Let’s talk about the Model Minority Myth. This stereotype is so incredibly harmful to Asian American and Pacific Islanders as it minimizes the oppression AAPI actually face. Not only this, but the Model Minority Myth pits different groups of marginalized voices against each other when really we need to be standing strong together!
Breaking it out a bit from JK centric (Namkook) centric post to do a mini Rap-line analysis.
We’ll be looking at their Moon, Venus, Mars.
Signature, Style and Strengths
[Below Cut: Signature + Consistency - Style + Lyricism + JK’s admiration for Rapline]
(Attaches multiple gif and jpg receipts from Bon Voyage)
1 BUDGETING
They legit trusted him with their money from the get go!
He gave them all money equally and they all listened to him to know how much they will all spend!
And he was really responsible in budgeting and accounting the money to last euro/ krone for them all.
2 GROCERY
He was present in all grocery trips except for the Namjin one.
And he knew which items to buy for the dishes they wanted to make.
He also thought about what the other members wanted when they did their grocery shopping.
And yes, he settles the bill. Everyone else can carry the stuff for him.
3 COOKING
Jin cooks complicated shit but Yoongi will definitely not let them go hungry even if it is just Ramen and Meat all the way! LOL
He was legit always in the kitchen during cooking time!
AND AND AND! He always made sure that he served the kids first before he digs in. He kept counting the bowls and split the ramen to make sure everyone had some.
When he was cooking the meat, he kept standing up to cook while the others ate. And when they were grilling sausages, he told Jimin to give Jungkook some coz the maknae hasn’t tasted it while he was cooking ramen inside the van.
4 CLEAN UP
When everyone was packing to leave, he was still picking up the mess after everyone.
He was barely awake but he started cleaning up when they were in the camp.
He even takes the trash out. (a.k.a. Yoongi taking us out)
Ok… we know he hates washing dishes (I do too) but they have Jimin for that.
and Kookie is the official laundry man…
And as a BONUS for the KIDS…
He loves spoiling them… He always buy them ice cream!!
He loves them so much and will take care of them. It might not be obvious, but he will do it without being told. He is a responsible hyung.
SO IN CONCLUSION…
as long as Namjoon doesn’t break things faster than Yoongi can fix em
P.S. The Yoongi is a lazy ass joke is sooo old. He loves sleep…who doesn’t? When you work as hard as him… You’ll also miss normal sleep and catch naps where ever and whenever you can. You’ll probably love sleep and treasure it all the more…
This is awesome. Yoongi is awesome. Also, Jimin (our cute little dishwasher), makes a pretty good errand boy… doesn’t even hesitate when Yoongi-hyung asks him to go buy the food. ♥
(side note, that lazy Gramps joke is actually ableist at this point, since he’s openly discussed depression.. lethargy, lack of motivation, fatigue, and insomnia are all classic symptoms of depression, so please refrain from here on!)
Omygod! This. True. Yes. Thank You! It is actually amazing how driven he is and how much he achieved given what he is dealing with. (I’m getting emotional again)
“Those poor boys”
“She deserves to be punished too.”
“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”
“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”
“She put herself in harm’s way”
“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”
“She ruined their lives.”
“Well she didn’t exactly say ‘no’..”
“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”
“Boys will be boys!”
“She should know better than to drink at a party…”
Cannot not reblog.
“She should have tried to enjoy–”
“She’s just saying something now for atten-“
boy am i glad this has so many notes
“But he’s a dude. That’s not ra-”
“He should’ve enjoyed it.”
“She must’ve lead him on.”
“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “
“She’s slept with so many people! She’s a slut-“
“Get over it, at least you’re still a virgin”
“Women can’t rape because…”
“Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”
“I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”
“You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”
“She shouldn’t have posted provocative photos!”
“She shouldn’t have been dressed like that … she was asking for it!”
“It’s the woman’s responsibility to not put herself in dangerous situations, she should have been more aware.”
reblogging because it’s gotten even better since last time
I love this post!
“Well he paid for dinner, she kind of owed him.”
“She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.”
“Oral isn’t rape.”
“Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.”
“Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!”
“She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.”
A good post
the day I do not reblog this is the day I’m buried six feet under
- welcome to Bullying™. you can never leave
- everyone hates you and you don’t know why
- you are disappointing your parents. you have no idea how, but you know you are
- people keep taking you on as a pet project
- you spin between “academic genius” and “profound special needs” daily
- a lady takes you out of class to play with blocks and answer mental math problems. the reason why she does this is never explained
- why is everyone so mean?????? to you? to each other?????? does not compute
- you try to be funny. you fail. spectacularly.
