Criminal gets pepper sprayed: ‘OMG POLICE BRUTALITY, WAS THAT NECESSARY???? Woooow..’
A lady gets pepper sprayed just because she may have been a Trump supporter: ‘big mood’ 'this is festive! 👌🙌’ '😭😭😂😂’
I mean…Whatever you do, don’t think about attending a friend’s wedding with Harry. And definitely don’t think about him lining up for the bouquet toss because he’s had a few too many and is in that silly mood topical drinks always get him in. And you certainly can’t think about him catching the bouquet and then making eye contact with you across the dance floor, mouthing, “Catch,” as he lobs it your way. And for the love of God, don’t think about him hanging over you, both sweaty and hot from the humidity and festivities, as you stumble back to your room for the evening, bouquet tucked safely under your arm. And please don’t think about the silly smile he’d wear as he points at the bouquet sitting on the nightstand as you undress and says with full sincerity, “Guess it’s your turn now.”
who hogs the duvet Akaashi, he likes bundling himself up in it and Bokuto’s naturally really warm so he doesn’t mind~ when it’s really cold during the winter, they’ll become a deluxe blanket burrito since Bokuto + duvet = maximum warm and Akaashi loves it
who texts/rings to check how their day is going Bokuto! Sometimes he texts during class, but Akaashi is diligent and won’t respond until afterwards; it’s usually just things like “what are you having for lunch today?!” “i hate math, it makes my brain hurt…” but sometimes Bokuto will text “i miss you </3″ and during break time Akaashi will quickly text back “I miss you too”
who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts Bokuto! He’s actually pretty observant about knowing what Akaashi likes, and often gives gifts that surprise him~
who gets up first in the morning They’re both pretty heavy sleepers and can honestly sleep like 11 hours straight; it takes 5 alarms with the ringer on full blast to get them out of bed in the mornings, but once they shower they’re fully awake and ready to go!
who suggests new things in bed Bokuto, Akaashi’s a bit more reserved about these sorts of things, but Bokuto wants to learn all the different ways of making Akaashi feel good~
who cries at movies Bokuto, Akaashi doesn’t cry easily when it comes to movies but Bokuto gets caught up in all the emotions
who gives unprompted massages Bokuto! He likes helping Akaashi relax and his fingers are strong but gentle; he usually peppers Akaashi with kisses at the same time
who fusses over the other when they’re sick They both fuss over each other, but Bokuto’s way more intense about it and becomes a nervous chatterbox because he’s so worried; Akaashi ends up having to calm him down and he can sound exasperated but he knows this is one of the ways Bokuto expresses his love
who gets jealous easiest Akaashi, Bokuto makes friends with anyone willing to be friends with him and Akaashi knows how easy it is to be wooed by his passion, power, and good looks, so he gets in the habit of observing people who act close with Bokuto and mentally file them as a threat or not; but at the same time, Akaashi knows that Bokuto can be really troublesome and usually reassures himself with the knowledge that he’s the only one who can truly deal with the whole Bokuto package
who has the most embarrassing taste in music Uhh I feel like Bokuto listens to hip hop, alternative rock, pop, and dubstep, while Akaashi listens to classical music, jazz, and electropop
who collects something unusual Akaashi collects owl-related things (plushies, keychains, he even has an owl onesie) since he thinks owls are cute (I wonder why…)
who takes the longest to get ready Bokuto because he has to spend time spiking his hair~
who is the most tidy and organised Akaashi, although he still makes small messes sometimes; Bokuto’s a little bit more of a whirlwind and leaves some clothes on the floor, some dishes by the sink, but when it’s time to clean he does his fair share
who gets most excited about the holidays Bokuto gets more outwardly excited, but Akaashi gets excited internally! They love being able to spend time doing things they don’t usually have time for amidst school and volleyball, like marathoning TV, going to the beach, sleeping in, going to hot springs
who is the big spoon/little spoon Bokuto is the big spoon, Akaash is the little spoon~
who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports They both get competitive, although it takes some egging on to get Akaashi to participate
who starts the most arguments He doesn’t start it purposefully, but Bokuto’s fluctuating mood can happen at the wrong times and Akaashi doesn’t always have the patience to deal with it, so he’ll usually go do his own thing and leave Bokuto to stew, and once he comes back Bokuto’s either snapped out of it or Akaashi will talk him through it
who suggests that they buy a pet Akaashi! He likes cats and Bokuto thinks they’re cute so they end up getting two~ one of them is named “Val” and the other “Libra”
what couple traditions they have Massaging each other’s hands after a game; Wednesdays are Chinese food nights; matching ugly Christmas sweaters; making nachos with the works when marathoning a TV show; going to festivals and winning prizes for each other; going to the countryside for a week in the summer to get away from the city and enjoy nature; Akaashi bakes heart shaped cookies for Bokuto on Valentine’s day, while Bokuto buys him chocolate candy; marathoning Marvel films during winter break
what tv shows they watch together Sense 8, The Flash, Black Mirror, Bob’s Burgers
what other couple they hang out with KuroTsukki, Konoha/Komi, KenHina
how they spend time together as a couple Discussing volleyball; practicing plays; study sessions; buying snacks after school; watching Pacific Rim when Bokuto randomly gets in the mood for it; Bokuto warming Akaashi up when they’re outside and even with three layers and a scarf he still feels cold; Akaashi making their lunches for the next day and Bokuto hugging him from behind as he does so; Akaashi kissing Bokuto’s fingertips and Bokuto kissing Akaashi’s forehead, cheeks, nose, and mouth; going for picnics and lying on the grass and holding hands as they gaze at the clouds; wiping away tears, hugging each other fiercely, murmuring “I love you forever and always”
who made the first move Bokuto, he just got to the point where he couldn’t hide it any longer and blurted “Akaash I like you so much would you pretty please go out with me?!” Akaashi responded “Bokuto we’re still having practice” and Bokuto went into dejected mode until Akaashi added “that wasn’t a no”
who brings flowers home Bokuto! He likes placing them behind Akaashi’s ear because they look good on him~
who is the best cook Akaashi, especially when it comes to cooking meat; Bokuto can make basic dishes like pasta
“Any idea when you’re gonna be home?” You stared out the window at the quickly darkening sky, hoping to see your boyfriend making his way down the snow covered sidewalk at any time. He had been out for quite some time now, and you just wanted to spend the bitterly cold January evening inside with him. “It’s getting late.”
