game grumps ask meme.

“Dude, just… just pity laugh, at least!”
“I don’t wanna kill anybody, I’m a pacifist. Ooops, killed six people.”
“Six is the number of Def Leppard members, almost.”
“Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke.”
“Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so?”
“Remember kids, if you wanna defeat the evil power, you better fucking find the nearest sharpest sword and run as fast as you can.”
“I don’t judge you when you steal children, so I’ll thank you to show me that same courtesy.”
“Having a great time being in immeasurable pain.”
“Yes, have you ever heard of brapnel? That’s baby shrapnel.”
“Wait, mechanical bird is plane. I just realized.”
“Crazy how dead you are, I mean like, wow.”
“I didn’t have any problem at all after I died twice.”
“Such a nice man we ripped off there.”
“I’ll never put on pants.”
“Checkers would be better with badgers.”
“She’s adorable! Until she turns into a hideous undead monster creature, then ya gotta hit her with the lead pipe.”
“Stop dancing at me!”
“I have some very important masturbating to do.”
“You make me have to pee, always.”
“Whales are just Earth’s way of taking a shit.”
“I like it when Luigi’s happy. It makes me smile.”
“You know when you get high, and you start floating five feet off the ground, and gain a Spanish accent?”
“Whenever you talk about being high, it always just shows how much you’ve clearly never gotten high before.”
“Dude, what if hell was up?!”
“I will raise that chicken as if it were my own daughter… who I turned into chicken fingers.”
“‘Becky with the good hair’ sounds too much like ‘caramel corn’?”
“Even 90s rock won’t make me feel good about this!”
“This might be the drugs talking, but I love drugs.”
“That’s one boopity you shouldn’t have shmoopled.”
“Am I nude right now?”
“It’d be weird to sleep amongst your dead friends.”
“Are you here to repent for your chins?”
“Why am I not eating ice cream for every meal?”
“This taxi is bae.”
“The world is full of magic. Horrible, horrible magic.”
“Jesus is my drug.”
“I don’t know anything about memes.”
“You would say that, no matter what, me from another dimension that runs a porn ring.”
“I’m a milk-based life form.”
“I fucked a cantaloupe once.”
“Awww babe, look at us, we have our own cam girl operation.”
“Everyone who works for us gradually becomes more gay in their interactions because… we are always getting… weirdly gay with each other.”
“Shut up, ya tweezer!”
“And Half-Life 3, I don’t know anything about Half-Life 3, other than that everyone says it’s confirmed.”
“Good thing you’ve got fingers and wrists of steel, from that straight jacking.”
“I’ve learned the importance of being cuddled.”
“Hi, I’m a musician with a huge penis. Do you know where I can find guitars and Magnum condoms?”
“Baths are amazing, especially when you bring a friend.”
“Jesus, you gotta wine and dine me first. You can’t just open up with that shit.”
“We’ve broken several laws.”
“What, you wanna try diplomacy? He’s a fucking crab!”
“‘Bonfire’ is made up of two words: ‘bonf’ and ‘ire.’”
“These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed.’”
“As I was about to say, revenge is a dish best served fuck you.”
“When someone says ‘just fuck me up’ on the internet that means have sex with me in a rough, passionate manner, correct?”
“If there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.”
“Just get abducted! We are your saviors, we’re flying in the sky- treat us as your new gods.”
“If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst!”
“Water is just… air juice.”
“Uh… Doctor, could you put tits on my thumbs?”
“We hang out… we touch each other…”
“Does anyone have a paper bag I can hyperventilate into?”
“2016 is the year of the butt.”
“If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else.”
“You make another joke like that, and I’m gonna have to beat you to death with your own shoes.”
“Whoa, look at this trapezoid-headed Funyon ring!”
“I have to take off my jacket because I’m getting hot because this sucks so bad.”
“He died as he lived: covered in mayonnaise.”
“Who wears pants anymore? So 2015.”
“What took you so long, you butt plug?!”
“Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’”
“Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.””
“As long as I live, I will never stop loving your random bursts of outrage.”
“Like I would kill a friend… without watching.”
“With your Phd and my also being here, we can solve any problem.”
“I love watching you guys suffer.”
“Man, the void of nothingness is kinda lame.”
“Sometimes you gotta take time and smell the roses. And sometimes you’re gonna be a guy jacking yourself off while you’re rubbing a girl in a video game.”
“I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian.”
“Oh my god, do we have to kill him while he’s asleep?”
“I feel dead inside, but at least I had pie.”
“This is nice. We’re all bathing in the warm glow of murder.”
“The tears are bittersweet but the pie is delicious.”
“Murder is a spectator sport.”
“Today’s been a day. A day full of tasty, tasty murder.”
“Man, I wish anime was human history.”
“99 red balloons… Something- something- German song.”
“If you wanna have sex you don’t have to make a little song about it, like just come right out and ask.”
“If only I could have sex with my own brain. That would be a mind-fuck.”
“I am not nature. I am nurture.”
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if they died?”
“Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”
“Taco Bell cures diabetes.”
“Rule number one of babysitting? DON’T STEP ON THE BABY!”
“Play for my amusement, child.”
“How does a ghost enter a skeleton? And I don’t mean that in a sexy way.”
“You’re locked the closet with the dildo!”
“Yeah, I’ve been drunk on pot before. What of it?”
“You are the worst son ever.”
“Shut up, this is my moment of time shine!”
“Bro, can I be honest with you guys right now? I love defiling things.”
“I wanna touch everything with my boner, including my boner!”
“When you’re married, you can announce your boners everywhere.”
“I am enjoying my pot! Take that out of context.”
“Dude, what if you were next to a supernova when it supernovaed?”
“…and she’s like COVERED in butter.”
“I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified.”
“What are the animals crossing, exactly?”
“I’m a firm believer in ‘if you’re going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly.’”
“And you know what? We’re tied right now, like brothers… only one brother is significantly smarter and more handsome than the other and has like 15 years more life experience.”
“Frick to the 30th power!”
“My eyebrows are slippery and slimy. I grease them.”
“This is literally just elementary hydrodynamics, I can’t believe you can’t grasp this.”
“Well look the important thing that I’m having fun and other people aren’t.”
“I would fuck everything on the screen including the animals and the bicycle.”
“How dare you know stuff about things. I’m gonna beat you up with my fists… that are made of stuff and things.”
“Spyyyder Loops™ cereal…. made with… spiders.”
“I’m a bottom kind of guy.”
“Can you see my labia in this fucking costume?”
“Just bros bein’ bros…”
“I never feel quite as alone as I do when I play Burger Time.”
“If you do this… I’m gonna be mildly impressed with you.”
“I don’t know how to be interesting, could you give me advice?”
“I’m kind of amazing at everything I do.”
“I would get a photo-realistic tattoo of your face on my inner thigh.”
“Do you think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?!”
“Follow your stupid fucking dreams.”
“Everyone does crack at some point in their lives. It’s pretty much a rite of passage.”
“I wanna know where Luigi is!”
“Nothin’ wrong with that. Get clean, get clean with the lord.”
“You’re on page 2, and I’m on page…uh, furiously concentrating on not throwing up from this Nutella situation.”
“I wish you could jump inside my skin and know what I know, and feel what I feel.”
“I’m feeling fly for a caucasian man.”
“I will actually strangle you with my bare hands and feet.”
“Don’t call me “bro” in an accusatory tone!”
“This is a good yiff right here.”
“My friends! I love killing my friends.”
“Now I am the one who is bitch.”
“He died as he lived: eating chicken McNuggets.”
“Well, thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to say, but I don’t believe you and you’re a liar.”
“I could tell by his briefly angry eyebrows that he’s someone we should be stabbing.”
“A blunt is a maridujuana.”
“If you can’t beat em, Shoot ‘em with a gun!”
“Getting kicked in the nuts is not an event, it’s a process.”
“My goal is to pee in every major body of water on earth.”
“Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird.”
“Aw jimminey-jillakers. Gee-whiz Batman. Aw frick. Oh jeezum.”
“And you have ten thousand and seven hundred grams of mardujuana.”
“My style is old, nasty t-shirt and rapidly disintegrating pants.”
“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.”
“I think the noodles are going to kill me!”
“I’m sorry, your son is an anthropomorphic cheese melt.”
“Wait, but, also shut up.”

