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I want to rage, to erase this crushing sense of helplessness in my lungs. To snarl instead of sobbing. I wanted to be shocked at this injustice. To be surprised and treat this as a horrific incident and not just a symptom of a bigger problem.

But I've witnessed how racist bigots reacted to Floyd, the instinctive racist response and "jokes" when people identified China as the one who was at fault with the whole COVID-situation, and how I immediately thought that those "low-key" racist thoughts will escalate someday to deadly actions. I listened to some of my friends when they said that I'm exaggerating.

And I wish- I wish I was. I wished that they were right and I was wrong. But look at our bloodied history. Look at where we are now.

One step forward, eight bloody steps back.

☃︎𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍☃︎

“let’s have our own little winter adventures” you say smiling brightly at Taehyung, he gave you his signature boxy smile. His bed hair making him look so gentle and cuddly, you’ve loved staying in bed with Taehyung all morning but now you were restless and the freshly fallen snow is awaiting for your arrival.

“as long as I’m with you honey, I’ll go anywhere,” he says in a raspy voice. You smile and tap his chest at his corniness, he can be really cute when he wanted to be sometimes.

“mmmm can we go ice skating?” you ask.

“yes” he nods.

“hmmm, can we goooo make gingerbread cookies?” you challenge. He chuckles and pulls you in closer for a kiss, “yes, of course we can” he replies.

“what about making snow angels?” smiling Taehyung looks into your eyes and leans in again despite both of your morning breaths. He would always say no amount of any smell, person, place, or thing can prevent him from giving you morning kisses.

“any” he presses your lips together.

“where” he says and kisses you for the third time in the span of ten minutes.

“i love you Kim Taehyung” you smile pressing your forehead against his. He lets out a deep throaty laugh, his morning voice still prominent as ever.

“yeah? how much do you love me babygirl?” he asks a common tradition between the two of you.

“more than jingle bells and snow angels” you joke, he smiles widely.

“wow that’s an awful lot of love sweetheart.”

“mhmm I know. How much do you love me Tae?” you ask already knowing the answer, Taehyung smirks forehead still on yours. It was such a serene moment your heart was swelling bigger than the grinch after he had learned of what love is.

do we really live in a world like this? where we judge people for the weight of their body and not the weight of their characteristics? do we really? how have we even evolved as humans if this is the type of shit people have to face?

jungkook didn’t like the look on your face one bit; like you were figuring out ways to break him through that pretty, scary little head of yours.

muses. jungkook x alien!reader

genre. r 18+, explicit | space au

wc. 6000+

content(s). kook is handcuffed with no pants, interrogations, mentions of amnesia, blowjob, cunnilingus, foreplay, a lot of bantering, overall it’s sex, you know the drill, i’m such a noob at listing stuff pls don’t bully me

notes. this was nearly 7000 words of just smut itself (chuckles) i’m in danger..

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

Your voice twisted wryly, “I don’t remember much of anything. Least of all who I am, or why everyone is after me. That’s why I brought you here. You’re going to supply me with some much-needed answers.”

in my perspective, woojin’s apology was so insincere. first of all, he called the accusations “weird rumours”. woojin, those are not just some rumours, those are serious claims which should not be taken lightly. the fact he called them “rumours” was a red flag to me. second point, he claimed he had never met this person or had been to that place when the victim never revealed themselves nor revealed where it took place. he was so quick to defend himself, he never realised that the information was never released. last but not least, he promoted himself and said he was preparing for his activities soon. the audacity he has to promote his music while trying to “apologise” to his victims. his company might release a statement regarding these accusations.

now i know this happened recently, but i believe in being on the victims’ side. this could be the “personal reasons” behind woojin’s departure and jyp not disclosing his reasons of doing so. its not easy for victims to come out and share their stories.

what we are going to do is to not drag skz into this as they have no involvement whatsoever. this is not an excuse to hate the boys because of someone else’s wrongdoings. we are standing by skz and supporting their release of in life. remember, skz are now 8 members.

if you are a victim or know someone who’s a victim of sexual violence, don’t hesitate to file a report, tell someone you trust or contact RAINN - they help victims of sexual violence. if you cannot contact RAINN you can contact your country’s hotline.

