they have enough of your shit

3

You quickly drove over to the club near their dorm and saw JB standing outside. He recognised your car and stumbled over, almost tripping over his feet. Getting out the car, you managed to wrap your arms around him so he didn’t fall. 
“Shit, Jae. How much have you had?”
“Not enough,” he replied, slurring his words. You somehow managed to get him in the backseat of your car and buckle up the seatbelt. He was in for a rough night and an ever rougher morning but you were happy to take care of him. In fact, seeing him say that he loved you had made your heart skip a beat. Even if it was in some drunk display of emotion, the words had still resonated with you. Not wanting to dwell on it, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind and just focused on getting him to your apartment safely. When you got home, you put him into your bed, making sure he was lying on his side with a bucket on the side of the bed for the inevitable moment when he threw up all the alcohol he had consumed. Leaving him to sleep, you went and slept on the sofa in your living room.

When morning came, you were woken up by the sound of Jaebum walking through your apartment, groaning loudly. He had dark circles beneath his eyes and his skin was paler than usual. Walking over, he fell back onto the sofa and looked at you feeling sorry for himself. 
“My head hurts,” he complained.
“Serves you right, Jae. Need some water?”
“Please. I just want to crawl in a hole and sleep for five days.”
“Guessing you have a nice headache then.”
“Yes.”
“I would say I feel bad for you since I’ve been there myself but this was purely self-inflicted so I have no empathy, I’m afraid.”
“Have I ever told you what a great friend you are?” He asked sarcastically, taking the glass of water and headache pills from you. 
“Well you seemed to have a lot to say last night.”
“Oh god what did I tell you?”
“Just check your phone. There are a few lovely text messages on there.” Looking through his phone, he read everything he had said. 
“Why do I do this when I’m drunk?”
“What? Randomly confess to your friends? How many people have you done that too?” You asked, jokingly. “I’m sure your members would have loved that.”
“Not that. When I’m drunk I get so honest and the filter just goes. Please ignore those texts, (Y/N). It’ll just be easier for us both.”
“Wait, what do you mean you get really honest? Were you being serious when you said that?”
“I didn’t want you to find out like that but yes. Please, just forget it ever happened.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t want to forget that happened.”
“That I confessed? Why wouldn’t you want to forget that?”
“Oh my god you are so stupid, Jae. Why do you think I don’t want to forget?”
“Wow I’m stupid. Are you being serious?”
“Yes. Why else do you think I came to get you when you had gotten yourself completely wasted?”
“(Y/N), as much as I want to kiss you right now, my head hurts and I feel like death so could we maybe wait until I’ve recovered from last night?”
“Of course. But if we go out then you’re paying as a way of making it up to me for throwing up in my bed.”
“How did you know that?”
“I heard you at like two am. Really attractive, by the way.”
“Ugh, why do you even like me?” He asked, groaning again. 
“I have absolutely no idea, Jae.”

A/N - Decided to add a bit of a story to this text request just to make it a bit longer and better. I hope you all enjoy!

for all of the people who have experienced trauma in their lives, i hope one day you get to have a conversation where you’re able to talk about your experience, completely supported and without judgment, with someone who has a concept of how badly you suffer as a result from said trauma. i hope you get to have a conversation with someone who won’t take offense to anything you say, and will try to understand your feelings, regardless of how weird and complex they are. i hope you get to have a conversation with someone who will listen despite it being uncomfortable or difficult for them to. i hope you get to have a conversation where you get to talk about some of the worst and weirdest shit you’ve experienced and you feel safe enough to keep going. and i hope when it’s all over, you feel catharsis on an overwhelming level. 

you deserve to be heard and to release those emotions. you deserve to feel supported during and after the fact. and i really hope you get that someday, if you haven’t yet. because you really deserve it.

roofbeams replied to your post “……..this fic……………………………………”

???

I know you are way outside the ARG so this is going to sound so fucking wild but if this fic was written by Moffat, which like trust me I have enough evidence to reasonably suppose this wild premise is true, one piece being the content of the fic itself. Anyway the fic is about “S,” or Steven Moffat masquerading as Sherlock, accidentally blowing up a theater with a waiting audience because they strapped bombs to John and Sherlock. Lots of other conspiracy-related shit happens, but in the finale, Moffatlock falls through a trapdoor into a room of mirrors. “The curly haired raggedy man” has a conversation with a child he’s overlooked who’s been hidden in the basement of the theater for a long time. She’s got a light in her hands. He’s not sure of her gender and she’s older than she looks. She was at the origin of the most important part of S’s life and looking at her makes him realize he has never thought about what John was like in his youth… her improbable happiness and resilience moves him to tears…… she is so cutting that sometimes he wonders if she’s moriarty but he discards that because there’s goodness at her core… and she constantly sasses him and exposes his true identity and at the end of their scene he begs her to tell the world who he really is

and I mean it could be tjlc in general and absolutely is just like all the mirror characters for fandom in these fics are stand-ins for fandom as a whole but I uh………….. I think it’s me. Also.