“I know Doll, I promise I won’t be long.” His voice made you smile, and you nodded to yourself, eyes watching the way snow drifted down from the sky and landed softly. You hated how clingy you seemed, but it wasn’t your fault you missed him so much.
Jerome had died. You watched it from the comfort of your own home, as it aired live on television. Nothing had ever hurt you so much, and you spent over a year without him by your side by the time he miraculously came back. It had been a day you would never forget. Jerome was back, and although he had suffered some minor…alterations, he was still Jerome. However, now you found yourself worried whenever he left the house for elongated periods of time. You were terrified he had come back only for you to lose him again.
“I love you.” You offered a sentiment, making a chuckle crackle through the receiver.
“Yeah yeah…” You knew he was rolling his eyes. He never seemed to take you seriously when you expressed your feelings for him, which was why his response caught you quite off guard. “Love you too.”
You were beaming, but he hung up before anything else could be said. You sighed and shook your head slightly, shutting off your phone and going back to watching out the window. He had never sounded so genuine as he did just then, and your heart was fluttering in your chest just thinking about it.
Jerome loved you.
It seemed as if the months upon months you spent thinking about him, from his laugh, to his grin, to every little freckle he possessed, weren’t a waste of time. You meant something to him, just like he meant something to you. Now your eagerness to see him was filling you to the brim, and you couldn’t wait any longer. With little to no thought, you got to your feet and headed for the front door, scooping up your coat and hat on the way outside.
Snow flurried around you and you didn’t hesitate in pulling on your outerwear. It was truly cold, and you found yourself sniffling as you peered down the street, rocking back and forth on your feet. It was unusually quiet in the city tonight, as most people thought it wise to stay indoors. Jerome, however, had insisted there was ’something he has to do’. And ’no, it can’t wait until tomorrow, y/n…’
It just so happened to be so quiet you could hear his whistling before you saw him. The injuries to his mouth caused him difficulty, and made it come out very off key and rather painful to listen to. That was how you knew it was him.
You saw him turn a corner and couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips as you broke out into a run.
“J!” You called, making him glance up and his eyes widen. He stopped in his tracks and let out a laugh as he watched you race towards him.
“What the hell are you doing?” He braced himself as you hit his chest, your arms immediately sliding around his torso and squeezing him tightly. He returned the gesture, giggling into your hair and furrowing his brows. “What are you doing?” He repeated, allowing you to hold him a little longer than usual. “I was only gone a few hours…”
You pulled away and shrugged, a blush rising on your cheeks. “Sorry.”
He just shook his head with a chuckle, his arms falling to rest at his sides as he gazed down at you. The two of you stood in silence, and you weren’t sure whether or not you should make a move to go inside. It was just such a calm, quiet and sincere moment, which was the complete opposite of Jerome himself. You gently pulled his scarf back to reveal his damaged yet beautiful face, and simply smiled up at him.
You looked at him and he looked at you, and there was so much hanging over your heads, unsaid because both of you were afraid of spoiling the undeniable love radiating between the two of you. Your eyes wandered across his unreadable face, lingering on the snowflakes that were accumulating in his bright hair. You gently reached up and brushed your trembling fingers through it, giggling as his nose scrunched up at your purely fond expression.
“Are you gonna tell me why you’ve been acting so…not like yourself?” You asked, settling back on your feet properly and watching him with curious eyes. “It’s freaking me out.”
