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Ever notice how any time someone calls you "cringe", 99 times out of 100 what they mean is "you're happy and I don't like it"

shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡

Fellas

LMFAO thank god

If your satire is so on point you get seen as the bigots you mocked, is it incredible satire or bad satire? 🤔😅

Hence the invention of the Porch

I've been debating how to breach this topic for the past days, but there is no easy or practical way to bring it up. There is an ongoing genocide in Gaza- the world's largest open air prison, as described by U.N. officials and activists. Nearly 2500 Palestinians have been killed in the course of past few days, including women and nearly 700 children. 700. Israel urged Palestinians to leave the Gaza stripe (even though they have nowhere to go to) only to bomb their "safe" exit routes. Entire civilian neighborhoods and hospitals are being targeted by Israel, and they are threatening to cut off the water and electricity in Gaza as well, turning the few running hospitals left to cemeteries.

Palestinians children are writing their names on their palms so people would recognize them, in case they end up being killed by Israel forces. Palestinians are writing their goodbye messages on social media because they aren't sure they'd still be alive tomorrow. There is so much atrocity going on, so many war crimes that the west have deemed reasonable because those are Palestinian lives that are taken, because Palestinians lives aren't as important as western ones, because international law doesn't apply when it comes to Palestinians.

it is unsettling and uncomfortable to watch these images of war, of beheaded children being carried by fellow civilians, of ambulance drivers falling to the ground from the horror of that they've witnessed, of cries of babies who are suddenly orphans, who have never known anything but violence and murder. But this is the reality of Palestinians, as it has been for the past decades. Please, I urge you, educate yourself on the ongoing conflict. There is no hard choice, there are no nuances that you need to take into consideration, there are no 'buts'. There is a colonization, an ethnical cleansing, a genocide, and Palestinians aren't the instigators of it. They are the ones paying the price.

Standing up for Palestine doesn't mean you are anti-jew, the proof is there are a lot of Jewish people standing with the Palestine cause, because they recognize the atrocities committed by the Israeli government. There were no "40 beheaded babies" by Hamas, this was a false information, consciously perpetuated by Israel then the USA so they'd be able to attack Palestine with a "reasonable" motive, only backtracking on it when the damage was already done. There aren't two sides. There is only one true side and it's Palestine.

+ u just have to click this link and the revenue generated by traction in this website will be donated to Palestine! it's only one click per day please do it

Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today

fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

“why is everything smut” because you guys seem to not give a single shit for anything unless it’s smut, leave the sfw fluff & angst creators in the dust and only come on here to complain about what we write in out free time instead of supporting the people on here.

In my dreams

Seungmin x reader. (fake) enemies to lovers. my interpretation of in my dreams by tearliner, love X stereo.

a.n: the end of our skz song series!! and a pretty personal final fic, this one is based on my own experience with anxiety, so it might differ for everyone :) thank you for reading as always <3

You watch, a soft smile on your face as two little girls play with one another in the playground. It reminds you of simpler times, when you could just walk up to another human and become friends with them instantly.

But reality is much more challenging, especially for someone like you, constantly plagued by their anxious thoughts.

Anxiety didn't tiptoe into your life, one drop at a time so you'd get accustomed to its overwhelming presence. Instead, you woke up one day and it barged into you, through cracks and dents you didn't even know existed in your being, and then it made itself a permanent home within the confines of your heart.

GHOST OF YOU (PT.1) | lee minho x fem ! reader

cursing & smut & slight angst & fluff & dad ! minho & mom ! reader & more under the cut !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

SEE PART TWO HERE !!! // read on AO3

want more of this story ? see texts w dad ! minho here ! (coming soon)

for better visualization, find the pinterest board here & spotify playlist here !

my sanity has left the room

Suho for LEON Korea (Jan 2019) ©

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt comfort???

Group/member: Stray kids Changbin

Summary: Changbin found out an old habit returned, breaking a promise you had sworn to keep.

Warnings: mentions of neglect/abuse, mentions of drugs, let me know if there’s anything else

Note: this was finished and partly proofread at like 3 am so if it has some problems we are gonna pretend it doesn’t lol

The headline stared back at you. You’d hoped you’d never see it. “Man released early on good behavior.” You scoffed, you wondered who he had to sleep with to make that happen. Your parents were two of a kind, truly, both addicts, one physically abusive, the other too damn high to tell the bruises he left on your skin weren’t birth marks. You’d left the second you had enough of an income to justify it. Over the years your mom had made attempts at getting sober, if that’s what you could call it, only to call you asking to meet up and make amends as reason yo butter you up for money. She always defended your father, saying she didn’t remember him hitting you and that you had an overactive imagination. She could tell that to the scars you still had. And she could kiss your ass while she was at it.

Your father had been arrested a few years ago for drug charges and assault. Of course god forbid they arrest him for child abuse when you spoke up once to a teacher. You learned fast to take care of yourself and trust no one.