(Hybrid au) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Mafia au) 

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer. 

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok, 

Genre: Hybrid au, Polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Tags:  Domestic abuse, references to sexual abuse- and choosing to have sex even though you’ve been through sa, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, mute characters, brief gore at the end, pregnant m/c, frottage, marking kink, fingering, oral f. receiving, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied death but dont worry I do not write MCD!!!!

A/n: just for posterity’s sake! i was drunk when i posted this! enjoy! full gangbang comes in (y/n) next chapter! (oh god im going to hell).

W/c: 10.5k

Song Rec: Like Real People do ~ Hozier

~ Series Masterlist ~

2 Years Earlier

-  If Jeon Jungkook where so esoterically inclined, he would write a book on how he had become the most dangerous man in the underworld. It would be a short book though; because Jungkook had only 2 rules for himself. The first was to always get up after he’d been hit during a fight (even if it took him a second) and the second was to know when to mind his own business. 

- Jungkook was always able to get up after being hit, Even when he’d been a street kid, with not a penny to his name and a whole lot of anger in his mouth. ready to spit vitriol at anyone who would pause and listen. He’d always been able to get up. The pain giving him a kind of sick clarity that he eventually sought out instead of tried to escape. Jungkook could never think as clearly as he did during a fight; or when he was in pain. And that was probably because of his father. 

- But whatever. That man was 6 feet under along with his mother. He didn’t have a lot of time or energy to put into dealing with that trauma. Most of his energy went into staying alive. Even now- when living and surviving teetered on the same edge. Jungkook had more pressing matters to tend to than dealing with his own fragile mind. 

- The way he would get up and hop around for a second to soak in the clarity after being hit during a scuffle was one of the reasons why he’d been given his street name: The Playboy Bunny; further set in stone with his tattoo of the same moniker under his left eye. A cheekbone he’d tap and say “you want to hit me? why don’t you try your luck and see how well it turns out for you.” 

- He was doing reconnaissance, checking up on the leader of another gang. Sneaking around the back alley with his hood up and his glasses on- disguising his black eye that was sure to get more than a few looks from passers-by. The ears of the playboy bunny tattoo peeking out over the top of his mask. 

- He keeps his eyes on the crowd waiting for some sort of handoff- to see anything at all. But he’d lost his target through the crowd and has no drive to find them in the dizzying rush of people and umbrellas. Not yet. Not when the hum of addiction lurks in his veins. 

- Jungkook pauses, lighting a cigarette, when a commotion to the side, hidden around a corner- blurs his concentration- the world snapping back into focus when he sinks his fingernails into his palm. Terse voices. A couple fighting in the alleyway perpendicular to his. 

- Minding his own business was a particular skill of his- it took one kind of person to know when to step in, and another to know which problems weren’t worth the headache. And unless it involved the acquisition money or some step therein, it wasn’t a problem worth getting into in Jungkook’s opinion.

- But Jungkook can’t stop his ears from hearing snippets of conversation, a low and angry male voice. The sound of a smack. “You just had to embarrass me like that, didn’t you? First, you come out dressed like a slob and then you act like a fucking whore- I swear if I see you give eyes to another man this week I’ll beat you five ways to Sunday”

- The sound of a soft female voice, so quiet- almost indistinguishable from the pouring rain, “I wasn’t-” another smack.

- Jungkook has been hit so many times he knows the sound of it, the ragged gasp the woman lets out, also quite- like even the pain takes up too much space. 

- His body starts to move before his mind thinks it through as he gives up position in favor of investigating the noise. There he sees it, ivy growing up the wall next to the back exit of some restaurant. A woman, small crouching in front of a grotesque man. A baggy coat buttoned tight around her small form. hair swept back in a tight bun. Red lipstick smudged. Though you check your hands and think its blood for a moment before you remember you’re wearing it. 

- Jungkook waits for a moment before he watches you stand on shaky legs. you get up. 

- The rest of the underworld might be old grudges and blood feuds but Jungkook was only here to be a businessman. He didn’t have time for ego and arrogance, let alone time for altruism… 

- Usually. 

Genre: hybrid au, polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok,

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer. 