Jerome’s eyes lit up slightly and a sheepish smile stretched across his scarred face. He reached inside his coat and his glove cloaked fingers produced a small gift of sorts. He shrugged and turned it over in his hands before his eyes ventured up to the dark sky littered with stars.
“I’m sorry I was…gone…for so long…” He mumbled, making you roll your eyes and pull one hand off the box to hold it in your own. You instantly knew what he was talking about.
“I’m not mad. It’s not your fault you died you idiot.”
Jerome emitted a choked, raspy laugh and shook his head, eyes rolling slightly. He held onto the gift a little tighter and took a step closer to you. “I know I know,” He waved you off, simply thinking about how long he spent dead making him feel sick. “But being dead was so…boring. Must’ve been even worse for you, y'know, without me here to keep you company.”
You playfully smacked his chest and glared up at him, before flicking your eyes back down to the gift. You couldn’t help but be curious as to what it was, and if it was for you or not.
“So, what’s with the gift?” You smiled mischievously, making him shrug halfheartedly and hold it out.
“Felt bad for missing Christmas, thought I’d uh…grab you something nice.” He said quietly as you took the gift in your own hands, scoffing at the wrapping job.
“Do this yourself?” You asked, humor dripping from your voice as you pulled at a loose flap of candy cane covered paper.
“Oh shut up. I tried, okay?”
With a giggle, you carefully unwrapped the small box and furrowed your brows, lifting the lid off. Your eyes landed on a ring—a beautiful ring lined with small diamonds and featuring a tiny crown. Your wide eyes flew up to Jerome, who had an equally widened smile and nodded to the ring.
“Well, put it on,” He encouraged, his grin widening even more as he added, “Princess.”
You nodded quickly and slid the ring on your finger, admiring the way it sparkled under the moonlight. It was definitely the nicest thing Jerome had ever given you or done for you, and it made you look to him with welled up eyes.
“Awh come on, why are you cry—”
You cut him off mid complaint by locking your lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. It caught him quite off guard, and you could tell by the way his hands seemed unsure on where to land, and the slight hesitation he showed before kissing you back. His lips were no longer soft and gentle as they moved against yours, but it didn’t stop you from pulling him closer to deepen the already heavy kiss. His hands settled on your waist, gently pulling your body towards his. You broke for only a moment to mumble a question you already knew the answer to.
Your words came out slowly and with an under gruff tone. The morning after your birthday party wasn’t as festive and carefree as the night before. Instead, you woke up with a dry mouth and headache. Events of the night were mostly blurry or non-existent in your mind. Only recalling all the tequila you drank, the money you won and that you ended up in your apartment heavily drunk.
Sam scoffed with a small flat smile as he slid the hot coffee towards you. Inhaling the smell of brewed coffee made your insides flutter with joy. The smell of coffee being really satisfying in this moment of regret. Blowing air in order to cold the coffee before you took a small sip.
“Thank you,” you sighed placing the cup on the counter.
Sam nodded with a weak smile. “Babe?” he said softly catching your attention.
You watched him laid both hands above the kitchen counter. Something was off about him since both of you woke up this morning, being mostly silence and pensive. You gave Sam a nod with an arched eyebrow as answer instead asking what.
Sam clenched his jaw, “Do your remember anything that happened last night?”
for Chuuya, Kunikida, and Dazai how would they go about being in a relationship with an s/o who is not Japanese? (Assume that s/o works with the boys in their relative field).
• Super paranoid about doing something or say
something defensive. After a few consecutive dates Kunikida spent almost two
hours researching everything about your culture from language to food to super
weird facts lost to the sands of time.
• For the first month or two he’s on edge when
anything remotely resembling cultural differences pops up. Despite how tense
and commanding his normal tone is he’s very careful with how he asks questions
or how he answers yours in regard to whatever managed to have a big enough
difference to become a topic of conversation.
• If anything interrupts or changes in his usual
routine—especially if you’re both living together—it takes him a few weeks to
get in the groove with this changed thing. From food to the way you fold the
bed sheets Kunikida tries his hardest not to let the little things irk him. He’s
always willing to reach a middle ground if you’re stuck in your ways like he
is, but his type A personality does make it a little challenging at times.
• On the flip side of the coin, Kunikida is very
excited to show you Japanese traditions especially when festivals and holidays
roll around. These are the few instances where he takes the day off (unless
there’s a big case Ranpo can’t handle on his own) and he dedicates the entire
day pulling out all the stops. Prepare for a lot of educational information, he
was a teacher after all, and a lot of background on traditions and festivals.
As much as he tries not to make it a lesson over a date he sometimes gets
carried away, but a quick kiss and a tug towards a food stand will help turn
the romance back on.
• If you ever feel homesick around Dazai your
mood will quickly change the minute you get home. He practically turns your
shared home into a replica of your place in your home country. From music to
candles to traditional food (who knows who he paid to cook it) Dazai wants to
ensure you’re happy with him in Japan—but he understands feeling out of place
at times. He sweeps you off your feet with a very clumsy dance until you can’t
help but smile at his goofy antics.
