity, you’re gonna regret it for the rest of your life.” Minho is lowering himself so that you can hear him, even though you’re curled up in a ball.

“And I’m warning you, I won’t want to hear you complain about it,” he adds, this whole situation obviously starting to get on his nerves.

If you were him, you would have probably left a long time ago. But this isn’t your best friend’s way of behaving. You know he would never abandon you no matter how annoying you could be (and you could be very annoying sometimes). After all, he is always the one holding your hair while you puke in the toilets when you had a couple too many drinks.

It takes all your willpower to stand up but there is no other way, you have to do it. You can hear the time ticking dangerously in your mind, as if your brain had turned into a clock.

“You’re right. Slap me,” you say, looking at him straight in the eyes, dead serious.

“Wha -“

“Slap some sense into me. They do that in movies when people are panicking. It’s like throwing a bucket of cold water in someone’s face. But clearly we don’t have a bucket and we don’t have cold wa- “ you start blabbering.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not gonna slap you!” Your friend isn’t usually that horrified at the thought of beating your ass. In fact, he has felt the desire to rip your head off more than once, especially when you’d steal all the duvet at night, but at this moment he is just scared you might have actually lost your mind.

“Just fucking do it Minho!” you scream, your hands clenching the front of his grey hoodie he always looks so divine in.

Minho has never obeyed you, and this is not the day he is going to start.

He puts both of his hands on the sides of your face and crashes his lips onto yours.

You would be lying if you said you have never imagined the day your best friend would kiss you. It happens pretty much every single time you look at his cute pout a little too long. But one thing is certain, it isn’t like you pictured it to be at all.

You were convinced your heart would go so wild it would burst out of your chest and your head would spin so furiously you’d lose your balance. You thought your stomach would fill with butterflies to the brim and your whole body would be on fire.

But none of that is happening. On the contrary, every single muscle in your body relaxes under his touch. The way his soft mouth presses gently against yours makes you calmer, almost at peace amongst all this turmoil.

Minho is kissing all your tension and stress away and you catch yourself letting a sigh of relief escape your parted lips.

As if you have kissed him already hundreds of times in your past life, Minho feels like home. He’s a safe haven you can always take refuge in during troubled times. Ever since the day you met, he has never left your side.

When he breaks away from the kiss, you notice your breath isn’t so ragged and your mind isn’t so foggy anymore. You’re serene. His cold hands are still cupping your face, slightly squishing your cheeks, and you feel like an idiot sandwich for asking him to slap you seconds before.

“That can work too, I guess…” you mutter.

“You’re okay?” he asks, staring at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

You just nod, unable to say one more word, and sprint to the entrance, not wanting to make your interviewers wait any longer than they already have.

“Good luck!” You hear him yell just before the door closes behind you and you can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

- - - - -

Thirty minutes later, you finally step out of the fancy lobby to find a very bored Minho leaning against a tree, patiently waiting for you.

“You’re still here?”

“Of course, I am,” he says, his mouth full of croissant. He gives you a large iced coffee he probably went buying to kill time. Your lips unconsciously curl up into a smile when you notice it comes from the same chain that the one you spilled on your lap on the day you first met him.

“How did it go?” he asks you, sticking his buttery pastry into your mouth so that you can take a bite.

“Way better than I thought” you answer, right after you swallowed. You hate the way flakes would always get stuck between your teeth. But Minho is always there to warn you about it before anyone else notices, and even pick them for you if you can’t manage to, which, when you think about it, is kind of gross.

There are two things the boy knows about you: you’re the greatest pessimist on earth and you’d rather die than admit you were wrong (especially if it meant he was right). So for you to even say it wasn’t that bad, means it went phenomenal.

“I don’t want to say ‘I told you so’ but I told you so.” He smiles so wide you can barely see his eyes anymore. You have to look away, otherwise you know you might become instantly blinded by love.

“Maybe I could use some more of your luck” you mumble, staring at your shoes and kicking the red leaves that were surrounding your feet on this sunny autumn morning.

“Really? And what makes you think I’ll share it with you,” he teases you, leaning forward to incite you to look at him in the eyes.

“That.”

Your hand finds the back of his neck and pulls him in, in order to close the space that is still left between your mouths.

At first, Minho stiffens, taken aback by your bold move. But soon enough, he caves into your touch. He kisses you back fervently, like he means it.

