Idk if this is weird to say but I feel very happy that whenever you talk about your younger years, you say "secondary school" instead of "highschool" because I've never really seen another English-speaking person on the Internet use terms like that before.
Kinda unrelated question, but do you get the feeling that the English-speaking part of the Internet is very Americentric? And if so, does that annoy you?
I have noticed English speaking internet is very american-centric yeah 💔 I think everyone has except for maybe SOME (not all!!!) usamericans themselves. Like to an extent I get it, the us is a VERY big country, and other countries of a similar size are dominated by different languages so most people there wouldn't be on English internet spaces, so it makes sense that most English speaking Internet spaces would be us dominant. But... it gets to a point you know...
I actually made a post a while ago thats been going around again recently where I said how I just took a survey that asked what COUNTRY I was from and it had 5 different options for the US (like south/west) but one single option for the entire CONTINENT of Africa. Like is that not insane? 😭 yeah sure the us is "50 countries in a trench coat" while Africa is one single country with one single identical culture and I am not at all racist
Saw the Aki hc post. I found one thing we hc in common: he owns a motorbike. So I wanted to find out which model he owns?
From a fellow Aki enjoyer
I'm not actually that well versed in motorcycles uh,,, it just seemed like smth Akito would have lol,,, apologies,,, if you have a model in mind I'd love to see it :D
countless tears. endless nights spent with your head down. days where you’ve been unable to acknowledge the sun. it’s been months, you know it has, and you’re finally able to admit it to yourself. it’s over now, though. it’s done. you’re done.
“i’m done.” you say out loud, triumphantly brandishing your laptop in the air, though not in a manner too spirited. dropping $2000 worth of technology would put a damper on your rare good mood. “the chapter that had me stumped, i’m finally finished.”
“that’s great, baby!” jeno’s exclamation is muffled from under the throw blanket that’s eternally on your shared couch. it’d been yours before you’d moved in together, but now it fell comfortably in the shared asset category. you hear your boyfriend shed the blanket, groaning softly as he sits up and stretches before allowing his feet to settle on solid ground. his footsteps are subdued by his socks, the navy blue ones he only wears at home.
jeno drapes himself over the back of your chair, resting his chin lightly on top of your head. he radiates warmth. you allow yourself to sink back into him, just a little.
“what’s it about?” he murmurs into your hair. you steel yourself.
you breathe.
you speak.
“this chapter's about how you said there was nobody else, and then you got up and went to her house. over and over again, night after night.” jeno’s breath hitches, and the hands resting against your shoulders stiffen. you keep going. he doesn’t deserve the chance to pause and process everything: god knows he’d never extended you that courtesy.
“somebody saw you with her last night and sent me photos, so you can’t even deny it. you gave me your word, said stupid shit like ‘oh, don't worry about her,’ but i guess it’s my fault for even listening, huh?” the question is rhetorical, and you push on as you shift so jeno isn’t touching you anymore. you turn to face him.
“you’ve been reckless with me,” there is a tremor in your voice, backed by pure anger. “i hope she isn’t worth it in the slightest. i hope the two of you are perfect for each other in that you ruin each other, and i hope you both go to hell.”
you don’t give him a chance to respond, slamming your laptop shut before standing up from your place at the dining table. a friend of yours has been kind enough to sublet her place until your lease period ends as she’s out of the country for work, and you’ve been slowly but surely moving your essentials over to her place all this time. you’ve already signed your lease for a studio apartment for the upcoming year as well. the only duck you’d had left to get in a row had been the matter of dumping jeno, but as you hear a quiet, choked sob come from behind you, you can’t help but feel that you’re finally free.
Lena was wondering why so many people were staring at her with wide grins. She wondered if her sudden change of clothes were much too daring for the small village to see at that time of year, but she figured that couldn’t be the case… She bought this new uniform here.
The manakete looked over to Freya to ask her if she had something on her face, but she was already pointing her gaze up to fixate on the mistletoe that hung between them. Lena heard of this human tradition, they had to kiss… Right?
Leaning in, Lena rested her hand atop Freya’s head and placed a kiss on her temple. She leaned against the door frame with arms crossed with a smirk on her face.