• Dazai practically begs you to teach him your
native language so you can have a language nobody else can understand. Of
course Dazai goes the extra mile to learn all the dirty slang he can and surprise
you at work with kinky little tidbits of what he wants to do to you when you
get home. He says these things out loud in front of everyone with a straight
face because who else understands what he’s saying? Depending on your reaction
he’ll either continue with a wink or ask if you’re going to punish him when you
• Just because Dazai can flirt or talk his way
out of any situation doesn’t mean he won’t use your obvious foreign visage for
his own purposes. If you’re with him and he’s getting in trouble with the
police for trying to bury himself in a construction site he quickly wails about
how he has to show you how to get home because you don’t understand the
language and can’t read the street signs. He’s used this ploy more than once to
get out of situations where he doesn’t feel like putting that much effort into
escaping. This mostly happens when the police try to throw him in jail for something
ridiculous, or Kunikida is throwing him too many reports. Even though Kunikida
knows you speak and read Japanese just fine Dazai still prattles on about
needing to help you order lunch or you’ll start to death.
• Dazai is itching to take you to a love hotel if
you’ve never been. The minute you both have a free weekend off from work
without interruptions Dazai packs a small bag full of lingerie and underwear he
plans on tearing off and whisks you away for a weekend of naughty fun. He calls
it an “educational experience” because they’re a normal amenity in Japan, but
really he just wants an excuse to take you to a hotel room with a sex swing and
Jacuzzi big enough to ride him in comfortably.
• After a few weeks of regular dating Chuuya asks
if you’re willing to do a cooking lesson trade off. He’s interested in learning
how to cook your favorite meals from home, so he can make you comfort food on a
whim if you need, and he thinks you should learn to cook Japanese food as well.
He suggests switching off every other date night you have in his penthouse and
within a two lessons he’s already figured out which wine goes with your
favorite food. He’s a fast learner but an even better teacher, though sometimes
he gets a little too hands on and your cooking session turns into a quickie on
the kitchen counter.
• Chuuya asks you questions over researching
because he figures it’s a better way to get to know you, what traditions you
keep, and what’s important to you. Chuuya tries not to dig but if you ever do
something he finds odd or just plain doesn’t know why he asks you to explain it
to him—especially if it’s a tradition you do regularly or you’re celebrating a
holiday he’s never heard of. Often Chuuya asks if he can celebrate with your
just to learn more about your culture and experience it first-hand.
• No matter how long you’ve lived in the city
Chuuya still worries that you’ll somehow get lost so he put a tracker in your
phone just in case. He asked you first of course, but if you even put up a bit
of a protest he charmed his way into you seeing yes with his puppy dog eyes and
sweet kisses—and a bet. If you ever got lost and had to use the device you owed
him a full body massage. Of course, if you went six months without getting lost
(no cheating either!) he owed you one. Fairs fair after all.
• As useful as it is to play innocent lost girl
Chuuya grinds his teeth each time you use it to bait a target in. Even if you’re
as skilled as him in martial arts Chuuya makes to spar with you at least once a
week to check-up on your abilities just in case. He almost said something to
Mori since he was the one who suggest you use it, but he decided against it and
focused on making sure you were prepared for everything an enemy could throw at
Oh yes, you read that right! We went to a Romance Festival! And you know what? There wasn’t a bloody hot tube!
Like, what the hell?! I wanted hot steamy sex in a hot tub surrounded by candles and petals and Serena and Bernie feeling all flirty and… well…
The Romance Festival!
So I asked Serena… *cough*… Bernie asked Serena out on a date night and we decided that a trip to Albie’s a bar was in order. I’ve missed my girls and we needed a little R&R so we could regroup and… I’ve honestly lost my mind!
When we got to the bar, this is what we found. So I obviously said fuck you to the bar! Isn’t it pretty?
Did you spot Bernie and Serena? ZOOM IT IN REX!
Oh yeah, we see you!
So when Bernie and Serena managed to stop sucking each others faces (don’t ever stop sucking each others faces!) they made their way over to this weird looking fountain thing. What are these called? Anyway this drink is apparently ‘Sakura Tea’ which will get you in the mood for love…
I really don’t think Bernie and Serena need it, do you?
I mean just look at Bernie throwing rose petals over Serena!
Oh yeah gurl, you’re playing it right!
Oh she’s definitely playing it right! Get in there lass!
Our lovely ladies actually stayed out all night even though the festival ended at 1am. They didn’t get home until 5am! You dirty stop outs!! I’m so proud of you both!
Serena walked Bernie back to her flat when they returned home from the festival and obviously Bernie invited Serena to have lots of sex spend the night… or maybe it was the ‘Sakura Tea’. It wasn’t.
^^^^ that image right there is the moment Bernie suggested a little woohoo - aka the time Simsrena were the whole Berena fandom whenever we get a teeny tiny look between them at the minute. Or is that just me?