His fingers entagle in your hair, his arm wraps around your waist and his chest presses against your body. You’re melting in his embrace, submerged by a wave of bliss which he alone seems to know the recipe.

It feels new, yet so familiar. Like it was supposed to happen, like it was written in the stars.

He tastes like croissant and Americano. Like fortune and fate.

And you can’t help but think you’re the luckiest person on earth.

Who cares about winning the lottery when Lee Minho is your lucky charm?

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ms-demeanor · 4 years

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You know what’s funny is whenever I make a tech post I get people going “this is blatantly untrue” and I get people going “this is really good information and everyone needs to know it” and the dividing line is how much time you spend with people who are tech literate.

Yep, I would tell my computer savvy friends where they could get keycaps and fix their keyboards; I don’t even have to bother telling my computer savvy friends how to run a fifteen year old laptop because we’re all pretty good at it.

But GODDAMN I just read a response to my “cheap computer season” post that claimed that it was totally reasonable to run a macbook from 2010 and

Look.

That’s not a reasonable thing to tell a student who needs a functional computer to do research and write papers. (have fun trying to find installation discs from when the OS was still named after cats and have fun trying to get a browser to get along with that OS)

You know why most people bring me laptops with missing keys? Because the key got ripped off by their two-year-old and damaged the soldering in the keyboard and I have no idea it’s going to be “oh, yeah, that’s a ten dollar fix” or “sorry, that’s going to be an hour and a half to disassemble and reassemble and we’ll have to order you a new keyboard specific to that model out of new old stock” and the thing is the second one is much, much, much more common in my experience than the first.

Do I think you need to replace a laptop when the bezel is cracked? No. I also don’t carry my laptop powered on in the bag with a flashdrive sticking out of the USB port. Customers do weird things that I don’t understand and when a customer tells me they want me to fix the bezel they think it’s a twenty-dollar snap-on repair because they have no idea how this works and then they get mad at me when I explain “no, you’ve gotta have this specific piece of plastic, these haven’t been made in five years, and you might be better off buying a used model online than trying to track down a new bezel.”

So here’s the thing: Can Macs get viruses?

There are three answers here.

“No, of course not, Macs are made to be virus-proof”

“Macs need antivirus protection because, while it is less common than infections for PCs, there are types of malware that can infect macs and it’s worthwhile to guard against that”

“tEcHnIcAlLy a virus has to be self-replicating and IOS’s file management system [or some other bullshit] prevents that so TECHNICALLY Macs can’t get viruses and what you need is anti-malware software if you need anything because you’re fairly likely to have security through obscurity”

I’m aware of the third position and voicing the second position to people who believe the first position.

YES TECHNICALLY YOU CAN KEEP A COMPUTER RUNNING INDEFINITELY AND YES IT’S TOTALLY POSSIBLE YOUR LAPTOP WILL LAST TEN YEARS.

“Well if you treat it right and run it well it’ll be in great shape for a long time”

YES THAT IS CORRECT DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY PEOPLE WHO DON’T WORK ON THEIR OWN CARS DRIVE AROUND WITH THE OIL CHANGE LIGHT ON FOR MONTHS?!?

Tons of people in the world today use computers. They use computers every day, they use computers at home and at school and at work.

Tons of people drive every day. They use cars for fun and for commuting and for their jobs.

That doesn’t mean that all (or even most, or even half) of the people using these things is any good at keeping them running, or even has the barest idea of how to start tracking down a problem.

Someone in the notes of that post described a green line on their screen and thought that was a symptom of hard drive problems. I don’t have the hours in the day to catch this person up to speed on why a display issue on a laptop isn’t indicative of hard drive issues.

Do you know how much people think it’s going to cost to get data off of a broken drive? Not “won’t power up” not “won’t spin” but “I dropped this and part fell off and now it won’t power up or spin and also the platter is chipped”? I’m going to have to send that shit to a clean room and the customer is *staggered* that it might cost more than a hundred dollars to get their data. “Outrageous, what kind of blackmail operation are you trying to run here, just plug it in and get my pictures.”

A year or so ago I was at Jiffy Lube (ew). I’d been shooting the shit with the mechanic when a parent and child rolled in in a panic. And they should have been panicking! They’d thrown a fucking rod because they’d been driving with no oil in the car for god knows how long because neither of them had had the oil changed in the two years they’d owned the vehicle.