Stop being rude to your teammates.

Stop being rude to your teammates.

Stop. Being. Rude. To. Your. Teammates.

Holy fuck it’s not difficult. Whether you’re playing Paladins, Overwatch, TF2 etc., sending abuse to the players on your team is bullying, and isn’t going to make them do better in any way. No one thinks ‘Hey! This guy told me to go fuck myself! I’m gonna play this game 1000x better now!’

Your support/healer isn’t healing you enough? Someone stole your kill? You lost a match? Tough shit! The world dosn’t owe you a damn thing and everyone has to lose sometimes. All you have to do is accept you’re losing, and move on to the next match WITHOUT being rude.

If you honestly think it’s okay to send nasty messages to your team, you’re a piece of shit and you don’t deserve to have video games in your life.

THE SUPERIOR LOVE CRASH COURSE

@turntechheartthrob

WELCOME TO THE SLOBBERFEST KISSFACE EMOJI HELLTORNADO TUNNEL OF LOVE. PLEASE KEEP ALL HANDS OUTSIDE YOUR PANTS AND INSIDE THE PROVERBIAL VEHICLE AT ALL TIMES. AS WE TAKE THIS ROMANTIC JOURNEY TOGETHER, I’M GONNA START WITH THE BASICS, SO STRAP THE FUCK IN.

1) COMMUNICATION
I’LL TRY NOT TO SOUND PEDANTIC FOR ONCE IN MY SHAMEPIT OF A LIFE, BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY ALREADY KNOW THIS ONE AND HEAR IT ENOUGH THAT YOUR EARS BLEED WATERFALLS. I MEAN, YOU’RE CLEARLY LEARNING AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT IF YOU’RE WILLING TO SPILL THE BEANS ABOUT YOUR WRIGGLERLIKE COCOONTIME SCHLONGSPRAYS. BUT JUST KNOW THAT YOU ULTIMATELY MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE AND REALLY CAN’T DO MUCH EXCEPT KEEP WAITING AT THIS POINT. LET THE IDIOT WORK OUT HIS EMOTIONS TOO. THAT SHIT’S HARD; HAVE SOME FUCKING PATIENCE.

2) IT’S GONNA BE WEIRD
IF FOR SOME REASON HE DEFIES ALL POSSIBLE ODDS AND SHOVES HIS CRANIUM EVEN DEEPER INTO THE LOST ATLANTIC OF HIS DEFECATION CAVITY, TAKE SOME TIME TO RECOGNIZE THAT REGARDLESS OF WHETHER OR NOT HE SAYS YES TO THE DRESS OF YOUR ENTIRE EMOTIONAL BEING, THINGS MIGHT GET WEIRD. IT’LL TAKE TIME TO ADJUST TO THINGS AND AS MUCH AS I BELIEVE THAT ROMCOMS ARE THE BEST CREATION THE MORTAL WORLD HAS EVER SPAWNED OUT OF IT’S SCREAMING MAW, LOVE GETS AWKWARD AND CLUMSY. ESPECIALLY INTERSPECIES THINGS. DON’T BE DISCOURAGED.

3) YOU’RE GOING TO DIE
 LASTLY, JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU’RE GOING TO DIE. YEAH, I KNOW. NOT THE MOST UPLIFTING THING THIS PLANET HAS TO OFFER, BUT TRUST ME, I’M ON A FUCKING ROLL HERE. THE ONLY PERSON WHO IS GUARANTEED TO BE WITH YOU WHEN YOU DIE IS YOU. SO IF IT DOESN’T WORK OUT, TAKE TIME TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF AND MAKING YOU YOUR BEST FRIEND, BECAUSE NOBODY IS GONNA PICK UP THAT JOB NO MATTER HOW MANY CHILDREN IT FEEDS. SO CHIN THE FUCK UP AND BUY YOURSELF A FUCKING DONUT.

I know I’m just an old timer but kids, if you’re out there protesting, for the love of god, don’t check in on facebook, don’t text to random numbers claiming to want to know how many people were there. They know, they don’t need you to text. All they want is your number and personal data so they can keep an eye on you. You are not as anonymous online as you think you are, even if you are not using your real name.