We ended… Bernie and Serena (if only it was we! I wouldn’t mind being in the middle of this) ended up the only way one should after attending a Romance Festival…
In bed… having lots of sex…
You guys better not get fired just because you had too much sex!
Diabolik Lovers Christmas ー Special Short Stories ;; ENG Translation
Somebody asked me to translate a Christmas-themed magazine article which has recently come out. Sadly, I can’t repost the original scan so if you want to see the cute chibi art featured on the page, you’ll have to go look for it yourself.
Everyone had good days and bad days, it was something normal. In your case and for your sometimes extremely bad luck, things always came heightened. There weren’t good days, they were out of this world great days. But the bad days? They were the worst. Bad mornings like having some spilled coffee or forgetting your keys wasn’t your thing. No. Situations like this only backed up more your theory.
The universe must have single hand picked you to get the worst days. Sometimes you thought of going to see a psychic and getting into all the crystal meditation. Everything that helped your bad luck but yet again you ignored all those possibilities. You wouldn’t waste time in such things knowing that; it wasn’t bad luck, it must be bad karma. Out of all the days they could have picked to fire you, they picked today. Your twenty two birthday, not other day than February freaking fourth teen.
Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?
A/N: why do people do
that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain
requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t
really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t
get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know??
Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind
what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible
for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change
their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404
ALSO IM NOT KOREAN SO
I HAD TO RESEARCH A L O T FOR THIS REQUEST BUT STILL COULDN’T WRITE MUCH- AND I MEAN I RESEARCHED REALLY HARD
BECAUSE IM A NERD AND ENJOY LEARNING ABOUT OTHER CULTURES BUT IF SOMETHING IS
WRONG PLEASE LEMME KNOW
I’m sorry it’s so
y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him
for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum
(butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST
TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT
LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that
everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and
lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into
a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a
kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes
has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He
invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and
hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours
sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea
this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO
YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS
In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just-
what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK
LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton
of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and
goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been
in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just
for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more
creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas
(MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO
SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)
when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him
with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong?
Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video
and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background
and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how
many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still
breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t
work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night
and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR
and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons
(fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!
and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of
you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time
though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and
the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The
person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In
the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one
beating you all was Saeran on the other side
TELL ME SAEYOUNG, MC, AND ZEN HAVEN’T TRIED TO RECREATE SOME KPOP VIDEOS
also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now
and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance
and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie
marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC.
hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few
different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of
it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a
-K A R
A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung
tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate
and WOW okay
[ TW - Bulimia/ED] I understand this ask on a personal level. Thanks for specifying nonnie!
When he notices you fidgeting around with a bowl of fruit in the morning and
that mix of nerves and irritability Atsushi immediately knows somethings up. It’s
been tough since the beginning and if anyone Atsushi can understand fighting a
mental battle nobody else can see—and that makes him more sympathetic towards
your plight. Atsushi isn’t entirely sure what to say in these situations, so he
chooses to show you he’s here for you through actions.
• Atsushi figures keeping more broth-related things full of proteins and
necessary nutrients might help ease you back into consistency. He makes you
simple soups and broth based dishes and preps them for lunch and dinner if he’s
at work while you’re home. He experiments with different things (on the healthier
and cheaper side) if it makes it easier for you to eat. He tries not to keep
count of how many pre-made dishes are left in the fridge at the end of the week
but he can’t help worrying about how much you’re eating.
• Even though he stumbles over his words Atsushi tries to throw compliments
your way as often as he can or words of encouragement when he sees you having a
rough day. His main priority is your happiness and even though he knows at
times you don’t want to talk about it Atsushi tries to get you to open up about
how you’re feeling and what you’re going through. He knows he’ll never fully
understand, but he knows from his own experience with internal struggles that
having someone there to cry on or just release pent up rage and anger is
important—he wants you to know he’s here to stay no matter how rough things
• Akutagawa is perceptive as all hell, but he doesn’t go the soft route when
bringing up the frequent trip to the bathroom after you’ve eaten. His delivery
is blunt because to him he’d rather outright call the problem as he sees it and
worry about feelings afterwards—but the minute tears brim your eyes and your fists
ball Akutagawa inwardly panics. Without warning he wraps his arms around you
tightly (and rather stiffly) so your
cries are muffled into his chest.
• Not understanding the problem doesn’t defer Akutagawa from attempting
to throw heavy roadblocks for the sake of your health. Mental fragility is
something Akutagawa gets, but he’s not willing to let you make yourself sick (or worse) while he stands idly by. He
won’t force you to eat anything heavy but he will sit with you until enough time
has passed after you eaten that nothing would come up if you tried to force it.
Through tears or angry screams or panicked cries Akutagawa sits through it all
without batting an eyelash. He’ll hold you or let you thrash at him or scream
but he holds his ground and refuses to let you go until enough time has passed.
