alright now sleep

I’ll go to bed early.
—  A Ravenclaw who will most certainly not go to bed early 

@kathwolfie listen,,, you are a gift for introducing me to daichi in an onmyoji

many things that happened in Bambam’s vlive Q and A:
- Jinyoung was wearing a beret and also shorts
- Jinyoungs favorite movies are Scent of a Woman and Dark Knight (which are like 2 wayyyy different movies lol)
- Bambam definitely does not like the shipping between members (he mentioned it a lot)
- his favorite youtuber is Pewdiepie (he then imitated Pewdiepie)
- his favorite anime is Naruto
- he doesn’t like pokemon so that’s why he doesn’t play Pokémon Go
- he chooses Prove It over Sign (and apologized to Youngjae)
- he thought about dyeing his hair red next but decided against it
- he’s hotel rooming with Yugyeom and said 97 line room only!
- someone asked if he was a unicorn and he replied “no, Im human, man!” ( ok so why do people ask these types of question but also why did he answer it seriously omg it was cute tho)
- he said that he’s not going to be doing vlive for a longggg time (I don’t know why but that’s what he said 😟)
- he said “bye bye” really cutely

Effects of Ink in the Mob Boss Au

As promised in @spudinacup’s stream y'all finally get to know what the effects of ink are on both toons AND humans and what makes them a drug. Or more importantly, what kind of drug they are. (I’ve been wanting to make a post about this for a while but now I have a legitimate excuss) (ALSO A WARNING FOR DRUGS LOTS OF DRUG/DEATH MENTIONS (obviously))

Let’s begin!

To Non human users, ink can actually benefit you in many ways! but of course, just like any drug, theres the disadvantages. but if anything the benefits can out-way those disadvantages. To non-humans, or toons, it will act like a steroid. if used for a long period of time it can build muscle and spike your hight if used correctly. its like eating a protein bar: if you take in the protein and do nothing with it, itll just be stored as fat. but if you work your muscles while taking in the protein then it will help them grow. now ink wont be stored as fat but it wont have any positive affect on you other than the high. speaking of which: when taken, for toons, ink sorta acts like lsd or speed (high wise). the syptoms include enhanced focus, tingling sensations, mild hallucinations, enhanced strength, enhanced agility, short temper, and violent tendencies. now the long term effects/disadvantages are the same compared to a human, but it’s very mild for toons and it takes way longer to kill them or cause any sort of detrimental, internal damage.

Now with HUMANS ink sort of acts like mercury in a way. More so in the way that its considered it will benefit someone. Take Emperor Qin Shi Huang for example. He drank mercury and ate jade in hopes that it would make him immortal but it just ended​ up killing him. Now, yes, ink will eventually kill a human, but not after a very long, very painful period of time. Ink is mostly a neurological drug. So while it gives toons a head high, it’s give humans head trauma. The most prominent symptoms would be headaches/migraines, dizziness, drowsiness, nightmare/night terrors, trouble focusing, memory loss, and and in some rare cases hallucinations. (Along with the basic symptoms​ of vomiting and such). If you continue to take it regularly then some users will become delusional and believe that the ink is working in the way you want it to and once you’ve gotten to that stage you might as well just throw in the towel now cuz you might as well be dead already

Now let’s hypothetically say theres an individual who was a half toon half human hybrid. when it comes to Halves they would equally get both of the intensified benefits and the intensified disadvantages of ink. So let’s put it like this: you measure the amount of affect ink will have on an individual through bundles of 4. P stands for the pros that ink gives and C stands for the cons

Toons: PPPC

Humans: PCCC (P only for the false euphoria)

Halves: PPCC

Tldr; for toons ink acts like a steroid and gives a euphoric high while with humans it just rots you from the inside out, making you think it’s doing you good if you take it too much. And if you’re a Halve then you get the effects are sort of intensified for you in both respects.

late night [connor m. x reader]

me: im gonna write jared x reader and evan x reader

also me: but connor murphy.

warnings; none??? as of rn

        There were a couple of things that came with dating Connor Murphy. There were the quick kisses between classes, the way his hand would find its way to your hip when you two sat together, the times you’ve stolen his hoodie before he finally ended up telling you to keep it saying that it “looked better on you than me” with a small smile. The little times where his hand would find yours and his fingers would intertwine with yours as if it was second nature, or the times where those same fingers would find their way into your hair - whether it be while your lips were locked with his or whether he’d be distracting himself by playing with the soft locks, they always found their way into your hair one way or another.

        But there were the other things that came with dating Connor Murphy.

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Have a little angsty Lourry ficlet, because I watched Harry’s documentary and couldn’t help but thinking about Louis watching it and… yeah. I have Feelings, let me tell you them.

Louis locks himself up in his bathroom to watch it. It makes no sense, since he’s alone anyway, but he can’t help himself, can’t shake the adolescent shame at the idea of being caught doing something that feels so intensely private.