In wondering why Americans are afraid of dragons, I began to realize that a great many Americans are not only anti-fantasy, but altogether anti-fiction. We tend, as a people, to look upon all works of the imagination either as suspect or as contemptible.

‘My wife reads novels. I haven’t got the time.’
‘I used to read that science fiction stuff when I was a teenager, but of course I don’t now.’
‘Fairy stories are for kids. I live in the real world.’

Who speaks so? Who is it that dismisses 'War and Peace,’ 'The Time Machine,’ and 'A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ with this perfect self-assurance? It is, I fear, the man in the street – the men who run this country.

Such a rejection of the entire art of fiction is related to several American characteristics: our Puritanism, our work ethic, our profit-mindedness, and even our sexual mores.

To read 'War and Peace’ or 'The Lord of the Rings’ plainly is not 'work’ – you do it for pleasure. And if it cannot be justified as 'educational’ or as 'self-improvement,’ then, in the Puritan value system, it can only be self-indulgence or escapism. For pleasure is not a value, to the Puritan; on the contrary, it is a sin.

Equally, in the businessman’s value system, if an act does not bring in an immediate, tangible profit, it has no justification at all. Thus the only person who has an excuse to read Tolstoy or Tolkien is the English teacher, who gets paid for it. But our businessman might allow himself to read a best-seller now and then: not because it is a good book, but because it is a best-seller – it is a success, it has made money. To the strangely mystical mind of the money-changer, this justifies its existence; and by reading it he may participate, a little, in the power and mana of its success. If this is not magic, by the way, I don’t know what it is.

The last element, the sexual one, is more complex. I hope I will not be understood as being sexist if I say that, within our culture, I believe that this anti-fiction attitude is basically a male one. The American boy and man is very commonly forced to define his maleness by rejecting certain traits, certain human gifts and potentialities, which our culture defines as 'womanish’ or 'childish.’ And one of these traits or potentialities is, in cold sober fact, the absolutely essential human faculty of imagination…

But I must narrow the definition to fit our present subject. By 'imagination,’ then, I personally mean the free play of the mind, both intellectual and sensory. By 'play’ I mean recreation, re-creation, the recombination of what is known into what is new. By 'free’ I mean that the action is done without an immediate object of profit – spontaneously. That does not mean, however, that there may not be a purpose behind the free play of the mind, a goal; and the goal may be a very serious object indeed. Children’s imaginative play is clearly a practicing at the acts and emotions of adulthood; a child who did not play would not become mature. As for the free play of an adult mind, its result may be 'War and Peace,’ or the theory of relativity.

To be free, after all, is not to be undisciplined. I should say that the discipline of the imagination may in fact be the essential method or technique of both art and science. It is our Puritanism, insisting that discipline means repression or punishment, which confuses the subject. To discipline something, in the proper sense of the word, does not mean to repress it, but to train it – to encourage it to grow, and act, and be fruitful, whether it is a peach tree or a human mind.

I think that a great many American men have been taught just the opposite. They have learned to repress their imagination, to reject it as something childish or effeminate, unprofitable, and probably sinful.

They have learned to fear it. But they have never learned to discipline it at all.

—  Ursula K. Le Guin, from Why Are Americans Afraid of Dragons? (1974)
Peepers: my darling precious evil frustrated ambitious little eyeball man

Post S1 analysis

Also it would be nice if you’d read the thing. I like the thing.

A good while ago I wrote how much I liked Peepers willing to put his foot down, when he’s not afraid of Hater, when he’s done with his boss and it shows. And some of you told me “Oh man, you’re going to like Peepers in S2!” And I was like “Ok, fine, we’ll see.”

