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[thepenguindoesstuff]

Uzi.

“UZI”

Uzi.

[itsmythang]

When Biden went a few days without a public appearance, MAGA diagnosed him with everything short of the plague. trump disappears for a week after another medical evaluation and suddenly, everyone is supposed to mind their business. 😂

Hunter Biden:

7 years sober today. Thank you to everyone who has walked this road with me.

Thousands of you have written to me about your recovery since I opened up about mine. Some of you are years sober. Some of you just made it through a hard day and wanted someone to know. And I will tell you what I tell everyone: you are not alone. You never are.

[tan-security-mira-hq]

<Grey walks into [whatever room Tan's in] looking guilty.>

Heyyy... Bud... You're not mad at me or anything right... ha... haha... ha...

- @mira-hq-pr-representative

Admin was empty, save for Tan and their child. Tan stood there, staring at the table, while their mini crewmate doodled a poor rendition of themselves on the floor. Hearing Grey, the head of security looked at them, their visor blank. "I dunno. Care to explain why you decided to abandon your post and lead me on a merry chase through the floor, when all I wanted to do was to check up on you?"

[allaboutynn]

can i request chill platonic cuddles with Babymonster Pharita?

BANANA MILK & BLANKET WARS

🪻 — Synopsis — Life in the BABYMONSTER dorm is chaotic, loud, and fueled by stolen snacks but sometimes, even the youngest members need a moment to breathe. As the 8th member and official baby of the group, you find comfort in quiet cuddles with Pharita until a third member crashes the moment and turns it into a full-on cuddle triangle.

⚠️ — Warnings — Excessive fluff and platonic cuddling, Chaotic dorm antics, Mild crack/humor

💬 — Rin — okay so this was so fun to write 😭

Dorm life with BABYMONSTER was like being in the middle of a never-ending reality show except there were no cameras, just a constant loop of chaotic energy, snack theft, and very questionable fashion choices. As the maknae and unofficial chaos magnet, you had long accepted that peace was a myth. But sometimes, between the dance practices and the members reenacting K-dramas at 2AM, there was a rare pocket of calm.

Today was one of those days. Kind of.

“Y/N, I swear if you stole my banana milk again—” Asa’s voice rang out from the kitchen like an angry cartoon character. You were currently buried under a fuzzy blanket on the couch, pretending you hadn’t just chugged said banana milk like it was oxygen.

“Banana milk? Never heard of her,” you called back, voice muffled.

“Your breath smells like betrayal!” Asa screeched.

“Leave her alone,” Pharita’s soft voice floated in as she entered the living room, a sleepy smile on her face. “She’s just a baby.”

“I’m fifteen” you shouted.

“Exactly. Baby,” Pharita said, already plopping down beside you and lifting the blanket to join the cuddle pile uninvited as if you’d ever say no.

You shuffled over to make space for her, and the two of you sat cocooned in the blanket, the dorm’s late afternoon light casting a sleepy haze over everything. Pharita tucked her legs under her and leaned into you with the kind of familiarity that only came after months of shared secrets, midnight snacks, and group crying over survival show footage.

“You feel like a human heater,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.

“You smell like banana milk,” she replied just as sleepily. “And lies.”

You grinned. “Compliments get you everywhere, Pita.”

“Good. Because I’m not moving.”

You weren’t either. The dorm was weirdly quiet for once. Ruka was still at dance practice, Chiquita and Asa had migrated to the kitchen for snacks (though there would probably be a wrestling match about the last yogurt soon), and Rora, Ahyeon, and Haram were in a heated debate about whether a hot dog was a sandwich in the other room.

Which meant: rare silence, soft blanket, and Pharita cuddles. Heaven.

“Do you ever think about how weird it is that we live together now?” you asked, head resting against her shoulder.

“Every day,” she said without hesitation. “I used to think idols slept in gold bunk beds and had robot assistants.”

You snorted. “We sleep on mattresses thinner than my last report card.”

“And our robot assistant is just Chiquita yelling ‘WAKE UP’ every morning.”

You both burst into soft laughter, which fizzled into comfortable silence again. Her arm was looped lazily around your shoulders, fingers tracing idle circles into your arm.

“You okay?” she asked after a minute, her voice quieter now. “You’ve been quieter today.”

You blinked slowly. “Just tired. Mentally. You ever feel like your brain’s a phone with five percent battery left, and everyone keeps opening apps?”

Pharita made a noise of agreement. “All the time. Especially when Rora starts talking about MBTI again.”

“God, save us,” you whispered dramatically.

Another beat of silence. She adjusted the blanket so it covered your toes. You peeked at her face, her features were relaxed, eyes half-lidded, her lips curled in that tiny, gentle smile she wore when she was most at peace.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you joined the cuddle pile.”

“Yn, You are the cuddle pile.”

You grinned. “Facts.”

“Also, you didn’t deny stealing the banana milk.”

You gave her your most innocent look. “Did you see me drink it?”

“No.”

“Exactly.” You snapped your fingers “Circumstantial guilt,” she muttered, but didn’t pull away. If anything, she snuggled closer.

Just then, chaos re-entered the scene like a sitcom cue.

The dorm door banged open. “Yn! Have you seen my…OH. Oh, I see. So this is where the betrayal is happening,” Haram said dramatically from the entrance, holding a half-open yogurt tube and a broken heart.

“We’re having a moment” Pharita hissed like an angry cat.

“Moment of treachery,” Rami mumbled, tossing the yogurt in the air and catching it like she was about to duel someone.

“Get in or get out,” you offered, patting the blanket.

Rami raised an eyebrow. “Three’s a cuddle crowd.”

“Three’s a cuddle triangle” you corrected.