Tags: Hurt/comfort, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, low self-worth, bonding over trauma, themes of healing, mute characters, scent-marking, brief gore, themes of deception, complex characters 

W/c: 10.6k

Song Rec: Hozier ~ Eden

Series Masterlist 

An informative bulletin on Hybrid sense of Smell:

Out of all of the positives that hybrids inherit from their animal dna- their sense of smell is simply unparalleled. It’s one of the more peculiar and therefore interesting subsets of hybrid behavior. Hybrid sense of smell is just like any of the other senses though, in terms of the amount of sensory information contained, it is more on par with sight than the fragile human nose. It is possible that the vast majority of hybrid to hybrid communication is completely pheromonal. most scent glands are found on the wrists and neck.  

When an owner or human initially comes into contact with a hybrid, the flush of new sensory information will be hard to parse out for most hybrids (and all but those with the most sensitive smell). At first, a hybrid will only be able to sense if you are feeling “good” or “bad” the same way we can often only tell when food smells good or bad. 

But as time goes on, and hybrids become more accustomed to the particular hormonal balance of their humans they become more adept at deciphering their emotional state through their scent. Eventually, a person smelling simply ‘happy’ or ‘sad’ becomes “amused” and “contemplative” or any other host of emotions.  This is one of the reasons why hybrids make intense emotional partners, as hybrids become accustomed to their owners or pack mates and they become extremely attuned. Some hybrids are even able to smell their female owner’s ovulation cycle and if they’re pregnant before the owner themselves. 

Scent is one of the most highly individualized parts of hybrid society, with no two hybrids smelling exactly the same (some exceptions can be made for close siblings and twins) scent-marking behavior is something commonly seen only between hybrids and their owners, as well as between hybrids in the same pack. As scent-marking leaves sort of an imprint of hybrid’s emotional state on their partner. It is also a nonverbal queue for other hybrids “this person makes me very happy- please be kind to them for me” or “this is my human, please stay away” a negative impression will also be left on a human if they cause a hybrid distress.

Of course, certain species hybrids are more adept at this kind of empathy than others, with rabbit hybrids having the most sensitive sense of smell and therefore pungent scents, and most exotic hybrids including bird hybrids and snake hybrids, having a less sensitive nose and more mild scents which are harder to discern.

Many other tidbits of information can be conveyed through scents, weather a possible partner will be compatible for a heat/rut cycle, if they are upset and if they are injured or hurt, and their emotional state. There is even some debate that deception can be gleaned through scent (but that claim will need further research).

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- You wake with a start, started into wakefulness by a piercing shriek and then shouting. Out of all of the times you’ve suddenly woken out of a dead sleep this is by far the least violent. There isn’t anyone in your room but you, the covers overly warm, golden early morning light seeping through the windows, peaceful and idyllic. 

- it isn’t one of the times that your late husband had dragged you out of the bed, kicking and screaming because he’d found something on your phone, a strange charge on your credit card, or woken to the feel of him above you, or woken to his screaming at Namjoon. 

- You tell yourself that it’s just any other day, that this morning isn’t one of those. but your heart dosent understands that. thundering, your hands shaking. 

- The days when you wake up slowly in Namjoon’s arms- those are the best mornings. But Namjoon isn’t next to you- and somehow your heart won’t start shuddering. Namjoon isn’t here and you want him there and your mind somewhere else entirely as you shakily exit your bedroom, tying your robe around you deftly. 

- One benefit of living in an old house is that you can hear nearly everything that goes on, and you can hear Jimin’s words below you “Yoongi- don’t look” 

also disney:

BUT SO DOES KIM TAEHYUNG

Blinks: But really they did (insert achievement here)

Me: okay, then they should also be held accountable for their countless instances of cultural appropriation!

Blinks: No!!!!! it’s all Yg’s fault!!!! they’re sabotaging the group!!! the girls have very little control over their lives or their songs and music videos!

Me: are you saying they have no control over their content so they can’t be held accountable for it’s impact? or that they do have control over what they do and therefore should apologize when they act without racial sensitivity? If they have any creative agency at all and aren’t just puppets of the industry then they need to be heald accountable.