- it feels like the whole world wants to kick your ass
- “stop that filthy habit [that comforts you in times of stress that you don’t even realise you’re doing]”
- fuck
One thing I’ve learned in life, if you act really self-assured and confident you can pretty much get away with anything.
For example, I’ve watched someone walk on to a plane with no passport. Just walked right on.
Once walked out of a dude’s house with a pair of his pants slung over my shoulder. Did all the usual eye-contact, saying-goodbye movements and noises, just… while stealing his pants. He did not notice.
I told my English teacher that she graded my final paper(I did not turn one in) and that she told me it was well written. She scrambled 3 days trying to find the nonexistent paper, then apologized to me for losing it and gave me a 96%. Confidence is key
my dad’s mate just walked out of a shop with a canoe and didn’t get questioned
Humans are like bees: if they sense you’re an intruder all hell will break loose, but if you get inside the hive they just assume you belong there. Be confident.
Bee confident
This is funny but also true, and a huge tip when traveling. Act like you belong, and you won’t be bothered like other tourists might. Especially on public transportation… do your research ahead of time and look like a disinterested commuter and you’ll blend right in.
Fun Fact about Bees: they use pheromones to communicate and the pheromone to signal ALARM is the same chemical that makes bananas smell like bananas so if you eat a banana and then breathe on a beehive you will regret it and this seemed relevant when i started writing it
That I was out playing pokemon go, and people all over the world had started seeing this new pokemon popping up. Like out of nowhere this little thing started appearing occasionally. No word from Nyantic or The Pokemon Company about when or why they had released it. The pokemon was called “sleepytired” and it looked like this.
And you couldn’t catch it, the ball would just go straight through it. People were data mining and shit trying to figure out how to catch this thing but they couldn’t. Eventually they would just have to give up and leave the encounter. After a few weeks of people reporting sightings of it, and no word from Nyantic, some creepy shit started happening…
What started happening was, if you entered an encounter with a “sleepytired” with the AR on it would manifest in the real world. But it wouldn’t do anything. It would just float there, watching.
So people being curious started doing this whenever they could, and these things would just manifest and stay there. Obviously this was causing problems because these things would just be floating menacingly in local parks and in the local McDonald. And they couldn’t be moved, because anyone who tried to move them or touch them would be struck by sudden, intense, chronic fatigue that seemingly had no cure.
The last part of the dream I remember was watching a news broadcast telling people that pokemon go was now illegal, and to avoid touching or disturbing the creepy little things that are now just about everywhere.
Let’s play a game. It’s called “How many signs of neurodivergence did I show as a child and completely ignore until now?”
*watches recipe in cookbook*
Okay so I need 3 eggs
*walks over the fridge*
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*opens fridge*
Wait was it 2 eggs
you have the right to whatever goals and aspirations you have for your appearance if it’s healthy. you wanna lose or gain some weight? you wanna clear up your skin? you wanna grow out your hair? good for you, make yourself happy! but remember that you are already so beautiful and worthy exactly how you are and you don’t have to change your appearance for anyone else
The coping mechanisms that I’ve outgrown:
Avoiding, ignoring, staying passive, hiding, shirking responsibility, blaming and pitying myself
The coping mechanisms growing in their place:
Accepting, feeling, actively searching, listening to my inner dialogue, awareness, communicating my needs, respecting my agency and owning my actions
I have this theory: Love gets in through the cracks.
It’s like this: You are born with cracks. Lots of them, thousands of them perhaps and they make up the crackling texture of your hair, the crooked set of your teeth, the hopscotch pattern of your spine. There are little cracks, so small that they are rendered nearly insignificant. But only just nearly. The way you look when you laugh or the fact that you never quite learned how to parallel park. And yes, there are some big ones too like the way that you use words like whips when you’re angry or that you have the work ethic of a sleepy tortoise or that you can’t decide on a pizza place let alone a career path. And still, there are even bigger cracks. Ones that have fault lines named after people and epicenters that metastasize until the aftershocks rupture all over your body. Those are the worst.
And pretty soon, without your consent or even prior knowledge, your life becomes about filling in these cracks, about walking along them with a bucket of wet cement that pours and pours until it must be refilled. And then it pours again.