“The Greater Hater” started with Peepers clearly annoyed with Hater, not caring if he get blasted or not. Okay, good. Then he’s clearly in awe of Dominator’s ship and I go “oooooooh I suspected he’d leave Hater in S2 looks like I was right!” Then he goes off on Hater again and as we all know frustrated Peepers is the best Peepers. So here I was, thinking that Dom was going to be Peepers’ new boss, happy about Commander letting his frustrations out, maybe he’d get some character arc thanks to the switch? …But at the same time I enjoyed that dynamic between Peepers and Hater and I was also kind of sad it was going to end right when it started to get really good?
The episode continued; Dominator managed to trap Wander and Sylvia, enrage Hater and fight him back with ease, while Peepers gets a good look at bot factory. “This is it,” I thought. “He’s going to leave Hater for the new guy for galactic domination.”

And then Peepers saved everyone by wrecking the console and, though I didn’t really know it at the time, became my favorite character.

Peepers got A LOT of character development this season. And, strangely, his character arc wasn’t even that big or prominent. He wasn’t the one who was supposed to face Dominator in one way or another (though he tried, oh boy he tried and ended up with disastrous results). He was a guy who wanted to have universe at his feet, knew he lacked the abilites to do so and had to rely on someone powerful. But now with Hater being distracted by Wander all the time he had to work even more and even harder to fullfil his ambitions.

Aside from the very first episode it didn’t start with much. In “The Big Day” he tried hard to get Hater out of Wander-frenzy, and failed miserably not noticing the whole skullship planned a wedding destruction ceremony. He broke down in tears and that was that. In “The Breakfast” he just served the titular meal multiple times only to get roped into cleaning the mess Hater left in his morning tantrum.

But then “The Axe” happened.
Peepers is fired by his boss, keeps on hoping Hater would rethink the matter, but it seems like skeleton man gets on his own just fine. Peepers suffers through his inner “Grop I’m so sad about life and stuff” song (and I still didn’t got to hear Tom Kenny’s version, come on, when is it going to be released?) gets into taxi and… tries to find a new job in newspaper? What the heck, there are so many villains around, why can’t he just work for one of them? It’s because he truly believed Hater is the greatest, the most powerful villain in the galaxy. And that they could be great again working together if Hater would just let him. And, well, eventually he does, almost to the point of begging. They get back together, Peepers gets a statue, and everything is right in the world.

We also got to see his room in that episode. It’s small, it has a bed, a toilet, a locker and a giant Hater poster. That’s it. And then he can fit all his belongings in cardboard box (along with a plant that I’m sure he stole from the cafeteria to have something to put into box). It just shows how much time and effort he put into his work. No wonder he was depressed about the prospect of losing it all.

“The It”. Oh my grop I absolutely adore this episode. Aside from being hilarious it was great Peepers episode.
Commander is fed up with Hater’s shenanigans and decides to work with what he can. Hater causes a chaos with the game of tag (and also wants to tag Peepers himself, and, well, we can’t have that… cause… reasons… nobody would like to be it anway…) – time to freeze him in coldbrrnte! Nobody wants to be it? Time to use it against other villains!
And we get this nifty montage of evil, ambitious Peepers.
“A true villain turns weakness into a strength!”Thanks, Peepers, that was subtle.
While writers just can’t keep Commander happy for too long and episode ends up with him crying, at this point Peepers understands that while he needs Hater for the empire to work, he ensures watchdogs are working with him anytime skeleton man gets distracted by Wander.

…Though then again does he actually need Hater that much?

Enter “The Cool Guy”. Peepers and Hater’s relationship is actually pretty decent at this point. They seem to have an actual fun playing with toys strategic figurines and planning an invasion at the same time, but Emperor Awesome’s arrival puts a wrench into the whole thing. On Peepers side he worries that his boss won’t get to the invasion on time but eventually gets fed up with waiting – it’s invasion time! Commander goes on how he knows very well what Hater truly wants, mocking his dreams of being popular and tries to lead the invasion on his own. While putting his eye-face on the flags. Though he definitely used Hater’s popularity as a villain to do this.

When he goes off to the aliens about bowing down to their new master and ruler he gets interrupted. And no one, no one will ever convince that he wasn’t talking about himself. He wanted to conquer in his name for once, just to try, maybe he had capabilites, maybe he was enough, maybe he didn’t need Hater after all? But Awesome makes fun of him, of his cuteness, his height, and him being a nerd.
And Peepers, despite the initial failure, responds in truly great manner, making fun of him instead, pointing out what pathetic person he is. However he does that without mentioning the jab at his height. It’s clearly a thing he doesn’t want to talk about.

There’s not much to talk about when it comes to “The Rager” and “The Good Bad Guy”. Peepers continues on being Peepers to who Hater actually listens to, but also gets smacked around by his boss (more about that in relationships analysis). He’s just kind of there. Getting punched by Sylvia who wasn’t even there.

Oh yeah, time to mention his relationship with Syl, huh. Since their moment in “The Battle Royale” they started to get along, somewhat. It’s continued in “The Show Stopper”, “My Fair Hatey” and “The End of the Galaxy”. They found a similriaties in each other, common goals, and at some point even had fun together. Their frenemy thing going on is important to both of them, but especially Peepers, who, so far, didn’t have anyone who he saw on a same level as him.

Before “The Battle Royale” Commander managed to get his boss to the #2 spot on the leaderboard, learned to work with childish Hater and the only real obstacle was Dominator on the first place, destroying planets left and right. After this episode Dom rmeained as obstacle, but in an entirly different way: previously Hater was willing to fight the guy back. But since he developed a crush on her things started to be… complicated.

Peepers, after the fluke of attack in “The New Toy”, where Hater sabotaged every attempt at fighting Dom back using the frostonium, is done. He just wants to get rid of Dominator, wants his boss back on track; he doesn’t even dream of getting S1 Hater, he just wants the things to be what the status quo from the S2 first arc back, when childish, distracted Hater was a person he could work with.