Just…take care of yourselves, and don’t give the authorities any ammunition against you. They have enough fire power as it is.

Also if you’re uploading pics from marches, please be considerate of those involved. If you don’t have express permission to take the picture of everyone involved in the image, blur out their faces. You don’t know who is watching and what kind of shit you might land someone in just because you wanted to post a selfie of you in your pink hat. 

How Papillon Will Be Defeated
  • Papillon: I have taken all of your Miraculous! What will you do now?!
  • Chloe: *nudges Marinette*
  • Marinette and Alya: *lean closer*
  • Chloe: *covers mouth with her hand*
  • Papillon: What... what are you doing?
  • Alya: *covers her mouth and murmurs back*
  • Papillon: What are you whispering about?!
  • Girls: *look at Papillon and snICKER*
  • Papillon: WHAT'S SO FUNNY
  • Chat Noir: *tackles him from behind*
Support Your Black Artists! I cannot stress this enough like you don't have to buy every single work or production but a reblog, repost, even a like or a donation is important!
Attention white ppl

Since the holidays are coming up I know a lot of u will be with ur ofc racist family. So just a heads up that poc do not care and do not want to listen to your stories about how you “told off ur racist uncle” or how ur parents said x slur or believes in x. Because it is obvious that poc deal with racism enough in our own lives we don’t have time to be handing out ally points to every white that complains about how racist ur family is. And frankly it makes u look even worse bc now we know that you have a racist background. So next time if ur white racist family says shit, educate them, and don’t expect anything special from poc when u tell us

Gather round, children. Auntie Jules has a degree in psychology with a specialization in social psychology, and she doesn’t get to use it much these days, so she’s going to spread some knowledge.

We love saying representation matters. And we love pointing to people who belong to social minorities being encouraged by positive representation as the reason why it matters. And I’m here to tell you that they are only a part of why it matters.

The bigger part is schema.

Now a schema is just a fancy term for your brain’s autocomplete function. Basically, you’ve seen a certain pattern enough times that your brain completes the equation even when you have incomplete information.

One of the ways we learned about this was professional chess players vs. people who had no experience with chess.

If you take a chess board and you set it up according to a pattern that is common in chess playing (I’m one of those people who knows jack shit about chess), and you show it to both groups of people, and then you knock all the pieces off the board, the pro chess players will be able to return it to its prior state almost perfectly with no trouble, because they looked at it and they said, “Oh, this is the fifth move of XYZ Strategy, so these pieces would be here.”

The people who don’t know about chess are like, “Uh, I think one of the horses was over here, and maybe there was a castle over there?”

BUT, if you just put the pieces randomly on the board before you showed it to them, then the amateurs were more likely to have a higher rate of accuracy in returning the pieces to the board, because the pros are SO entrenched in their knowledge of strategy patterns that it impairs their ability to see what is actually there if it doesn’t match a pattern they already know.

Now some of y’all are smart enough to see where this is going already but hang on because I’m never gonna get to be a college professor so let me get my lecture on for a second.

Let’s say for a second that every movie and TV show on television ever shows black men who dress in loose white T-shirts and baggy pants as carrying guns 90% of the time, and when they get mad, they pull that gun out and wave it in some poor white woman’s face. I mean, sounds fake, right? But go with it.

Now let’s say that you’re out walking around in real life, and you see a black man wearing a white T-shirt and loose-fitting jeans. 

And let’s say he reaches for something in his pocket.

And let’s say you can’t see what he’s reaching for. Maybe it’s his wallet. Maybe it’s his cell phone or car keys. Maybe it’s a bag of Skittles.

But on TV and movies, every single time a black man in comfortable, casual clothes reaches for something you can’t see, it turns out to be a gun.

So you see this.

And your brain screams “GUN!!!” before he even comes up with anything. And chances are even if you SEE the cell phone, your brain will still think “GUN!!!” until he does something like put it up to his ear. (Unless you see the pattern of non-threatening black men more often than you see the narrative of them as a threat, in which case, the pattern you see more often will more likely take precedence in this situation.)

Do you see what I’m saying?

I’m saying that your brain is Google’s autocomplete for forms, and that if you type something into it enough, that is going to be what the function suggests to you as soon as you even click anywhere near a box in a form.

And our brains functioning this way has been a GREAT advantage for us as a species, because it means we learn. It means that we don’t have to think about things all the way through all the time. It saves us time in deciding how to react to something because the cues are already coded into our subconscious and we don’t have to process them consciously before we decide how to act.