“Fine,” Rami muttered, joining reluctantly except she immediately melted into the warmth like she hadn’t been fake-mad five seconds ago. You were now squished between Pharita and Rami, which would have been uncomfortable if it wasn’t exactly what you needed.

“Okay but seriously,” Pharita whispered after a few moments of peaceful silence, “how do you always smell like fabric softener?”

“Secret maknae powers,” you said sleepily. “We release calming scents to keep the unnies in line.”

“That explains nothing” Haram muttered.

“Shh. Let her have this.”

As the sun dipped lower and the dorm filled with the distant sounds of bickering from the kitchen and a very loud hot dog debate intensifying in the hallway, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt into the moment. This was the part they never showed in the behind-the-scenes clips. the unfiltered affection, the quiet understanding, the way one group hug could reset your soul after a rough week.

You peeked up at Pharita, who looked down at you at the same time. There was something unspoken in her expression. tired but soft, emotionally present even in the haze of exhaustion.

“You’re a really good friend, you know that?” you mumbled.

Pharita blinked slowly. “You’re just saying that because I give you half my ramen.”

“That’s, like, eighty percent of friendship.”

“And the other twenty?”

“You holding me like a human security blanket.”

She smiled so wide. “Then I must be best friend of the year.”

“No, that’s Asa. She opened my fruit jelly last night when I couldn’t.”

“I saw that. You screamed like you won a Grammy.”

“I would like to thank my teeth, for failing me in my time of need.”

“Tragic,” Pharita sighed. “You deserve an award for surviving this dorm.”

You stretched slightly, only to bonk your forehead into Haram’s shoulder. “We all do. Honestly, we should unionize.”

“For what? Better blanket distribution?” Haram grumbled, half-asleep.

“Yes. And snack equality.”

And just like that, all three of you devolved into tired laughter again.

As night settled in and the dorm slowly buzzed back to life. Asa stomping down the hall because Chiquita finished the last ice cream, Rora yelling “IT’S A TACO NOT A SANDWICH,” and Ahyeon singing high notes in the shower the three of you remained in your cocoon of calm.

And before you drifted off, Pharita whispered something so soft you almost missed it.

“I’m really glad we have you, Yn”

Your heart stuttered.

You didn’t say anything back. You just squeezed her hand under the blanket and hoped she understood.

Because honestly?

You were really glad you had her too.

✰ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

[justiceiscalling]

Asian Tim has always been pretty 50/50 for me in the comics that boy is as paper white trash as they come. He reminds me of a british private school kid. Smart n‘ socially aware but still somehow exhibits white boy behaviour.

Now I can subscribe to wasian Tim because you can still be heavily white passing and asian and Janet Drake is a severely underdeveloped part of his backstory especially notable since she died in his early teens so he still has memory of her.

Janet herself could be half asian or asian.

The final concern I have is stereotypes.

Ahem… tim is the smart robin in fandom and to DC editorial.

I‘m fine if it does become canon but as a fully black person I think It’s fine to be a fan of a mostly white family representation comes from writing characters with the intent of exploring all of their identity and not necessarily retroactively rewriting them which can ruin what made the original aspects of their character effective in the first place.

For the longest time Tim Drake been in my head as the privileged white robin that had a choice to cover his ears and live comfortably without interacting with the suffering around him. He saw someone with a similar privilege position as him (Bruce Wayne) spiralling.

A man who choose to try and fix the city in his own way for it the continuing to destroy what he loves for his efforts, and ultimately came to the decision that he can just stand idle anymore, even if it meant fighting the worst of the worst himself.

Either way I think it’s all interesting and fandom and comic writers will write characters as they see fit.

as someone who sees tim as wasian, i agree with what you’re saying. race swapping already canon characters has proven to not work out amongst the fans (example: tim drake in the tv show ‘titans’). i myself have a large hatred for unnecessary race swaps for diversity points.

i, however, don’t hate wasian tim. i understand that the stereotype is off putting, and sometimes distasteful, but i started in this fandom fully believing tim was asian. i found a tumblr post on asian tim, saw a few people give him asian face clams, saw a comic excerpt where i simply assumed he was asian, and saw someone hating on the live action tim drake for not being asian. obviously, you can understand my confusion. even when i started reading comics i just assumed he was wasian. imagine my surprise when i find out that man was white.

anyway, that’s why i love it. not because he fits asian stereotypes, but because when i first began in this fandom as a little baby many years ago, i fully believed he was asian and now its hard to seem him as anything else.

i will admit, race swapping in the batfamily is insanely unnecessary. they have their POC characters and if people want more than simply make more, as hypocritical as i sound, don’t change an already developed character to scratch an itch.

all in all, yeah, wasian tim is a ‘eh’ talking point. about as much as hispanic jason todd (don’t get me started on how distasteful that is) and lady shivas son jason todd (wow, anything but white, huh jay?). i obviously feel less strongly for tim since i knew him as asian for about as long as i’ve been a fan. yes it can be distasteful. it’s one of those things you just smile and nod at and tell your kid ‘don’t look over there sweetie.’

TLDR; i get how race swapping tim can be bad and i fully understand why people hate it. how i see it, if you don’t change anything about the characters background, and don’t force any stereotypes, it can maybe be okay.

[defenestratez]

Tbh this entire discourse is shattering my trust in trans women and I hate it. Everything from the rape threats to the malgendering to the inter/exor/sexism. I really am beginning to wonder how many transfems are secretly like this.

I understand how easy it is to feel like this when you look at who is saying it online. Not all trans women are like this. Hell a lot of them aren't like this. Remember to take breaks when people on this site get too much. Your identity is valid and so are your fears 🫶

[selineram3421]

How do you think Alastor found out he could turn his head in ways his normal human body couldn’t?

I honestly wouldn't know but I bet it was funny for him.