*I* can keep a 30-year-old car running. I can put a belt back on an engine in a dark parking lot with a wrench and a headlamp. I can drop a gas tank and replace my fuel filter and thumb my nose at the mechanics who tried to upsell me on “replacing your old, worn-out air filter” the day after I’d popped a new one into my truck.

These folks couldn’t keep a new car running with three alarms telling them what was wrong.

*I* can power up my 2005 macbook running Leopard and use garage band to record a song or do some design work on my copy of Adobe CS3; I can kludge its FF3.5 browser into playing nice with the internet and accept that it’s going to be a slow piece of shit.

The lady who called me confused by the fact that the password to her email was different than the login information for her grocery store rewards account will not be able to function if she gets a pop-up that says she’s using an outdated browser and will think it’s a virus if her bank won’t let her log in on that browser.

And you know what, I’m kind of sick of this attitude.

I would *fucking adore it* if computers were actually easy to repair; I’d love it if you could run new OSs on old hardware (especially on macs because I think apple are kind of shitheads about planned obsolescence).

But you know what, no, most people *CAN’T* reasonably expect to use a ten-year-old computer and have pleasant experience of it. It’s going to run slow. It’s going to shut down when they don’t want it to. The battery is going to swell slightly with the heat and your touchpad is going to go nuts. Your USB ports will stop working. Standard wear and tear that most people don’t know how to protect against and don’t know how to repair is going to make it harder to use AND software requirements will outstrip the hardware capabilities of the computer.

If your old computer sucks it’s not your fault. If you can’t happily use a 10-year-old laptop to do your homework that’s okay, it wasn’t designed for you to use it that way and YOU SHOULDN’T FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT.

Because that’s kind of what a lot of these “well anybody should realistically be able to run a laptop from 2010″ responses comes down to: if you need new hardware you’re just not doing it right. If you have to replace your computer you didn’t make good choices when you bought it. If your battery dies it’s because you didn’t take care of it.

No. No. No. No.

This shit is A) designed to fail and B) actually really hard to keep running (hey how many blown capacitors do you think someone has to have on their motherboard before you say it’s not their fault for wanting to replace the laptop)

ALSO SOMEONE IN THE RESPONSES OF THAT POST LITERALLY SAID THAT IF YOUR BATTERY DIED AT THREE YEARS IT WAS BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T DOING THE DRAIN CHARGE CYCLE RIGHT AND FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. It’s discharge cycles and heat, motherfucker; they are going to fail at some point and people shouldn’t feel bad if their batteries stop working after a couple years.

UGH.

You shouldn’t have to be a mechanic. You shouldn’t have to be a computer technician. Yeah, your shit will last longer if you know how to take care of it but, fuck. Imagine you were still using internet speeds from 2010. Imagine all your devices still had USB 2.0. Imagine you couldn’t log onto your online bank because your hardware won’t run he software that your bank recognizes because the hardware manufacturer decided it won’t support the older hardware.

What I was trying to get across in that initial post was “computers fail, and they fail pretty frequently; your life will be better and you will save money if you plan on replacing them at a regular interval and have reasonable expectations in terms of cost and failure. So buy a cheap computer now because you’re probably going to need one at some point”

And now I’ve got to Do A Yell about how there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism and it’s unreasonable to expect tired, overworked, broke people to become experts in computer repair in order to do their homework or play the goose game.

FUCK THAT.

IT’S CHEAP COMPUTER SEASON MOTHERFUCKERS. LAPTOP FAILURE RATES INCREASE AT THREE TO FIVE YEARS AND DESKTOP FAILURE RATES INCREASE AT FIVE TO SEVEN YEARS. RIGHT NOW THERE ARE DISCOUNTS ON NEW COMPUTERS AND IT’S CHEAP TO GET AN EXTENDED WARRANTY.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER AND WORK ON COMPUTERS IF YOU WANNA AND PLAN TO REPLACE REGULARLY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO WORK ON COMPUTERS.

ALSO CHANGE YOUR FUCKING OIL YOU’RE PROBABLY DUE.

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ultimatetornshipper · 3 years

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Steam

A lot of facts could be seen as only opinions. A lot of facts could be seen as flexible depending on one's experiences and perspectives. Facts could change and facts could be more than just the part of it that you're made aware of.

Blossom knew this.

But there was one simple fact that would remain the same for all of eternity.

Blossom Utonium hated Brick Jojo.

And he hated her.

Nothing, NOTHING would change this simple fact. They were natural enemies, opposites made to challenge and contradict one another.