So when Commander gets Hat into his hands he snaps. “The universe will be mine!” He’s entirely willing to leave Hater and conquer the universe – yes, he said universe, not galaxy – by himself. Dude’s definitely ambitious.
Of course after everything blows up and Wander gets his Hat back things get back to normal. Well, relatively normal. As normal as WoY with Hater having a crush on a bigger villain can get, I guess. But it was there, Peepers and his ambitions resurfaced yet again.

By the time “My Fair Hatey” rolls Commander decides to take matter into his hands. I feel like fighting Dominator was pretty personal for him at this point; she was the person who messed up his plans, who made Hater into total fool. He explains his plan to Sylvia in a glorious singing manner, roping her into bringing frostonium onboard Dom’s ship and… well, he successed. Sort of. It’s unclear what has actually happened, but Dom gets ice powers thanks to that and the galaxy is even more doomed. But nobody can accuse the little guy for lack of trying.

In “The Bad Neighbors” Peepers clearly feels guilty and tries to reach to Hater for help. He doesn’t sleep, overworking himself even more than normally, and comes up with nothing. There is a bright spot at the end of a tunnel though – his confidence is back by the end of episode and everyone is free from sitcom shenanigans.

When I finished the series my Screener asked me which arc from S2 was my favorite and which one I liked the least. Without thinking I responded that I the third arc was definitely my least favorite. Before I could mull over my response she said: “oh yeah, it didn’t have enough Peepers in it, right.”

Yeah, Commander kind of disappeared in a last act and took backseat to Wander and Sylvia trying to find ways to beat Dominator. He finally got to appear in “The Robomechabotatron”, where he pretty much laid out his opinion about Hater to Wander (which also meant some Peepers&Wander interactions, yay!) And while I love “The End of the Galaxy” he didn’t do much there. At the beginning he lost all hope, though was later shown to be looking for Hater, probably trying to plan what to do next, if that galaxy was lost. He was extremely happy about getting his compentent boss back, saved Sylvia’s life, got a serious case of heart eyes and it ultimately got back to chasing Wander across the galaxy.

So, Peepers. Ambitious, evil, workaholic Peepers. I love this guy.

While it’s obvious he’s evil, more evil than Hater, I was thinking: how evil is he? Can we assume he’s as evil or even more evil than Dom? (Or Screwball, but let’s stick to evil guys who know they’re evil kay.) People seem not to think so, if only because he exclaimed: “Man, that’s evil!”upon learning her plan of destroying the whole galaxy. First of all he’s fine with destroying few planets. He was planning a tour to do it back in “The Big Day” for flarp’s sake! It’s not about all the people who would lose their homes and lifes in that, no. It’s about his lack of comprehension about this plan.
See, Peepers is ambitious, he wants to conquer, he wants to rule, even if it has to be in someone else’s name (though we all know he would gladly do it alone if he could). Sure when he sees her plan on a giant screen he’s shocked, but then…

…he has this look. It’s not ‘it’s so evil why would she do that to these people’ look, it’s: 'what the flarp, why would anyone do that, what are the benefits, is that her plan, is that why she destroyed everything on her path, better stop her quickly or I won’t have anything to conquer.’ He wants to save the galaxy only to conquer it, he says it himself later in musical episode, and Hater remembers it in the finale, causing the heart eyes.
So, yeah, personally I don’t think Peepers is less evil than Dominator, he’s just more cautious, needs to work with others, and doesn’t see sense in destroying everything; what is there left to rule after all?

So what would happen to Commander in S3? A lot of things, I imagine, I wrote the whole post about my suspcions regarding his future. Also there’s a matter of his and watchdogs’ home planet, that aaparently was destroyed by Dom. We would learn about his background, maybe finally get his first name. More interactions with Hater and Sylvia. Please, please, more interactions with Wander and Dominator. And…

…I'm… just gonna go cry in the corner, okay?

TL;DR: I love this character so much. He’s ambitious, evil, and was supposed to get an arc in S3. Still got a lots of development in S2 and what we got was glorious.

Corner of the Universe
  • Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. BTS members)
  • Genre: Future, Scifi, Reincarnation, Slight Angst? 
  • Words: 6.8K
  • Description: 

You find yourself hundreds of light-years away from the origin of the human species. Millennia of space travel has given the appearance of being in route to conquer the entire universe, but with weariness and the yearning to push on in the fabric of space that has no end, true discovery does not occur until lifetimes later.  

Your story begins on a planet called Earth with a boy who always had his head tilted up at the stars. 

  • Note: Scifi au with scientific inaccuracies and made up stuff, so don’t quote me on anything lol. Also there are references to some scifi moves and novels, but the story is completely original. Hope you guys enjoy :)

The walls on the Starship Polaris are smooth and metallic, characteristic of materials mined from the asteroid belt and Jupiter’s moons. Just how you liked them. Just how they were supposed to be. 

Aboard a spacecraft that is carrying over 5000 passengers to a distant exoplanet, your control room is buzzing with activity and the voices of other crew members preparing for descent. It had been over one hundred years since you left the last planet, yet it only feels like six months because you were hibernating for most of the time.

Space travel was never a quick process, which is ironic because spaceships are now one of the fastest moving objects that exist, but in an endlessly vast universe where even light can’t travel quick enough to reach every corner, voyages were century long endeavors.

You were one of the few people, if not the only person, in existence that can remember parts of your past lives. Maybe it shouldn’t be considered remembering because you had absolutely no control over the flashbacks. They would happen from certain triggers. It could be a sound, a scene, or even a taste in your mouth, but you had no way of knowing what it was or when they would happen, until they did.

Were these flashbacks significant? You didn’t know, but they always seemed to possess the ability to evoke some strong inner emotion you found hard to describe, it was like a yearning to discover the unknown or a search for something long lost.  

Whatever the case, you had taken this as a god given gift that you were destined to lead the human race.

And so when human technology was able to get around that which prevented prolonged space travel with the invention of hibernation pods and spacecrafts powered by nuclear fusion reactors able to reach speeds over half the speed of light, you knew it was time to expand. Humanity being the poster child of evolutionary biology, it was only a matter of time before the ability to search for habitable planets outside of the solar system was granted to them. Thus, the search for universal understanding and the spread of intelligent species was a goal that manifested after you decided the ultimate fate of life was to saturate the universe.