He will prod you for information, more on his own need to understand. In his
heart he wants to help but without knowing everything he relies on his
instincts which come off brash and he doesn’t want to make this any harder on
you. On days you’re doing good Akutagawa drops a fresh bouquet of flowers on
your nightstand (if you ask he just shrugs it off without explanation), and on
days you’re struggling he’s more affectionate. Running his hands through your
hair, tugging you close to his chest on the couch, and anything he can think of
that will help you relax and possibly ease the thoughts dragging you down.
Chuuya notices there’s something amiss right away, but he waits a day or two so
you have the opportunity to come to him before he asks. He’s got an inkling of
what it may be but because the subject is sensitive he wants to give you time.
If you don’t bring it up Chuuya charms you into a nighttime drive (right after dinner) and brings it up as
you’re out looking at the city lights. Chuuya pulls the car into an empty area
by the water and talks with you, planting reassuring kisses and sweet words
even if you’re struggling to form your thoughts.
While Chuuya can’t keep watch on you every second of every day he does take
mental notes about how your clothes are fitting and if they happen to be
getting looser. When he can he runs interference and whisks you away to a
movie, a romantic night at a festival, or a walk under the stars right after
lunch or dinner. During breakfast Chuuya slinks his hand up your thigh and
beckons you to the shower after you’re finished for some morning fun. Anything
to keep you in his sights after you eat and your mood elated.
If he finds it necessary Chuuya will drag you to a therapist (if you don’t have a preferred one) after
conducting thorough research and finding the best in the city. He offers to sit
in with you, but if you opt for one on one he sits patiently in the waiting
room. Even if you’re miffed when you come out he knows he’s doing the best for
you and hopes you’ll understand (eventually).
Afterwards Chuuya cooks your favorite comfort food and splits it with you in
the hopes that having someone to share a meal with will be less daunting then
eating the entire thing yourself.
There’s something about Christmas that gets everyone in the best of moods. Everywhere you go it’s festivity follows you. Smiles are seen on every face, endless Christmas songs put on a loop, stacks of gifts piled under the tree, the musky scent of the pine tree. The list goes on and on.
It had taken her an hour to find the perfect dress for the Christmas party. They were either too red or too tight or too sparkly. She had to get it right because it was going to be the first time she meets his friends. And it didn’t help that he was the oldest in the group. It only puts on more pressure to show his younger peers she was good enough for him.
“Jagiya…you look amazing in everything. Don’t worry too much. The boys will like you even if you have sweatpants on,” Jin said soothingly.
He was perched on the edge of the bed, watching intently as she slips in and out of the dresses. There were a few times where he had to clear his throat and look away. Be patient, he said to himself, he can wait till after the party.
“I guess this is fine,” she sighs as she checks the mirror. Jin’s head nodded subconsciously as his eyes roam her body. “Help me with the zipper please.”
I’ve noticed a lack of full-on Mexican perspective in the profiles and I hope this helps, before going starting remember that my experiences do not reflect a global view of the life as a mexican, nor does invalidate the Mexican immigrants or mixed-race people who identify themselves with their Mexican heritage around the world.
Spanish is the main official language, but there over 50 indigenous languages all over the country, among the most commons are: Nahuatl, Maya, Mixteco, Zapoteco, Tzozil etc. (really there an entire Wikipedia article on it look it up)
Family is really important in México, quality time with your family is stressed over since early life, and chances are that at least half of your best childhood friends will be your cousins, someone straying away from the family permanently is severely looked down and criticized, only if it’s by choice mind you, family will be understanding if it’s for causes beyond your control (job transfers and opportunities) and Christmas and New Year is usually the time of the year where every relative from every corner of the country (and even from other countries) will come visiting you.
Family roles are still seen in a very traditional way, with the mother being in charge of the home, and the father working, however given that family abandonment is sadly very common; in all places and economic backgrounds not just poor families; this tends to place an even greater responsibility for the mother, and is not uncommon that a grandparent, uncle or even older cousin steps in as a paternal figure.
Families where the siblings never move from the parents’ house and all live in with their own families are still around, such families usually have the grandmother as the center of everything and be the one calling the shots on important decision, this is however a dying tendency (at least in the Bajío)
Dating and Friendships
Despite its conservative ideologies, parents are surprisingly permissive when it comes to the dating life of their children, sure there are some really strict parents around but they’re usually mocked even by other parents for being so prudish. An interesting contrast with American parents that I’ve seen, is that while the americans want to know who their kids are going out with, their parents, their school, etc. etc. Mexican parent rarely concern themselves with these details, as long as you get to the house at the promised hour and not smelling like alcohol or cigarettes, you’re good, it’s a given that if you’re taking someone into the house and to meet the family it’s because is a serious relationship or an incredibly good friend, and a way of telling your parents that you (and by extension them) are gonna keep seeing them.
Two key things about food in Mexico: tortillas and chile, sweet bread is also a must, but only for breakfast. Even the the most posh, stuck-up (or fresas as we call them) people will occasionally indulge into the nearest taco (or larguitas) stand for lunch, or dinner. A usual meal around here consists of soup, some steak or guisado accompanied by juice or water, dessert is not really accustomed either, unless you’re eating out.