But it also gets us into trouble. Did you know that people are more likely to take someone seriously if they’re wearing a white coat, like the kind medical doctors wear, or if they’re carrying a clipboard? Seriously, just those two visual cues, and someone is already on their way to believing what you tell them unless you break the script entirely and tell them something that goes against an even more deeply ingrained schema.

So what I’m saying is, representation is important, visibility is important, because it will eventually change the dominant schemas. It takes consistency, and it takes time, but eventually, the dominant narrative will change the dominant schema in people’s minds.

It’s why when everyone was complaining that same-sex marriage being legal wouldn’t really change anything for LGB people who weren’t in relationships, some people kept yelling that it was going to make a huge difference, over time, because it would contribute to the visibility of a narrative in which our relationships were normalized, not stigmatized. It would contribute to changing people’s schemas, and that would go a long way toward changing what they see as acceptable, as normal, and as a foregone conclusion.

So in conclusion: Representation is hugely important, because it’s probably one of the single biggest ways to change people’s behavior, by changing their subconscious perception.

(It is also why a 24-hour news cycle with emphasis on deconstructing every. single. moment. of violent crimes is SUCH A TERRIBLE SOCIETAL INFLUENCE, but that is a rant for another post.)

Listen up Punks

If you think Punk is just an aesthetic, get out.
If you think punk is all ripped jeans, rock and roll, and wild hair, please leave.
If you claim to be a punk but make no effort to change society’s standards and challenge the norm outside of your fashion choices, I have a problem with you.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not some elitist asshole who wants to tell you what you can and can’t be, but I will implore you to go look up the history of punk. True punks fight for the oppressed. Punk isn’t just about patches and pins, and it’s certainly not this “I don’t give a fuck” shit I’ve been seeing from some self-proclaimed “punks”.

To be punk is to care enough to say “fuck society for hurting you” to minorities.

Right now, we need the you to really prove how punk you are. If you truly are punk, show some antifascist action.

Sincerely, a frustrated queer punk.

I’ve spent the day wildly swinging between grief and anger. I’m scared for myself, for my friends, for my family, and for strangers. I don’t know what the future holds. I can’t promise anything.

But like hell I’m taking this lying down. I don’t have to accept a damn thing. I don’t have to live in fear. I don’t have to watch this poor excuse of a presidency kill me. I won’t let those bastards take a single thing away from me. Everything I have, I have fucking earned, and I will fight tooth and nail for my rights. For everyone’s. We’re all in the shit now.

It’s okay to be scared, because God help me if I’m not terrified myself. It’s okay to focus on protecting yourself, your friends, and your family. But you need to keep living, even when it’s hard. I’m sorry, but you can’t let them win, not when they’ve won enough already. I’m angry, unbelievably so. I want to lash out, I want to fight, but I don’t think that would help. I don’t know what’s the correct solution. I don’t even know if this post will make a difference.

But what I do know is that we can’t lose our hope or compassion. We have to keep trying, in any way possible. So I say this: Choose a direction, and run. Run faster than anyone that tries to catch you. We will fix whatever we can, throw away what’s broken, and burn away the rest. And from that we’ll salvage what we can for the next generation. We will fight for our right to be happy and safe, and in doing so, we can protect those that will come after us. We will care about them in a way that no one ever cared about us.

We are stronger than anything that has, will, or might kill us. We can do this. We’ll be more than okay-

We’re going to survive.

Dorky Otp Prompts

‘I caught you dramatically singing to your cat that laid on you stomach and it was honestly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen’

‘I saw you rollerskating and I thought ‘that person is cool’ but then you crashed jesus are you okay’

’I found you in the kitchen at 3 AM taking apart our cabinets with a crazed look in your eye ‘cause apparently you thought you heard a mouse are you insane what was tHAT’

‘You made a ‘pun jar’ it’s like a swear jar except every time i make a bad pun i have to put in a dollar looks like we almost have enough for a new aPUNment-fine ill put another one in’

‘I work at a pet shop and everyday you come in on your way to work and pet every single animal here you are the purest soul™ I’m so in love’

'Me and my friends are such memey shits and they made me send you one of those 'send your crush without context’ thing problem is you don’t use the internet much and don’t understand and I’m so embarrassed’

'Our parents work for rival companies and they don’t know we’re friends well my dad pissed me off the other night wanna pretend we’re dating and do like cute stuff in front of him to get on his nerve?’

'We’re at a karaoke bar and you went up as a joke but the lights are hitting you so perfectly and your voice is so angelic and wow I think I’m in love.’

'You had this giant ass ice cream but you were so excited that you dropped it and I’ve never seen a sadder person in my life please let me just buy you a new one’

'We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have started to ship us and I kinda like you ahaha oh god I need to stop blushing’