“Captain, I can’t get a precise reading on the airlock chamber.” Hoseok reports to you.

You look at the black screen in front of him, wondering which careless engineer forgot to double check that every last bit of software was working correctly. You made a mental note to find out and punish him or her accordingly after you land.  

You sigh. “I’ll take it a look at it myself,” You say to Hoseok before turning and leaving the control room.

Taking the lift down to the south side of the ship, you find yourself walking down the pristine, perfectly kempt walkways as usual. Satisfied with the auto-maintenance system, you manage to alleviate your annoyance from earlier and make it to the chamber in no time and find that all systems were, as expected, clear.

On your way back to the main control room, you pass a grand hall with portraits of all the previous captains that lead the same spaceship you were on now. There was Kim Seokjin, the founder of the Starship Polaris who led the first human settlement to Aurora VII, and then came Min Yoongi, a small but powerful man of great intellect, who brought art and music to the newly settled planet and started a sort of renaissance in the new world.  

Lastly you see the portrait of the man who was your predecessor. The words under his picture read Kim Taehyung. A man with a boxy smile and deep soulful pupils stares back at you. His expression is warm and friendly, almost verging on goofy, but the look in his eyes brings you back to a time when kids sat at individual wooden desks in school and the sounds of children playing in the grass outside under the sun seeps through the large classroom windows.

Flashback to past life 1

Your story had begun on a planet called earth, and the day you met a boy who always had his head tilted up at the stars.

“We have a new student joining us today” The teacher announces to the class.

You had just transferred from another school due to your father’s new job. He had miraculously found work in the city, a dream he’s had for ages because he had always promised your mother that one day he’d show her the finer things in life. He was a man of his word, and so your small family of three moved from the humble countryside to a rapidly growing metropolis full of tall skyscrapers and carbon emitting cars.  

“Hi, my name is Y/N” You introduce yourself at the front of the classroom, waving shyly at the other students who just stared at you coldly.

“Why don’t you find a seat, dear” The teacher says.

You look around the classroom. There was an open seat next to a chubby kid in the second row.

“You can’t sit here” The boy next to the open desk hisses, giving you a disgusted look and putting his foot on the empty chair you were about to sit down in.

You hesitantly back away and look for another spot. The other seventh graders pretend to ignore your dilemma and anyone who had an empty desk next to them began to place their things on the chairs to indicate that it was unavailable to you.

Just as you were about to go back up to the front of the classroom and ask the teacher, who now has her back turned to everything that was going on and was busy writing on the chalkboard, to just assign you a seat, you hear a boy in the back of the room call your attention.

“You can sit by me,” He says, waving his arm in the air.

Surprised by his offer, you clumsily walk over to take the seat next to him. Although he was dressed in uniform like all the other students, his white shirt wasn’t tucked in perfectly so it hung out of his jacket and his pants looked like they were two sizes too big for him.

“It’s ok, I don’t bite,” He says, after noticing you had just been standing there and looking at him.

“O-Oh, thanks” You say, after you realize how awkward you must look right about now.

The fluffy light brown haired boy holds out his hand.

“My name is Kim Taehyung”

Kim Taehyung.

You don’t know it then, but the smile that spreads across his face is a string that ties your fates together for several lifetimes to come.

The bell rings, signaling the end of another school day.

“Wanna come over to my house?” Taehyung asks just as the two of you had walked outside the school building.

“Your house, why?” You ask curiously. This was the first time Taehyung had invited you to do something with him outside of school, and of all places, he chose his house?

It had been three months since you transferred, three months since you were out casted by all the other students in your class starting from day 1, and three months since you became friends with a boy with a boxy smile and a carefree aura.  

“Yeah.” He nods enthusiastically. “I live on top of a hill on the outskirts of the city. We can see things better there.”

You had no idea what kind of “things” he was referring to, but at this point you had known Taehyung long enough to know that his mind doesn’t run like the average person. It goes twice the speed if not more. He’s restless, always ready to do the next thing that pops into his head. He’s selfless, treating everyone with genuine kindness despite rarely getting the same treatment in return. He’s the energy of the sun shining brightly on the earth, providing life the nutrients it needs to flourish. He’s a dreamer, a stargazer.

And it was that evening, after eating a home cooked meal by Taehyung’s lovely mother, that you found yourself sitting on a giant rock at the edge of mountain looking up at the clear midnight sky. The city was away in the distance, meaning the radiance of the shiny bright stars was unhindered by the artificial glare of city lights.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Taehyung lets out a deep breath at he gazes upward.

“Yeah” You follow the slow turn of his head as he begins pointing out constellations that you had only ever heard about and telling you stories about travelers lost at sea with only the stars to guide them.

“It’d be cool to go up there, don’t you think?” He says after a moment of silent admiration.

“Sure, I guess” You’re still looking at the dark night sky, with nothing but distant stars to brand it beautiful. It was stunning but mildly frightening at the same time.

A moment passes. He doesn’t respond, and you worry that maybe your unenthusiastic answer hurt his feelings, so you turn your head to look at him. But somewhere along the way your eyes meet, because Kim Taehyung had stopped looking at the sky a while ago and had already been gazing at you.


Thanks to the invention of artificial gravity on the newer spacecraft models, stepping out onto a planet with real gravity was not as difficult as it had been in the past. Back in the day, it would take weeks if not months to adjust to walking again, but now that concern was virtually nonexistent. You have skilled engineers and scientific geniuses to thank for that.

You step out into the warmth of natural light for the first time in over a century. Most of the time, space travel was dull and uneventful, or at least the times you were awake and not hibernating in your pod. Years of interstellar travel never fail to make you forget the natural beauty of a planet teeming with life, the feeling of fresh air hitting your skin and the scent of flora and fauna pooling into your nostrils.

Over the years, you’ve come to visit a number of planets just as beautiful as earth, with their crystallize blue seas and evergreen land forms. Aurora VII was no exception.