Your parents create some cracks because they’re human and they can’t help it. And you forgive them because they heal a lot of the cracks the world leaves behind like footprints too.That’s one of the first lessons you learn as you grow - that to be human is to leave cracks in some places and fill them up in others and hope to God that you heal more than you hurt. Someone else’s words act like the head of a pin on the surface of a frozen lake and you realize that words can create the deepest cracks of all.
Over time, you get pretty good at the pouring, at pretending that some of the cracks don’t exist and the ones that do don’t really matter. Daisies bloom out of some of the cracks and roaches crawl in others, like a miniature concrete jungle sprawling on the warped expanse of your heart.
And then you fall in love. Oh man, you fall in love and suddenly all you want to do is lovingly trace your fingertips over all the cracks in someone else’s soul. You are devastated, laid bare, by the ever shifting landscape of their hurt, of the way the ley lines dart away from your touch. Because in some ways, it’s easier to hurt than be healed. It’s easier to feel the pain than acknowledge that it’s there.
You pour every ounce of understanding and compassion that you have into them. Because that’s what love is, isn’t it? Using parts of yourself to fill in the holes someone else has never been able to fill.
So they leave. You have nothing left to give and they have nothing left to take so they leave. And you break. Like an old piece of pottery knocked over by a clumsy child, the break starts at the point of impact and stretches over your entire being from there. Every crack that has ever been filled reopens and some new ones spawn where you didn’t know cracks could go. There is a great, big yawning canyon gnawing away at your bones and you have nothing else to live for so you let it.
For a long time, you are fracture points and break lines and blurry x-rays that make nothing clear except that you are broken and your bones are not knitting themselves back together as they should. But not forever.
No, not forever because one day your kid cousin comes to visit and you haven’t seen them in ages but they throw their chubby arms around your neck and knobby knees around your waist. And you don’t feel it, not yet, but something in you heals. Something small, but something nonetheless. And on another day, you can’t sleep so you slip out of bed early enough for the birds to greet you with their chipper song and the sunrise is so beautiful. Like a star bursting across the horizon in shades of magenta and opal and raspberry pink. You smile for the first time in a while. And something else comes back together. You try yoga, decide that it’s for the birds and start running during the evenings to work off the ice cream weight. Your lungs burn and the soles of your feet itch and a cramp is eating away at your side but you put your fists in the air because you did it. And another crack heals.
That’s how it happens. Like falling asleep, it’s too slow for you to notice and too sudden for you to stop it. Love is everywhere, you realize. In the arms of your best friend and in a secret truffle on your cheat day and on the balcony at sunset and the little succulent in the window that reminds you that if it can keep alive for so long, so can you. You are honest with yourself, the kind of honesty that is brutal. The kind of honesty that hurts a little to say aloud. But there is kindness in that honesty too. Because instead of neglecting the cracks, you feed them. Yes, you give them a teaspoon of understanding and a pinch of joy and just a dash of love. Love that fills them so much better than that stupid bucket of wet cement ever did.
It is the best lesson you ever learn. That love seeps in through the cracks. We go through life, wishing away the cracks that we’ve acquired in the act of being human, in the state of being in progress. We build our walls brick by brick, our hands covered in mortar and we don’t stop for long enough to ask ourselves, where does the love get in?
That’s my theory. Love gets in through the cracks but only if we’re brave enough to look at the cracks and see something worthy of love. The bravery does not come easily. It does not come softly. For many of us, it only comes after we have been scraped raw and found the strength to rise again. But if you have not fallen in the space left by someone else’s cracks, take a lesson from the people who have.
Your cracks are neither good or bad; they just are. What you fill them with is your choice. I hope you make a good one.
L.A.L. || love is in the cracks
When people are struggling or afraid to try something, well-meaning people often try to help them by telling them that the thing is easy. This often backfires.
For instance:
In this interaction, the parent is trying to help, but the message the kid is likely hearing is “This shouldn’t be hard. You’re failing at an easy thing.”
If something is hard or scary, it’s better to acknowledge that, and focus on reassuring them that it is possible. (And, if necessary and appropriate, help them to find ways of seeing it as possible.)
For instance:
And so on.
This isn’t unique to interactions between parents and children. It can also happen between friends, and in other types of relationships.
tl;dr If something’s hard for someone, telling them that it’s easy probably won’t help. Reassuring them that they can do hard things often does help, especially if you can support them in figuring out how to do the thing.