Another thing is that fast food (pizza, burgers, fries, etc.) is not really popular around here, unless you’re from one of the big cities (DF, Querétaro, and Guadalajara) is usually seen as either something you only do for your kid’s birthday, or when you just don’t have the time for cooking because of a tight schedule.
In Mexico compulsory education is divided by 6 years of elementary school (primaria), 3 of middle school (secundaria), and three of high school (preparatora or bachillerato). Afterwards college lasts usually 4-5 years. If you graduated on medical career (nurses, doctors, dentists, psychologists and psychiatrist) are required to have in between 6 months or a year of social services before getting matriculated.
I should say that Mexicans value education A LOT, over here claiming that “college is for losers” will get you a smack in the head (by your parents) and rolled eyes from everyone else; even from people who were born before such requirement for a job were a thing, that doesn’t mean that everyone goes to college, but is usually seen as the ideal path for your children, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine but then you’re gonna have to work, and you will be expected to settle down with a family as soon as you can financially support yourself instead.
As with the majority of Mexicans, even though I’m no longer practicing (I’m atheist) I was raised as Catholic, with moderated requirements, so I had to go to mass on Sunday (which always last the same 45 min. or 1 hr. tops) with formal wear, I prayed the “Padre Nuestro” and “Ave Maria” before going to bed (this usually only last ‘til puberty hits, they stop forcing you by then) thank God for the food after each meal, but the whole thing about not eating meat on Fridays is usually only on the Cuaresma, and it only applies to red meats, so most people eat fish and chicken during those days anyway. I had to do my confirmation, my first communion, and do confessions with the local church.
These are 5 important Holidays in Mexico (in order of importance):
Independence Day (September 16th) – National off the school (and the job) day, there are parades all over the country and on the midnight of the 15th the President will give the Bell Ring to commemorate the Father Miguel Hidalgo and lots, lots of fireworks, usually the decorations and festive moods last all September month.
Day of the Dead (November 2nd) – Depending on the region, some places celebrate the 1st too as the “All Saints Day”, it’s also depending on the region the level to which is celebrated, in the Bajío we get an off-day, there are altars contests and Catrina parades, and we go the Cemetery to clean and adorn the graves of our families, but I know there are other places where they treat it like a regular day, leaving the visit for the most close weekend, and then there are some other places, where it’s such an important day, that everything is closed, stores, hotels, restaurants, to give off the ‘mourning’ more weight than the celebrating part, even the parades are done in silence.
Christmas’s Eve (December 24th) – No Santa here (kids know about it, but most don’t ask presents to him), it’s exclusively a religious and family day, it’s tradition to put a manger of the baby Jesus. Family dinner at midnight, ALL the family is gonna travel to their childhood homes with their kids and spouses, a longer Mass is also attended too at night, some more religious families also perform several prayers before said dinner, and attend to the morning mass of the 25th day in which usually everything is closed down (except in bigger cities)
The Wise Kings Day (January 6th ) – This is the day kids get their presents, the 5th is usually used for kids to hang their letters in the tree or in some places to a balloon into the air with the things they want, and wake super early and everything, that same night we get the “Rosca of Reyes”, which has several figurines of the baby Jesus in it, and anyone who gets one, has to make a meal (traditionally tamales but it can be anything) on the February 2nd for all the assistants, in schools is also done, and the expenses of are shared by the people who got the figurines as well.
The Mexican Revolution (November 20th) – Similar to the Independence day, except that is less prominent, and depending on which weekday falls is less likely to get it as an off-day from school (usually never for jobs, unless you work in a school) the parade for this day is different from the Independence day one, because this one is less militaristic and more sporty with schools having an athletic or dancing routine for it.
Mother’s Day (May 10th) – Usually not an off-day, but people tend to leave both school and jobs early that day to spend the day with their mother (or at least give them a call in case they can’t), it’s more…about the publicity and gifts than any other holiday
Mexican beauty standards vary according to the region, I grew up in the “Bajío” the mid-land of the country, where most of the population range from brown to white-passing of skin-color, and my family like many others in the area has sprinkled this range in the whole family, case in point, me and my siblings: my little sister is pale as they come and definitely white-passing (she has been told as much by our mexican-american cousins), my older brother is dark-skinned and really really hairy, I’m in the middle of them being light-browned:
Skin tone: Colorism is definitely a thing here, since birth you’ll hear how pretty and cute pale babies are, and how ‘funny’ darker babies are, this is something that never really goes away as one gets older people will just stop being polite about it seeing as negroandprieto (black) are common derogative words to describe a particularly dark brown person, sometimes even calling them chango (monkey) whereas the neutral term would be “moreno (a)“
Hair: You’re gonna have a hard time finding anyone who is doesn’t have brown or dark-hair, personally I can count with one hand the number of naturally blond people I’ve met in my 20-something years of life, I’ve met more red-heads than blonds honestly, I mentioned natural blond, because what you’re gonna get a lot are dyed blondies here, (and yes it does have to do with American-european beauty standards and prominence in the media) still, this is starting to change and it’s far more common with older women (over 35-40)
Body Types: Despite the stereotype of the voluptuous latina, Mexican women have a wide array of body types, from petite to XXL (bigger than this is rare though) The curvy but still not-really-overweight is preferred over skinny, especially if said skinny girl doesn’t have full bottom, hips and legs (which are seen as waay more appealing than big breasts), she will often be called out for having “patas de pollo” (chicken legs) or “huesuda” (boney) in case she’s not pale.
