This blog will be mostly fandom things, including some NSFW, so keep that in mind. But I am a Pagan, a witch, and asexual so that'll be here too. Feel free to ask anything you want. My name's Caoimhe, pronounced KEE-va, and I'm on the 'just turned too fast so now my neck hurts' side of 30. My avatar is a bunny of me drawn by the amazingly talented dorki-dorki-universe. Thank you so much! Also, the picture featured was taken by me, in Alaska, in August 2012.
About me: This blog will be mostly fandom things, including some NSFW, so keep that in mind. But I am a Pagan, a witch, and aroace so that'll be here too. Feel free to ask anything you want. My name's Caoimhe, pronounced KEE-va, and I'm on the 'just turned too fast so now my neck hurts' side of 30. My avatar is a bunny of me drawn by the amazingly talented dorki-dorki-universe. Thank you so much! Also, the picture featured was taken by me, in Alaska, in August 2012.
I decided to reorganize my masterlist because it was getting pretty long. So, once again, here’s the link to my Ao3 which does have more that I never cross posted here. My actual master lists are below.
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Summary: You’ve gone on vacation with Stray Kids and someone has noticed that you refuse to look at Changbin.
Pairing: Idol!Changbin x gn!reader
Warnings: fluff, a little sadness because of assumed one-sided feelings, Hyunjin is a traitor but we love him for it, love confession
WC: 1.1k
A/N: I may actually end up writing a fluffy confession fic for all the members at this rate. I have ideas for Jisung and Seungmin already and have already written Hyunjin, Chan, and Jeongin and now Changbin. I’m not promising anything, ‘cause if I do I won’t end up writing it. ‘Cause my brain hates promises apparently. But if anyone has any ideas for Felix and Lee Know, leave me a comment or message ‘cause I might actually manage it.
Masterlist
You lounged on one of the deck chairs, doing your damnedest to avoid looking at Changbin in the pool. To that end, and to try to avoid the others trying to get you into the water, you were holding a book in front of your face. Ostensibly, you were reading, in actuality, you were staring blankly at the pages and trying to pretend things were normal and that you weren’t internally spiraling. You looked up from not reading when water dripped down on you to see Hyunjin staring down at you.
“Hey Hyune,” you grinned up at him, genuinely happy to see him since it meant you weren’t fighting not to look at Changbin.
“Come with me for a minute?” he held out a hand to you which you accepted after marking your place. He seemed nervous as you followed him into the house.
You’d agreed to a secluded vacation with the whole group. They were between comebacks and had about a week of free time with no personal schedules either. The odds of that happening were insane, so you’d happily jumped at the chance to spend time with all of your friends at once. Had you realized you’d have this much of an issue, you maybe would’ve thought about it a little longer before agreeing.
The pair of you stepped into the cool house and you watched Hyunjin shiver slightly at the air conditioned air on wet skin. You looked more closely at your friend and noticed how nervous he seemed, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his swim trunks.
Finally, once out of sight of the pool on the back terrace, he turned to you. “We’re friends, right Y/N?”
“Of course. Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. You’ve been avoiding Bin all day. Like, you won’t even look at him. And I know you’re not reading that book – you haven’t turned a single page in at least an hour. What’s going on?”
You groaned, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes for a second, before deciding to answer. You had to let it out, had to tell someone. “How am I supposed to act normal when he’s just out here like that?! I mean, Hyune, it’s bad enough when he’s fully clothed. But shirtless? And wet? My god, the things I would let Bin do to me.”
“I mean, he has toned a lot more.”
“Do not put me on the same level as those shallow STAYs who only like him now for his abs, Hwang Hyunjin,” you pointed threateningly at him. Or at least, you meant it to be, but judging by the grin, the threat was lost on him. “The abs, glorious though they are, are not the issue here. The issue here, is Changbin and wet skin and I’m losing my mind!” Probably you should have regulated your volume, but as far as you were aware, everyone else was still outside playing in the water. “I…,” you paused for a second. “This is a secret, Hyunjin. Not a word to anyone, understood?” He nodded, eyes flicking over your shoulder like he was checking for eavesdroppers.
You sighed, deflating a little as you continued. “I love him. Like, I’m in love with Changbin and sometimes it’s harder to look at him than other times. Sometimes, looking at him reminds me that he’s not mine, never will be mine. So I just, don’t,” you shrugged, the gesture slow and defeated. It felt good to actually say it to someone and not to the empty air of your apartment, so you continued. “On particularly awful days, I can’t listen to him laugh even though his laugh would normally cheer me up. Today is one of those days that I can’t look at him without making myself sad about things that’ll never happen.”