It was of similar size to Mars, the first planet that humans ever colonized, and as breathtakingly beautiful as Pandora, a planet named after one that was the setting of a science fiction movie a millennium ago. The organisms on Aurora VII possessed no higher-level intelligence, a blessing, or so you called it. Because in the past, there have been a few interstellar wars fought between the human race and other intelligent species, and although differences were usually settled in the end, the casualties lost and the resources wasted was always a huge blow, and peace is always hanging on a thin thread.

“We have an appointment with the Supreme Leader this afternoon” Hoseok reminds you. His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn your attention away from admiring the land.

“Kim Taehyung?” Your ears perk up at the thought of meeting the man you saw in the portrait earlier, in this lifetime of course. The leader of Aurora VII was always decided based on whoever lead the crew to the planet. Meaning Kim Seokin and Min Yoongi were once Supreme leaders of Aurora VII, but you were only here to visit and being the leader of the entire human race as a whole, you didn’t have the time or the means to monitor every single planet inhabited. Besides, letting each planet have its own governing body was a way to preserve the peace keep the unrest at bay.

“Acutally Supreme Leader Kim has been succeeded by a man named Jeon Jungkook.”

“Succeeded?” You’re aware of what the word indicates, but it doesn’t quite register right away.

Hoseok proceeds anyways. “Supreme Leader Jeon has received some information he thinks might be of use to you.” Hoseok points to the hovering vehicle in the middle of the grassy field in front of you. “We are invited to the capital today.”

The palace in the capital is enormous; it’s almost as big as the mountain it’s build next to. It blends in quite nicely with the scenery and the lake that connects with the sea through a canal. The buildings of the city look brand new despite being built several centuries ago. There must be something about the atmosphere here that prevents premature decay; either that or they’re made out of a special material that’s everlasting.

You notice that the halls of the palace are almost uncomfortably spacious. The ceiling is high and held up by large white pillars that line the entire passage. It almost feels too empty, but Aurora VII has not had enough time to be populated as much as “older” planets so it’s understandable that the ratio of land to people is still quite large.

“Ah, Y/N, welcome” You hear the voice of someone walking down the steps of the throne room.

You look to see a man with chocolate brown hair and large doe eyes, wearing a black suit.

“Jungkook?” You question, sure that it has to be him but not wanting to risk being wrong.

“I know you expected to see someone else, but unfortunately he left us quite a few years ago.” Jungkook says, signaling you to follow him into the living quarters.

“Left?” You follow him “Can you be a little more specific?” You ask, starting to feel a bit irritated at his choice of words.

“Illness. A virus on this planet that his body was unable to defend itself against.” Jungkook says with a sigh. “There was medication, but it was limited and he chose to give it to those who he deemed was more in need of it than he was.” He shakes his head and falls silent.  

You don’t immediately respond, because it has just now been confirmed that what you were thinking was actually the case, though you had hoped it was not.

Jungkook offers you a seat and a cup of what looks to be local tea. The leaves float around lazily on the surface of the hot water as the grassy aroma drifts to your nose.  

“He was my best friend, as you can see, he trusted me enough to rule in his place.” Jungkook takes a sip from his own cup. “But never mind that, I requested to meet with you today because a team of my most accomplished scientists have discovered what they think is another habitable planet.”

If your mind had gone blank moments earlier, you were all eyes and ears now that his last statement had something to do with another new planet, a new world just waiting to be discovered. “Really?” You’re eyes widen and excitement begins to flood your body once again.

Flashback to past life 2

College came around way too quickly. Back when you were younger, college was this goal you were going to reach at the finish line, a sort of destination that signaled the end of childhood and your teenage years, and everyone who had already gone off to college was old. But now as you stand on the grassy lawn in front of the student union building holding a stack of textbooks in your left arm and a map of campus in your right, this was all too real.

Real and unbelievable at the same time.

You were trying to figure out how to get to the Physics building. It had to be where the Chemisty, Biology and other science buildings were, right? This would be a lot easier if you had chosen to go to a smaller school, but you also didn’t want to attend a small liberal arts college because you knew you wanted to study the sciences.

Just as you found the building you were looking for on the map, someone bumps into you, causing you to drop all of your textbooks.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” You hear someone with a deep baritone voice say.

You look up to see a tall guy with golden brown hair wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and a checkered shirt paired with slacks.

“Are you ok?” He says, looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine” You reply as you begin to pick up your books. He immediately crouches down to help you.

“I’m Taehyung by the way. Kim Taehyung.” He says after you both stand up.

“Y/N” You say. “Are you a freshman?”

He nods. “I’m assuming you are too?” He eyes your map of campus. 

“Yeah, I’m heading over to my first physics class” You look in the direction you were about to walk in before this Taehyung guy had bumped into you.

“Really?!?” He exclaims happily. “I was going over to physics too!”

You don’t why he got so excited all of a sudden, but the rectangular shape that his mouth forms makes your heart race ever so slightly.

Kim Taehyung is a freshman who already knows exactly what he wants to study in college. No doubt about it. He claims he’s known since the day he was born, like he just opened his eyes to the world and knew he was meant to study the universe. You thought he sounded ridiculous at first, but he gradually convinced you to major in the same thing, and although you were unsure in the beginning, you eventually became just as obsessed as he was about the stars and planetary alignments.

“For an Astronomy and Astrophysics major you sure look more like you were meant to study fashion” You voice as you eye him up and down. Taehyung had walked into the library clad from head to toe in designer clothing. He’s sported expensive pieces in the past, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

“This is how I clean up for dates” He grins. “I’ve been trying to find an opportunity to wear these shoes for ages.” He says while pointing down at a pair of fur-lined slippers he was wearing.

“No comment” You say, as begin packing your laptop into your backpack.

Taehyung takes you to the restaurant you guys went to on your first date back at the beginning of the semester. It’s a quaint little restaurant at the end of Food Street, a place that not many people go because it’s apparently “away from the fun”. In other words, it’s away from all the drinking and partying that most college students actively opt to participate in. He says it’s in celebration of your hundredth day anniversary. You didn’t even know such milestones existed, let alone he was actually keeping track of these things.

