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“Cringe culture is dead” isn’t just about letting 15 year olds cosplay MHA (but is also an issue). It’s about letting 50 year olds dance at clubs even if they’re “bad at it”, it’s about letting 10 year old’s wear random bits of clothes to make an outfit that’s “weird”, it’s about letting adult men experiment with artsy makeup looks even when they’re “messy”, it’s about letting teens scream music even if they “sound bad”.

“Cringe culture is dead” means letting people learn new hobbies at any age, experiment with their identity at any time, expressing themselves in ways outside the norm just as much as it means let 20 year olds play roblox. 

Cringe culture is just social norms being forced on people rebelling against societies value consensus, it’s keeping people in brackets that are easier to market to. 

Let cringe culture be dead in every aspect of life outside online spaces.

Just To Keep You Safe, Of Course! Pt 3

Part One: https://www.tumblr.com/roseyjean/761273592859213824/just-to-keep-you-safe-of-course?source=share

Part Two: https://www.tumblr.com/roseyjean/762194711245144064/just-to-keep-you-safe-of-course-pt-2?source=share

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Contains/Warnings: Slightly ooc Ranpo, obsession, yanderism, worship (ish), a dead body, some gore but not explicit, mentions of YNs past bad relationship, some manipulation, a smidge of fluff and a dash of suggestiveness at the end (if you're dirty-minded like me)

A/N: I'm sorry that for right now this is just images of what I wrote and that my handwriting sucks, but I can't find the motivation to actually copy out part three (the conclusion whoop whoop) and it's like- five pages. Some point I'll copy it out, but for right now ur gonna have to squint sorry. For right now there's no green marked parts obviously so it's up to your interpretations

I listened to: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/39pNfPYZnQJSbfGpUt9Gat?si=h-U5c-IBQFOJwfq7v7Pbug&pi=M24fQlbNQ0O8E while I worked

It's fairly late as you make your way back to your apartment. Your mind is still on the kiss. It was so swift wnd soft, you'd barely had any time to taste the sugar that lingered on his lips. The very thought of kissing him more made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You were a little glad he hadn't returned to the shop. You're not sure how you would've acted.

But you did wonder why he hadn't come back. It was possible that the case Poe had for him was just taking longer then expected. Or he'd gotten distracted. Or just forgotten to come back.

Whatever the case, you hoped to see him tomorrow. He was absolutely amazing. You didn't think you'd ever fallen for a guy as hard as you'd fallen for Ranpo. You'd noticed the way Poe had looked at you from the corner of your eye. And you'd heard the tinge of jealousy in Ranpo's tone. You were honestly flattered somebody would get jealous because of you.

You really needed to figure out a way to tell Ranpo just how much you liked him.

Walking past an alley, you see a glint of metal, and you walked closer to investigate. You stepped around some boxes and what you saw made you cover your mouth in horror. One of your ex-boyfriends laid there, dead, his chest slashed open. He'd been probably the worst one of your exes- verbal abuse, never touched you, treated you like crap. It had taken you forever to gain the courage to leave him. And you still had some issues, even a few years later.

You took a step back. The body was very fresh- blood oozing from the deep slashes on his chest, staining his clothes. The blood was still a bright crimson, blood still slowly pooling around his body. It was fresh.

You didn't know how fresh. And you didn't want to touch the body to find out.

You swallow back the bile rising in your throat and step back even more, rooting through your pockets for your phone. When you pull it out, your hands are shaky and sweaty, and your phone slides out of your hands and lands on the pavement with a clatter. You scoop it up. It's chipped in the corner but it still works perfectly fine.

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, another around your wrist and twisting cruelly. You cry out in pain, muffled by the leather of the glove and the person's hand, and your phone falls to the ground. Your heart drops when you hear it shatter.

You don't know what else to do, so you bite the person' hand. Your self defense knowledge is shoddy at best, but instinct tells you to rear back and kick the person in the kneecap. You scoop up your phone and start running down the sidewalk. You need to get to a police station, ASAP.

You're running so fast that you don't even notice the person walking towards you, until you run into them. They grab your arms and you flail.

"Y/N! It's me! Calm down!"

You recognized his voice immediately and hug him tight, tucking yourself into his arms. "Ranpo!"

*sobs in only 337* guys I'm not very active

I need to post part 3 of my yan ranpo fic but I'm so lazy

This will probably fail but uh, I’m curious, how many posts does your main blog have??

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