So the fact that Changbin had weasled his way into your life, that still left you confused as hell. You didn’t even realize it had happened until he was halfway moved in. The two of you just worked, regardless of the fact that you were from two different lifestyles and backgrounds, it just worked. Somehow he took a hyper independent girl with enough baggage to fill an airplane and take over a space so big in her heart that if he had left, she wasn’t sure she would have a heart at all.

You barely heard the front door of your apartment click open,your head spinning, ‘Right on time.’ You thought as you rose form your bed.

“I’m home!” Changbin sang from the living room, you rounded the corner and watched as his smile took over his face. You smiled back, for moment you could feel the weeks traumas and pains pause.

“How was work?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him.

“I don’t think i have enough words to describe it. Hard but productive and rewarding.” He chuckled.

“So the usual?”

“Pretty much, how was your day?” He placed a kiss on your forehead and then another on your mouth. His brow furrowed.

“Boring, I’m about-“

“Have you been smoking?” He cut you off. He kissed you again and you knew you were screwed. Of course you forgot to brush your teeth or hell, chew gum or something to mask it. He pulled away from you slightly, his eyes mixed with so many emotions you couldn’t get a read on what he felt but you knew he was not thrilled. You looked away from him nervously, biting your lip. You couldn’t lie to him but confessing was almost worse.

“Don’t lie to me. You promised this wasn’t happening again.” He stated. You could feel his fingers dig slightly into your hips as he awaited your response.

“It was just one cigarette, babe, it’s not a big deal.” You managed pathetically. He’s right, you did promise. But when shit curb stomps you sometimes you cope how you can.

“Not a big deal?!” His voice seemed to echo through the apartment, “Y/n you know damn well it is. Your doctor made it painfully clear how much of a risk it is for you to smoke anything and yet you apparently didn’t fuckin care. You are so lucky it didn’t trigger you.”

He pulled away and rested his head in his hands lightly, his palms rubbing his eyes as it processed.

“Well it didn’t trigger me.” You said bluntly. You knew how he felt on this but what would he know? He’s never had to handle the plate you have. He would be smoking too if the roles were reversed. “I just wanted to take the edge off, just lay off ok?”

He whirled around to you, “Lay off?? Last time you had an asthma attack that put you on a ventilator, and you want me to fucking lay off?!” His voice boomed now. You flinched as it hit your ears. Thinking back you aren’t sure you had ever seen him this angry, not at you at least. You felt your blood run cold at his volume, but your heart pounded and your brain did flips trying form a coherent response.. The two of you never fought like this, hearing his tone stung hard. You knew it wasn’t from the same place, you knew he wasn’t the others, he wasn’t your parents, they wouldn’t even come close to him..

“You aren’t obligated to care, Changbin. Things change, shit happens and god forbid i smoke one cigarette to process the shit show that is my life. Have you considered that the asthma isn’t the worst thing to have happened to me.”

“Have you considered that this isn’t just about you? You aren’t the only one being affected by your actions. There’s no obligation to care, I will whether you like it or not.” You knew he was right, every inch of you did but tell that to your fight or flight. Arguements set you off, years of abuse had changed the function of your brain and he knew this, and so the words he said didn’t matter when all you could think was ‘How fast can I put this wall up and run?’

You checked your watch, “you know what? I don’t have time for this. I have to go to work.” You said. He stopped when he saw your eyes. Even if your tone was frozen solid and your face unwavering your eyes had a fear he hadn’t seen before. He watched as you grabbed your keys and your bag and went fkr the door.

“Y/n wait,” he followed, his tone softer, “let me drive you.”

“Why, so you can smell the smoke on me more? I think I’ll just walk. Or will that trigger me too?” You internally punched yourself. You hadn’t spit venom like this to him. You slammed the door behind you, not pausing to look at him because you knew what you said was against everything you worked for as a couple. You had worked so hard to learn to communicate better, he helped you understand him and gave you the words you needed to advocate for yourself when you felt trapped.

But now? You knew you crossed a line. You fucked up. He was right and you knew it, how selfish could you have been to have risked your health instead of just telling him these things. Honestly you forgot you even smoked it. Your brain was so clouded that your body worked on auto pilot. Your mother had always come to find you when her parole was up. What was stopping your father?

But Changbin didn’t know that. How could he? It was your job to communicate these things and instead you put yourself at risk and snapped. Last time you smoked you almost died and he had to care for you. You knew how terrified he had been, so why was that not taken into consideration when you put the cigarette to your lips?

You shook as you walked. He had standards for his relationships, he always said he knew when to leave and when something stopped serving him. Any sane person would leave you now too.

Surprisingly you weren’t that late to work. Thankfully your coworkers seemed to know you weren’t in the mood to talk so they didn’t pry despite your entire demeanor being off. You worked harder today than you probably ever had. Once you had kicked smoking, pouring yourself into your work was your coping mechanism of choice whenever shit hit the fan. You weren’t a bad worker on good days by any means, but today your boss told you more than once that you had exceeded any expectations they could have set. On a good day this would have thrilled you but today it fell on deaf ears and a numb heart.