Make Up: There’s something you should know, 90% of Mexican women will always grab their make-up (especially the lipstick) when going out even for a mere errand, I was thought how to use make-up before learning about periods. The only schools that will not let you wear it are usually the religious ones and of course the elementary level.
Clothing: As of late, Mexico is a place where casual clothing is the norm, even for most jobs and schools dress-codes are really lax and even then rarely enforced (unless you really push your luck of course, no one is gonna go to work wearing yoga pants and sneakers), but there are still subtle hints and differences, you can often tell people’s family background, income and even occupation by the way they dress: people from poorer families tend to favor sports clothing and sneakers (they’re easy to move in, cheap and comfy), middle-class people will have jeans and dress shirts of all types, colors and styles, formal shoes, sandals, and boots, only wearing full formal attire if the job requires it, or on formal occasions, even then richer people favor casual fashion styles, but they can be spotted because they are the ones wearing super tall high heels, jewelry brand clothing and purses etc.
Things I’d like to see less of
The spicy Latina, the illegal immigrant or the stereotypical poor Mexican family with little to no education, also the jornalero too.
Tropes/Stereotypes I’m tired of seeing.
Also I’m tired of seeing the Latinx community as a monolith, where the Mexicans, the Colombians, the Chileans, the Argentines, the Brazilians etc. etc.
Things I’d like to see more of
Educated mexicans, hard-working mexicans, legal and born into America Mexicans, indigenous Mexicans.
Following the above, I’m not saying that we should erase the presence of the undocumented Mexicans, I want to see the follow up to that story, do people even understand the reason why Immigration is so common in Mexico? Do they know that more often than not, it’s only the father of the family that goes away and send money to their family in Mexico? So they can have a better life, a better education? Where is the following to that?
I’ve seen tons of depictions for the immigrants and their struggle for that better life, which feel more often than not, as a way for americans to have sob story about how “bad” our lives are and how we seek the better, richer ‘American dream’ in order to what? Feel sorry for us? But why don’t we see them having that result which is often reflected on their children? Did you know that Education is the most valued asset in Mexico? Did you know that most jornaleros won’t even risk bringing their kids with them, because they tell them to stay in school, to be better? (I always found that ridiculous, children labor exist and is a problem, but virtually no parent in gonna do that unless they are irresponsible or non-caring about them), where are the doctors? The lawyers, the engineers, the writers, the teachers. Why are we always singers or dancers, narcos or cops? We are not ‘entertainers’ at heart for you to have fun, nor dumb muscle for your gang problems.
I know this isn’t part of the POC Profile but if you want to have a better view of the Mexican way of thinking and our culture I highly suggest these titles:
The Labyrinth of Solitude by Octavio Paz
The Broken Spears by Miguel León-Portilla
Psychology of the Mexican by Rogelio Diaz-Guerrero
The Book of Lamentations by Rosario Castellanos
Mañana Forever?: Mexico and the Mexicans by Jorge Castañeda
- This boy hasn’t spent Christmas with anyone he’s cared about in a while.
- So when Charles starts decorating the mansion for Christmas, this little baby bird doesn’t really know how to react
- So he just ends up looking pouty
- If you were excited about the holiday, Warren would try to make it special and try to get in the festival mood
- If you didn’t really care about the holiday then you two could stay inside and drink hot chocolate while cuddling in your pajamas
- But there’s always a Christmas party that Charles hosts every year to which everyone has to attend
- You invited Erik, thinking that no one should be left out
- It’s hella awkward when he arrives but after a few minutes it turns back to the warm and friendly vibe
- Warren trying to sneak in as many hugs and kisses as possible
- “Baaaabe” “yes?” *points to mistletoe that wasn’t there before* *you roll your eyes and lean up to give him a quick peck*
- Warren is smug with himself
- You get him a new leather jacket and got one of the kids with magical abilities to put a spell on it so it would be easy for Warren to put on without crushing his wings
- Warren lights up like a little seven year old after he opens it
- Everyone teases Warren about being the angel on top of the tree
- They even try to put a halo on top of his head at one point
- Grumpy Warren comes out
- Warren only calms down when you’re around
- If you get sleepy Warren will carry you up to your room
- You two cuddle (after a while of getting comfortable) until you fall asleep
- Warren smiles softly thinking about how lucky he is to have you
- Him falling asleep afterwards
- Charles giving you both a stern lecture the morning after