Hyunjin nodded like he understood, but you tensed up as an arm wrapped around your waist from behind. “Thanks, Jinnie. I’ve got it from here.” Changbin’s voice so close to your ear had you freezing more than you already had. Hyunjin, the traitor, just nodded once and walked past the pair of you, back out to the pool you assumed.
You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the embarrassed tears that were building in your eyes. You felt Changbin moving, coming to stand in front of you, one of his hands staying on your waist. “Do you remember a couple years ago when I got sick? Had that sore throat and was whiney about it since it meant delaying recording?” You nodded without opening your eyes. “You came over with soup and bullied me into eating it and drinking that ginger tea you made.” You remembered. Changbin hated being sick and was a terror to be around when he was because he often refused help and insisted he could just ‘power through’ whatever illness he had. “The second night, when you lay beside me and made up stories to tell me? That was when I fell in love with you.” Your eyes flew open, incredulous. “Or at least, that’s when I realized it,” he smiled at you, soft, sweet, the thumb of his hand gently stroking your skin.
“I thought maybe you were mad at me, that’s why you weren’t talking to me or looking at me. So I asked Jinnie to talk to you for me. Figured if you were mad at me, you would be easier talking to someone else about it. But I also wanted to hear it from you, so I followed you. I’m not sorry though.” You chuckled a little and he grinned before bringing his other hand up to cup the side of your face, freezing you in place again. “I’m going to kiss you now, is that okay?”
“Please,” you cringed internally at how breathy your voice already sounded but couldn’t hold onto the embarrassed feeling as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. You melted into him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, tipping your head slightly in an invitation for him to deepen the kiss. His arm fully wrapped around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest, his other hand wrapping around the back of your neck.
Hours, days, could’ve passed by while he kissed you and you wouldn’t have noticed or cared. But eventually he pulled back slightly, both of you breathing heavily. He didn’t go far, leaning in to press quick, soft kisses even while you both tried to catch your breath, like he couldn’t bare to leave your lips for too long.
“Bin-ah? Y/N? You guys h – oops, sorry. I’ll just go now.” You turned to see Chan practically fleeing back outside.
You laughed, leaning into Changbin. “Suppose we should rejoin the rest, huh?”
“Do I get to kiss you in front of them?” he countered.
“Mm, depends. Are you my boyfriend now?”
His face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Yes! Absolutely! Shit, sorry, too close.”
You laughed again, despite the fact that he had shouted in your ears. “Then yes, you may kiss me in front of them.”
He stepped back, pumping his fist in victory. “Yes! Come on, baby, let’s go back outside.” You were still chuckling at him as he grabbed your hand and led you back out to the pool area.
[image description: image of an Aardvark with grey, yellow and white in the background. Text says “Parents say they just want you to be happy and get married” at the top and “Oxymoron” at the bottom.]
Here’s an old aro meme from 2011, which was before the rise of the “Ace Discourse” around 2015 (which may have started out as backlash in response to The Trevor Project deciding to include asexual people around that time). This meme format uses an aardvark to represent aromantic people. At the time, axolotls were often used in similar memes to represent asexuals, so the aromantic aardvark was chosen as the aromantic equivalent of the asexual axolotl. Aardvarks were considered to be somewhat of a mascot for the aromantic community for some time, though they have become less popular as a symbol in recent years.
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He can’t be alone where Chrissy died, but he can’t tell anyone that. So he sleeps in his van. Parks it down the street from Steve’s, close enough to see the light on in the living room. And Close enough to feel like he isn’t actually alone. It works for three nights but on the fourth, Steve finds him. There’s a knock on the driver’s window. Eddie jumps so hard he hits his head on the roof.
There’s Steve standing there in pajamas, hair a mess, holding a baseball bat like he was ready to swing. “Eddie? What are you doing here?”
“Shit—hey, Steve.” Eddie forces a laugh, scrubs a hand over his face. “Uh. Thought you’d be sleeping.”
Steve doesn’t buy it for a second. His eyes go sharp. “Are you okay? Are the kids—”
“God, no, they’re fine,” Eddie says fast. “It’s not—” He stops. Bites his lip hard, trying not to cry. His voice cracks anyway. “I can’t sleep in my trailer, man. I can’t even be near the thing. Ever since—”
He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.
And Steve’s face does something complicated. Then he just says, “Come inside.”
“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “I’m okay here. Really. Van’s got—” he gestures vaguely, “—seat reclines and everything.”
Steve stares at him. “Eddie.”
“I’m fine—”
“Like hell you are.” But Steve doesn’t push. Not yet. He just stands there in the cold for a minute, then says, “Lock your doors,” and goes back inside.
Eddie thinks that’s it. Until the storm hits two nights later.
Rain slams the van so hard it sounds like the sky’s splitting open. Thunder cracks and Eddie’s right back in the Upside Down, back with the bats, back with Chrissy—
The passenger door wrenches open. Steve’s soaked, furious, not asking this time. “Get inside. Now.”