“You know what’s really cool?” Taehyung asks as the two of you sit on the roof of the restaurant finishing the last of the ice-cream dessert he had ordered, despite claiming to be too full to eat another bite, and then saying he actually has a secret stomach just for sweets.


Taehyung leans in closer to you, making a bit of heat rise to your cheeks. “Comets that come around every hundred years or so.” It almost comes out as a whisper in your ear, its soothing and gentle and a stark contrast to his normally playful personality.

“So you can make a wish?” You ask, wondering if that’s what he’s referring to.

He shakes his head. “Because they’re like stars that we can reach. Stars that aren’t so far away.” He answers as he maneuvers his hand down to yours and intertwines your fingers with his.

That night Taehyung shows you the stars you never paid attention to and talks about the universe in even more fascinating ways than he’s ever had before. He shares his dreams of going into space one day if the opportunity ever arose and tells you everything he wants to see and everything he wants to do. He basically shares his whole mind with you, a mind that he normally doesn’t open up to everyone because few people are able to understand him.

But he says that you can, and so he shares with you three words that you will never forget in that lifetime.


According to Supreme Leader Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon is the best aerospace engineer on Aurora VII. He’s the inventor of the new series of starships that travel just below the speed of light, and testing has gone smoothly so far, meaning they could be up and running within the next five years.

“It’s very nice to meet you” Namjoon says as he shakes your hand.

“How did you come up with all of this?” You ask, gaping at all of the modules and spaceship engines he’s designed and built. The lab was filled to the brim with different prototypes and miniature models. Virtual visualizations of the larger parts of the giant spacecraft were displayed on the computer screens that lined the room.

He chuckles. “Well, I’ve had some help.” He points at the robot arms hanging from the ceiling. “Monie. My artificially intelligent system.”

“Ahh.” You respond, still in awe but coming to realization.

“As much as I like to take credit for designing all of this, it was actually the blueprints left behind by previous supreme leaders that sparked the idea initially.” Namjoon explains.

“Seokjin, Yoongi, and Taehyung?”

He nods. “Seokjin was a very practical leader. He chose to focus more on the hibernation pods and how they could be made more efficient to sustain life for even longer periods of time, by slowing down metabolic processes even more so than they already are.”

“So you built them into the ship” You say. Namjoon nods again.

“The outer design of the ship was actually Yoongi’s original sketch. 

“Now it makes sense why it looks so sleek and aerodynamic” You comment, while staring at the miniature version kept inside a glass display.

“But the most important element was the speed. As you are probably already aware, there are places in the universe that even with our advanced technology, we can only dream of reaching.”

You turn to look at Namjoon, interest yet again stimulated by the idea of going even farther into the depths of space.  

“Taehyung. He thought of using antimatter to generate photons. He noted something along the lines of using light to travel like light.” Namjoon says. “He was a big believer in light, saying that it counteracts the darkness in space. And he loved all suns because all suns are stars, and all stars are sources of light.” Namjoon pauses.  

You think he’s finished explaining, but the next thing he says tugs at your heart enough to recall a time in the life you lived before this very one.

“He once wrote that he hopes that light will be able to reach every corner of the universe.”

Flashback to past life 3

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Great. The drink machine was malfunctioning again. Why was it always doing this? You had paid for gold membership, so it was suppose to allow you to get all of the drink options. Water just wasn’t going to cut it today.

“Here, let me help you” You turn to see another passenger on the ship walk up to the machine and press in a passcode.

A cup dispenses and hot coffee begins to fill it.  

You learn that the passenger’s name is Kim Taehyung, and he’s not a passenger, he’s an astronaut and actually part of the crew. You also learn that he’s only on call for maintenance, as he wasn’t deemed physically adept enough to do the really hardcore work. Most astronauts these days are products of genetic engineering, basically athletes with optimized physical abilities. But being an outcome of natural birth didn’t stop Taehyung from sneaking into the space program and joining the fiftieth group of explorers to travel to Mars.

You were also part of that fiftieth group of people relocating to Mars. But you were there as a paying passenger in hopes of finding a new life after earth had finally reached carrying capacity and there was simply no room to live comfortably on the home planet.

“I’ve never really learned how to just like something, I’ve always just let it consume me.” Taehyung says as the two of you were sharing a drink at the space bar. There was jazz music playing subtly in the background and the large glass window of the spacecraft offered the most magnificent view of the Earth in the distance, shrouded in misty clouds that wrapped around the blue sphere and the blinding light of the sun even further away.

“You’ve dreamed of coming to space for that long, huh?” You ask, slightly amused at how someone can be so obsessed with something like this.

“I don’t know. I just wake up feeling like I have this mission to light up the darkness.” He says, while taking a sip of his cocktail.

“Light up the darkness?” You laugh, and this is the first time in a long time someone has made you laugh like this.

He grins, and it almost looks silly, but it also feels like home.

“I think… ” Taehyung trails off. He pauses for an unnaturally long period of time in an attempt to build suspense. “Space was just void until the stars came to be.”

“Yeah” You reply, trying to suppress your giggle. “It’s dark until you turn on the lights.”

He scratches the back of his neck, realizing how anticlimactic his statement was, and also realizing he looks kind of dumb right about now.

“But no, I get what you’re trying to say.” You voice after the urge to laugh has gone away. “I thought space was a scary place until I put my focus on the stars.”

“And realize it’s absolutely gorgeous, right?” His face brightens like an excited puppy.

You look at him endearingly and nod.

It was in this life that you first began having thoughts of exploring space and discovering even more planets outside the solar system and beyond.

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung sooner than you probably should’ve, but some instinct seems to have told you that your time with him in this life would not last long.

At first you thought it was because him being part of the maintenance staff on spacecrafts, he would be traveling between the earth and mars for the majority of his life. It was like being an army wife on a whole other level, because that trip was a long journey and time was so precious, you literally only had time to stargaze when he was visiting.  