It was simple.

Key word being was.

It's easier to hate and despise one another when your siblings weren't all friends and dragging the two of you along every chance they got.

It's easier to hate one another when your morals are directly clashing on a weekly basis.

Yeah, they still didn't exactly agree on a lot of moral questions but the boys aren't really evil anymore either.

But when the boys stole something the girls would fight them, take it, arrest them, they'd escape and everyone would let bygones be bygones.

By everyone she meant the blues and the greens.

She was pretty sure Brick was the only one who actively wanted to still do that stuff and Boomer and Butch just followed his lead. Or maybe Mojo still had something on them. She couldn't be sure, but the point was that they still committed crimes and that was illegal so it was their job to stop them.

And she wasn't stupid, she knew full well that she and Brick were the only ones who weren't pulling their punches and treating it all like a game.

So like she said. It was simple.

Until her sisters decided to make it complicated by befriending their rivals.

Blossom despised complicated social situations.

In any other context she could handle complicated. Fights? Sure. Science? She adored it. Books? What other kind is there?

But in group and friend dynamics? It annoyed her more than yarn catching on her nail, more than nails on a chalkboard, more than a dirty, uncleanable chalkbo-

It annoyed her a lot.

Why? Because it created situations like the one she was in right now.

Where her sisters and their counterparts were play fighting and joking around while she and Brick maimed eachother.

And it was always followed by a lecture by Bubbles on how she was too hard on him and Buttercup telling her to chill out while Brick and his stupid smug smirk would mock her and wouldn't leave her alone and how his red hair would be messy afterwads and half out of his ponytail and wisps falling into his face surrounding his gorge-

No.

She flew up to dodge a kick and landed behind him, pushing him forward so that he lost his balance.

She was fighting him right now. She couldn't think about his eyes or his pink lips forming a smug little grin and how she just wanted to kiss that stupid little smile off of his dumb face-

She froze in shock.

Kiss Brick?

Since when had that been an option?

She felt him get a hit in her stomach and her bottom collided with the ground.

She shook herself out of it. Later. She could analise... whatever this was... later.

She started getting up but suddenly he was straddling her waist and pinning her hands down above her head.

She stared at him in silence for a few seconds, because he was really close now and she could see the light freckles dancing across his nose up close and-

Bad Blossom! Now is not the time! You hate him, you despise him, he is the enemy! Stop checking out the guy you're fighting!

He smirked down at her victoriously, "At a loss for words, eh, Pinky?"

She felt him lower his guard and loosen his grip and quicker than lightning she flew out beneath him.

What in the name of Einstein was wrong with her?

She flew quickly and as high as the tallest building in Townsville, then she stopped and turned around and the handsome bastard was right there in front of her-

Wait a minute- handsome?!

Blossom needed to lie down.

Sadly, he seemed determined to keep this going.

They traded blows and each time he said something she didn't reply.

She was too busy freaking out about the fact that she had not only wanted to kiss him but also mentally referred to him as handsome and what the actual frickty frack?!

"What's wrong Bow Pink? You're awfully quiet today, afraid me and my brothers are finally gonna beat you and your sheep?" Brick taunted.

Blossom's brain with all its genius level intellect then decided that the only way to deal with whatever was happening to her heart was to stuff it in a jar and bury it deep, deep down and pretend it wasn't real.

She hated him.

He hated her.

That was a fact that couldn't and wouldn't ever change.

So she did what she did best.

She riled up Brick Jojo.

"I'm not the one here with sheep, Rock," she said mockingly.

He narrowed his eyes, throwing a punch that she quickly dodged, "Oh now she speaks?"

"You finally said something worth replying to. Though I must say, Rick, I'm disappointed, I can't believe you've been reduced to using puns," she replied, kicking his side and pulling away quick enough that he couldn't grab her leg.

"It's Brick and you know it, and don't pretend you don't pun, Pinky, we both know that's a lie," he said with a small growl in his voice. Dodging her once more.

"I still think your insult was just some good old projecting. Clearly if one of us have sheep it's you. My sisters fight of their own violation," she taunted, smirking. He grabbed her and they wrestled midair, each one gaining and then losing the upperhand.

Suddenly they pulled apart, flying in circles, eyeing one another. They were both panting, clearly out of breath.

Anyone could sense the electricity crackling through the air from a mile away. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that her siblings and their counterparts have stopped fighting and were now eyeing their leaders wearily.