“I—”
“Eddie, please.” Steve’s voice breaks. “I can’t sleep knowing you’re out here.” And Eddie looks at him. Rain in his eyelashes. Terrified and stubborn and so, so tired.
He climbs out of the van.
Steve doesn’t say I told you so. Just throws a blanket around his shoulders and walks him inside.
Eddie doesn’t want to move Hellfire. Changing the date is out of the question! No matter how much they insist, Eddie refuses to budge.
Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, and Erica complain to Steve about it. They ask him to do something to get Eddie to change the date. Steve tells them it’s impossible to change Eddie’s mind, especially regarding Hellfire, but given their persistence, he agrees to try, though he makes no promises; if Eddie won’t listen to them, he certainly won’t listen to him.
That same evening, Eddie is at Steve’s place, in the living room, having taken over his table to map out his new Campaign. Eddie is focused on a document when Steve comes up behind him and leans forward, planting both hands flat on the table and boxing Eddie in. Steve inhales before whispering into Eddie’s ear, “You should move Hellfire”. Eddie is completely out of touch with reality, and the only thing he manages to say is, “Okay”. Steve smiles and whispers, “Good boy,” letting his lips graze the shell of Eddie’s ear before pulling away completely and returning to what he was doing. Eddie remains motionless, trying to steady his racing heart and make sense of exactly what just happened.
The next day, Eddie announces that he has decided to change the date of the next Campaign. He gives no details and answers no questions. He tells them they should simply consider themselves lucky that, in his great kindness, he listened to their whining and approved their request.
(Since Hellfire takes place at Steve’s place, the boys and Erica assume that Steve simply needs to remind Eddie that it’s his house and he’s the one in charge and that, consequently, Hellfire has to be moved. When they asked him “to do something,” they meant “having an adult conversation.”)
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huge fan of the depth of a good purple but another area that draws me is definitely around aquamarine/turquoise/seafoam. you can not go wrong once the green starts getting just a tinge more blue. a gal could certainly do worse than to pull over there and stay a while
summary: it's hard to contain yourself around your boyfriend. especially when he's on stage
cw: suggestive, strong language (reader calls chan a whore lovingly), mentions of sex/sexual activities. MDNI
sc: 29
a/n: hey so it's been awhile. thought what better way to return than being horny about boys
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.
Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture
People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.
I had seen the first picture of the church, but not the second.
I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.
This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.
They were all children, injured, abused, and killed in my country’s attempt to erase them. I want the world to see this and hold the state accountable to *active* reconciliation> I mean we could at least truly adopt UNDRIP in action instead of words for god’s sake.
here you can read an article about a survivor of the church and some of the things he experienced to help put into perspective how awful and just how recent it was
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I love animation history and one of the things that always baffled me was how did animators draw the cars in 101 Dalmatians before the advent of computer graphics?
Any rigid solid object is extremely challenging for 2D artists to animate because if one stray line isn’t kept perfectly in check, the object will seem to wobble and shift unnaturally.
Even as early as the mid 80’s Disney was using a technique where they would animate a 3D object and then apply a 2D filter to it. This practice could be applied to any solid object a character interacts with: from lanterns a character is holding, to a book (like in Atlantis), or in the most extreme cases Cybernetic parts (like in Treasure Planet).
But 101 Dalmatians was made WAY before the advent of this technology. So how did they do the Cruella car chase sequence at the end of the film?
The answer is so simple I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner:
They just BUILT the models and painted them white with black outlines 🤣
That was the trick. They’re not actually 2D animated, they’re stop motion. They were physical models painted white and filmed on a white background. The black outlines become the lineart lines and they just xeroxed the frame onto an animation cel and painted it like any other 2D animated frame.
That’s how they did it! Isn’t that amazing? It’s such a simple low tech solution but it looks so cool in the final product.
There's an open pit in the middle of our office plan that drops down into a bunch of very sharp spikes that kill you instantly. This is bad. People keep falling in there and dying. Someone put a sign up, the other day, all bright yellow so you can't miss it, that says "Beware!!! Spikes!!!"
The office immediately split into two factions over it. One says that if anyone falls in the spike pit it's their own fault for being so stupid and not watching where they're walking, so we should remove the sign. The other says that the sign is an insult, there shouldn't be a spike pit in our office at all, and having the sign up like that is just normalising the existence of the spike pit, so we should remove the sign.
We ended up removing the sign. Probably for the better. Still... for a while there it looked like it might have worked...
Nobody has ever been capable of writing a scathingly harsh and well formulated satire about the perils of modern capitalism, that doesn't just get immediately one-upped by some random food service worker talking about their actual week.