It went fast though. Your shift came and went, you clocked out and as you stepped out under the front awning you cursed under your breath. It was pouring rain. You didn’t think to grab an umbrella in your haste, Changbin always picked you up from work unless he had something come up but he would always arrange a ride. He never let you walk home, especially not in the rain and especially not at night. But why would he come now? With the way you spoke to him, you half expected him to have packed and left. After all, everyone else you had been with had done so, even if you weren’t the one yelling in the first place. Sometimes, when some had stayed, you wish they left instead.

Tears stung your eyes, god you had fucked up. Finally you had someone who poured into you without expecting anything. Someone who listened and was gentle and cared. For a good while you felt like you were being pranked, because really, your track record of shit stains is short but brutal. Most didn’t get physical but they didn’t have too. It’s like half were personally trained to scar you in the most effective way. But changbin took those scars and turned them into little strokes of art. He healed parts you hadn’t realized were broken and filled spots you didn’t know where empty. Sure, th two of you had argued before, every couple has, but early on he made it clear what he expected in a disagreement and what you should expect of him. He didn’t yell, which if you knew Changbin, his normal volume was set to “annoy the hard of hearing” but the second the tone was serious, he handled it softly. He expressed how he felt, he listened to you and repeated it back to make sure he understood right. He taught you how to communicate with respect. Through him your fight or flight turned off for the first time, well, ever.

You knew he was different. But he had his limits too. And he deserved far better than what you had to offer. He shouldn’t be with someone who makes him worry like this. Who puts themselves at risk for serious medical emergencies just because they lack self control and healthy coping. And he certainly doesn’t deserve to be treated how he was.

So when your eyes met his across the parking lot you froze. He stood there leaning against his black car, an umbrella in hand. He smiled softly and jogged lightly over to meet you.

“You came?” You said, your voice mixed with surprise, confusion and relief. His brow furrowed slightly at your question, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Y/n of course I came, i always do. You think I’d let you walk home when it’s raining enough to swim in?” He chucked lightly. His eyes scanned over your face. You could see the tiredness in his eyes and the stress written in his features.

“But after everything I said to you, after how i treated you … why did you stay?” Your eyes avoided his, you knew you wouldn’t last if you looked at him.

“Why did I stay?! Babe did you think I was going to leave just because you yelled at me?” He asked, rubbing circles into your jacket. He sighed deeply, “I know you well enough to know that there’s something else going on I don’t know about. Or I didn’t at least. I found the article on the bed when I went to change.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. You forgot to hide it before you left. Changbin knew your past, but you still hated when he saw it. It was messy and ugly and hard to deal with and embarrassing as hell.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, why was he the one apologizing, “I know how hard that must have hit you. It’s no wonder you cracked.” His hand cupped your cheek and you leaned in involuntarily.

“Anyone in their right mind would have left me by now.” You blurted, hot tears escaped your eyes that fixated anywhere but him.

“Hey look at me,” he said softly, his hand guiding your jaw gently. His eyes were soft and warm, a deep furrow n his brow that you knew he did when you were particularly upset at something and he couldn’t beat the shit out of it. “Let me make this clear, even if i hadn’t found the article, I’d have stayed. Even if your dad showed up again and pissed on my clothes I’d have stayed. Even if you chain smoked an entire pack and wound up in the hospital, I’d have glued myself to you and then handed your ass to you on a platter when you got better, but I’d have stayed. Your baggage doesn’t scare me Y/n, neither does your temper or trauma responses. Losing you does. The second i tasted that smoke I felt like i was back in the hospital with the nurses trying to gently tell me that the combo of the asthma attack you had and the residue smoke in your lungs sent them in to overdrive and now you weren’t breathe on your own.” His thumb wiped a tear from your cheek, his own eyes threatening to break. “My biggest fear is losing you. It’s sounds so cliche but i was starting to pick where your grave plot would be and how to reserve two so I’d be with you. I’m in this with you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and cried softly and he rested his against yours. “Do you believe me?”

You nodded softly, “I am so sorry I yelled at you. And for saying what I said. I should have just told you when i found out. And i know better than to smoke, i just had found a pack with two left at the wrong moment and caved. I had no idea what else to, it felt so overwhelming to even think of his being out. My head was spinning, but that doesn’t mean i Can treat you like my dad would when he got bad news.”

“You aren’t your father, baby, never have you ever shown him in you. It’s a miracle someone like you can come from those two. I should have asked what brought you to that point before jumping to conclusions and yelling first. I know you wouldn’t have done it normally. I’m sorry too.” You placed a few quick kisses onto his lips and wrapped your arms around him, causing him to lace his free arm around the small of your back and pull you to him.

“I will never be able to show you how incredible you are, but I’ll die trying Changbin.” You smiled, even in the dark you could see his cheeks turn pink. “I love you an ungodly amount.”

“I love you too.” He kissed you, “i understand if you aren’t ready to talk about this yet, and I’ll understand with anything like this, but always find me and lean on me. You are safe with me ok?”

“Ok.” You chuckled, “Let’s go home?”

“Let’s go home,”

😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 No cause- *CRIES*

Stephanie Rew 

hey guys idk if you know this but if you don't sleep or eat your mental health gets worse