She'd deal with it later.

She turned her full attention back to the man in front of her as the silence grew sharper.

His shirt had small tears in places, his hair was all over the place and he sported a few new injuries. She was certain she was in a similar state.

"They choose to fight," he broke the silence, glaring at her, "I don't force them to do anything they don't want to. I don't control them,"

The sharp, delicate silence fell apart and she felt her temper flare. The electricity turned to fire and she launched herself at him and felt her eyes heat up.

"The only reason for that is the fact that you're too busy being controlled," she screamed.

She could almost taste his fury at her words and their fight went to a whole new level.

Neither of them held back anything as they shot lazerbeams and went for one another unlike ever before.

She pushed him against a building, trapping him. And for a moment they locked gazes and time froze. The anger and frustration and denied attraction flared between them like a wild electric cable, their faces only inches apart.

"Are either of us really in control, Pinky? Or are we all just the result of someone else's choices?" he whispered harshly as they gazed into one another's eyes.

She felt her guard lower only for a split second before he grabbed her and pushed her against the building.

"But then again," he said quietly, and she felt his breath mingle with her own, "maybe if we want control we need to take it ourselves,"

He closed the distance between them and she only felt his fire approach for a second before she reacted with her ice.

So that's the was he wanted to play this?

She deepend the kiss and poured all her hatred and love and frustration and attraction into it.

She bundled up his shirt in her hands and felt his own get tangled in her hair. She faintly heard his hat fall to the ground not too far below.

Yet she couldn't care less as she kissed him the way she'd never allowed herself to kiss anyone before for fear of their life.

But she could do this with him because he could counter her perfectly.

He really was her opposite, huh?

Then she registered the fact that the air around them was slightly more humid than before.

She ignored it though, because this was the best kiss she'd had in... well, ever, and she was not going to pull away because as soon as she did that it would be over and it wouldn't happen again because now that they knew that it didn't-

Blossom felt him pull her closer and pushed all her previous thoughts away. She'd worry later, for now she just allowed herself to disappear into the kiss.

A few minutes later she became aware of a rather large amount of water hitting her.

They pulled away from one another in search of the source.

She quickly noticed that Brick was in a similar state as her and they turned to find their siblings staring at them.

Bubbles was holding the hosepipe that was likely the source of the water and Buttercup handed Butch 20 dollars.

"Really?" Her black haired sister asked, "You couldn't have waited just three more days for your murder make out session?"

"Our what?" she asked while Brick replied with a simple, "Fuck you,"

"Actually, Brick, you've got the wrong sister, I'm Buttercup, the one you wanna fuck is in your arms, her name is Blossom," Buttercup replied slowly, in a mocking tone of voice.

The red heads turned to look at each other and when they noticed their proximity, they jumped away from one another like the other had the plague.

Brick turned to them, "I was trying to kill her!"

And Blossom followed suit, "And I was just defending myself!"

"Nothing else!" They said at the same time.

Bubbles rolled her eyes and Boomer smirked. Butch waved them away, "Don't worry we have a completely different bet for when you two will acknowledge and accept your feelings for one another,"

"Yeah, and I can still win it!" Buttercup agreed.

"Feelings? What feelings?!" Blossom screamed, "Bubbles, tell Buttercup she's being ridiculous,"

Bubbles rised an unimpressed eyebrow, "Bloss, you're both redder than Brick's cap,"

"And you just spent 10 minutes making out so much that literal steam started surrounding you," Boomer snickered.

No matter how much Blossom or Brick denied it, no one in all of Townsville believed their denial after that day.

Buttercup won the second bet.

Approximately 3 months after what was dubbed their first Murder Makeout session the two finally confessed to one another.

Those 3 months are another story entirely.

But it was this that proved to Blossom that truly no fact was concrete, facts changed and facts expanded. Facts were flexible depending on your experience and perspectives.

And the fact was that while once upon a time, maybe Blossom did hate Brick and maybe Brick did hate Blossom, things changed.

But that mutual hatred melted away into something new, something beautiful, something flexible.

Something a little bit like steam.

Authors note:

Inspired by this post

I don't plan to continue this but if someone wants to continue or expand this idea or world like tag me I'd love to read it

Thanks to @maltrashdump for coming up with this idea, I love it, hope u enjoy my version of it

Also sorry for not putting a read more thing I'm on mobile atm

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