Harry looks both hauntingly young and impossibly older from one frame to the next. Jamaica shows him with more stubble than Louis’s ever seen him with, constantly disheveled in a way that feels more genuine than anything Harry has shared of himself for years. It fills Louis with yearning, with wanting to be a part of it, even though he doesn’t even really know what “it” is yet. 

Wanting to be a part of Harry’s life is an absurd emotion, something he thought he’d gotten rid of years ago. Something he should have long ago outgrown.

The hiatus made it easier to convince himself that was true.

But the documentary shows Louis’s lies for what they are, easily undone by a simple shot of Harry grinning into the camera, pink lips and shining eyes.

It’s always been so infuriatingly easy.

He’s got to pause the video when Harry talks about the band. Their band. He didn’t expect it to hurt, but it does, the ache physical, pulling at Louis’s bones from the inside. Harry sits there, pretending that the pressure wasn’t destroying them, gnawing at their souls bit by bit. Talks about never faking it, making Louis wonder how many people are going to buy into it, take him at his word, no matter how absurd such a claim is, how many times they had to fake it, fake a smile, a hug, or an entire friendship.

There was a lot of love in the band, there still is. But there’s a lot fame took away, too.

Maybe Harry really never had to fake it.

It didn’t feel that way, back then.

The documentary moves away from the band, and Louis feels himself breathe a little easier, leaning back against the bathtub where he’s sitting on the dirty bath mat, phone precariously perched on his bent knees.

Harry gets his hair cut on-screen, because of course he did, and Louis allows himself a smile as Harry grins at his mum. It’s nice, seeing him that happy. It’s bittersweet, too, because he never really looked that happy at the end, not like he does now.

The music is amazing, but not as amazing as watching Harry singing it, his entire being so clearly thrown into it, face twisting with every bend of the songs, body vibrating with it. Louis’s enthralled, letting himself stare in a way he hasn’t in years, drinking Harry in like he’s parched for it.

There used to be a time when he didn’t feel the need to pretend to anyone that he wasn’t parched for it. Certainly not to himself.

He’s got to pause the video again when Harry starts talking about his guitarist. The way Harry looks at him… the glint of adoration in his eyes… Louis’s seen it all before, a lifetime ago, seen it directed at himself, even though the face beaming up at him was softer and framed by unruly curls.

It hurts more than the band talk did. Hurts enough that Louis flips his phone shut in the middle of it, narrowly stopping himself from throwing it across the tiled floor.

Part of him wants to warn that guy, to tell him not to give into it. He can see it on his face; the sheer bewilderment at being the object of Harry’s devotion. That little shy dismissive laughter, the twitching of the lips, repressed grins when you think you still have a grip on this.

From the video, though, Louis knows it’s already too late.

He remembers, as clearly now as he did back then. The feel of Harry giggling against his shoulder, the soft touch of Harry’s fingers sliding under his t-shirt (just a touch, nothing to read into it, nothing at all). The caress of wet lips against his neck, and brushing it off with a laugh, telling himself it’s nothing, just puppy play.

Leaning into it, into him, into whatever is on offer, until suddenly you find yourself craving for more, gasping against Harry’s mouth and more fucking vulnerable than you’ve ever let yourself be in your entire life.

He wants to warn that guy, that Mitch, that if the fans don’t ruin it, then Harry will. That no matter how many times Harry gives himself to him, he’ll always slip right through Mitch’s fingers in the end, as easily as he spilled into them.

Of course, he won’t. Cannot, anyway, because Mitch clearly would have no idea who Louis really is, has probably been kept blissfully oblivious to that part of Harry’s life. Starting new, Harry had said, or something close to it.

Louis got over it, anyway. Got over it so well he’s sitting on his bathroom floor, his fingers shaking, his cheeks prickling with tears he refuses to wipe away because wiping them would mean accepting he’s cried at all, and he hasn’t.

He got over it, and that Mitch guy will get over it too, as will all the ones that will follow him.

It gets easier after that. Louis gets lost into the music, unbothered by the allusions to Harry’s hook-ups; it’s never been about that, really, always has been way more complicated than that. Louis’s always known how to deal with jealousy. What he’s never known how to deal with is the piece of his heart Harry took away and never fucking gave back, not even once he was done keeping it like a shiny trinket.

The end of the video sneaks up on him, 50 minutes of his life gone in a flash, his bum suddenly sore from sitting on the bathroom floor for so long, legs cramped from staying so still. They show Harry and Mitch cuddling on a couch, Harry belting out song lyrics while Mitch stays plastered against his armpit, and the easy familiarity of Mitch’s fingers wrapped around Harry’s wrist makes Louis feel like he’s looking at alternate versions of themselves.

It’s heartwarming in a cruel selfish way, knowing someone else will get through it all.

He shuts his phone for good after the credits end, and pretends that he’s not going to watch it again.

He’s good at pretending.

He’s got years of practice.