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the “i don’t speak french” crisis monologue from jon in mag 102 is so funny out of context but in context it’s absolutely crushing because it’s a marking of his gradual realization he’s slowly becoming less “Jonathan sims” and more “The archivist, avatar of the beholding” and i screamed when it first clicked
thinking about the time most of my 7th grade class thought i lived on a farm
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Yeah, there’s a reason for that.
It’s called: antisemitic caricature.
Straight Men just Be Like That sometimes
Whump prompt
Person D is sitting in their living room, watching their favorite show on their day off. It was quite the relaxing time and just what they needed. The quiet and peace from the hospital they had worked at for quite the time by now. The peace and relaxation in the air was almost intoxicating, that is, until person B and Person C come bursting in through person D’s front door, making them jump to their feet quickly. Person D is just about to protest in anger before they see Person B carrying either a half conscious or completely unconscious Person A. They look pretty roughed up as Person B and C are out of breath and their expression are painted with worry. “What the hell happened!?” Person D asks as they rush to the nearest and largest table that would hold a person’s weight for a good period of time. They quickly brush everything off of the same table, motioning for the two to set the injured friend down.
— this feeling, this everglow.
jeon wonwoo x gender-neutral!reader; tooth-rotting domestic fluff, established relationship!au; cw: reader has a broken arm, mentions of hospitals
it’s in wonwoo’s nature to be worried about you—specifically about you, and, perhaps, a tad bit too much, as you enjoy pointing out.
he has his hands placed firmly on his knees, crumpling the material of his trousers. his fingers cramp a little bit, but he doesn’t move an inch; worry runs through his mind like a strong undercurrent. he is brought back to his senses when he hears you huff from beside him.
“what is it? everything okay? do you want some water?”
“no, wonwoo,” is your patient reply. “i’m perfectly fine. i was just gonna give you this!”
at your expectant smile, he drags his gaze down to your free hand—the one not enclosed by white plaster extending to just above your elbow. you’re offering him a sharpie. cautiously, wonwoo reaches out and takes it, careful not to jostle you too much.
one slip while doing the laundry had led to… this. the hospital room is bright white and smells like antiseptic. the sheets on your bed are scratchy and not comfortable by any means, but you haven’t complained at all. you took everything in stride, and that included the news about one of your arms being dysfunctional for a good few weeks.
“...what do you want me to do with it?”
“i want you to be the first person to sign this.” you beam at him, indicating the cast around your arm with your chin.
wonwoo cracks a small smile at that. “yeah? what do you want me to write?”
“your initials and a heart around them.”
your quick reply makes wonwoo burst into a laughter—a vivid contrast to his demeanour mere minutes before. it’s a wonder, really, he thinks. how easy it is for you to change his mood with a tiny comment. as such, jeon wonwoo finds himself very much enraptured by you. he feels like he’s dangling off of a cloud made of gossamer whenever he’s with you. how could he refuse?
gently, and making sure not to move you much, he uncaps the marker and writes what you had requested of him. it’s rather silly—something people do with their middle school crushes—but he thinks it’s cute. he scrawls his initials on the plaster, right at the centre, where everyone can see it.
when he pulls away, surveying his candid little piece on the blank canvas around your skin, he can’t help the satisfied smirk tugging at his lips when you gasp happily.
(it makes his heart swell to accommodate all the love he has for you.)
(of course he’d write your initials next to his, separated by a plus sign; there’s nowhere else he would rather be than by your side.)
got my period on halloween. feels sacred or something.
Back. Big ouch. Hips. Big ouch. All rest of joints in body especially hands. Big fucking ouch.
Big. Ouch.
Big ouch. Today.