But one thing about stargazing on Mars was that it was even more clear and magical, because the atmosphere on the red planet is less dense, devoid of clouds and mist from water formations. There are also more undeveloped areas void of human remnants, rocky cliffs with no trees to block the boundless nighttime sky.

After joining the colony in Mars, you were soon accepted into the space program there, after voluntarily applying of course. Thinking that maybe this would allow you to be with Taehyung, but the universe was clearly against you because one day you receive the type of ground shattering news that leaves you gasping for air.  

It was a report that the spacecraft sent to earth had malfunctioned and that all the passengers aboard were lost in space. Lost in space?! Being lost in the ocean on earth was impossible to find as it is, but lost in space? Might as well just say they were sucked into a black hole.

Just imagining Taehyung as space dust floating endlessly in the dark would cause you heartwrenching pain, the kind that never goes away and comes back with a vengeance. For someone who loved light so much, how could the universe throw him into the black abyss? 

He was probably scared. 

He was probably calling out for you. 

He was probably searching for home.

And so with unwavering resolve, you had vowed to make the entire universe home, a promise that would follow you to your next life.


“I haven’t told Supreme Leader Jeon yet, but we’ve detected new activity on this planet that may suggests it’s being sucked into a black hole.” Namjoon says while rapidly typing on his ginormous supercomputer.

“How accurate are the readings?” You ask, peering over at the screen.

“Only 50%, but that’s pretty high given the distance. I’m calling Jeon now to see if he’ll change his orders in light of this new information.”

You nod and begin pacing back and forth, rubbing your nervous hands together. What will Jungkook say? Will he tell us to proceed? Finding a new habitable planet is a very rare occurrence; he wouldn’t give it up this easily would he?

You hear Namjoon’s voice explaining the situation as a muffle because you are still trapped in your own thoughts.

Then you hear Jungkook’s voice through the video call. “Perhaps we should abandon plans of colonizing that planet and search for others.” Jungkook suggests. For some reason you had hoped that he would be the relentless overlord type and order everyone to proceed with the plans as scheduled, because then you wouldn’t be having to play devil’s advocate now.

“Even so, it would still be light years away from being sucked in completely.” You cut in. “We can still check it out.”

“Y/N, I can’t give you an exact percentage of the risks, but it’s much safer to let it go.” Namjoon says.

“I’m not opposed to sending a small crew over to test the waters.” Jungkook interrupts.

“But Supreme Lea-” Namjoon begins, but you are quick to cut him off.

“I will gather a team together and go once the ship is ready,” You state.

Jungkook nods, giving you the ok. Not like he or anyone could’ve stopped you anyways. Even Namjoon’s warnings were not enough to make you change your mind.

In the next year, you learn a few things about this new planet. It’s five hundred lightyears away in the furthest reaches of the Andromeda galaxy. The intelligent life on Trisolaris, a planet that was eventually destroyed by one of its three suns, had records of its abundance in a material that has yet to be found anywhere else in the universe. This coveted element is said to be located at the planet’s core and is self regenerating in a way that may redefine the first law of thermodynamics. The Trisolarians possessed technology even more advanced than the human race much earlier on. They would’ve been destined to do great things, but the fate of their planet ultimately prevented them from spreading beyond their trisolar system. But luckily they were nice enough to gift humanity with the abundance of information they had collected over their existence as an intelligent species before their race perished in collision with one of their suns.

“It’s a pity that the Three-Body Problem has yet to be solved” You voice as you look up from the data you were analyzing.

“It’s a result of the way the problem is set up in classical mechanics. With quantum it’s easy.” Namjoon replies to your comment nonchalantly.

He’s right of course, but solving it mathematically still would not have saved the Trisolarians from the sporadic and unpredictable orbits of their three suns.

Life on Aurora VII has for the most part been uneventful, besides exploring the uninhabited lands with Hoseok once in a while; you had been spending most of your time in Namjoon’s lab anyways. He has quite a nice library with a comprehensive collection of actual, physical books, something you hadn’t seen before in this lifetime. It was a room with large crystal clear walls, open to the natural scenery of Aurora VII’s various plant species and deeply rooted trees that were probably thousands of years old.

Namjoon is still working on perfecting the antimatter engine of the spacecraft, but these days, he’s been distant, not as philosophical as he had been when you first met him. It maybe the stress, or he’s just not as passionate about this project as he had been in the past.

Progress has been made, but not quick enough for your liking. And this was especially true when you had received the news that other human colonies on other planets have also began planning to mine the new planet for it’s unique material before everything is sucking into the black hole. 

You quickly learn that unified expansion was not the number one goal any longer because the seeds of competition within the human race have been sowed, and the conquest and the utilization of natural resources has inevitably become the top priority.


“Commander, the ship’s engine has a minor malfunction. We need to consider aborting.” Park Jimin’s voice was the first sound you hear through the high-pitched ringing in your eardrums.

So this was why you had been awoken from your hibernation pod.

Mind still groggy and vision slightly askew from essentially being asleep for over a century, you shake your head a few times to register his statement.

“Are there enough escape modules?” You ask.

Of course, you had already predicted such a malfunction would occur. After all, Namjoon had made it quite clear to you that the spacecraft was not ready as it had not yet passed safety regulations, but you went ahead and embarked on this dangerous excursion anyways. He couldn’t have stopped you, despite his courageous attempts out of genuine concern and care. No one could.

“We are short of those, but there’s a starship nearby that is offering to take a few of us back.”

“Back?” You repeat his words. “Back as in, in the other direction?”

Jimin nods, face looking hopeful and encouraging.

Your obsession with discovering new planets and thirst for the impression of owning them was a massive understatement. Because when you see the nod of your trusty comrade who’s eyes turn into two crescent moons whenever he smiles, you don’t feel the relief that you should. You don’t feel thankful to have such compassionate people by your side, and instead your mind searches for ways to keep trekking despite obviously walking towards your doom. You always knew your mindset was unhealthy, it had become that way a long time ago, but still you chose to ignore the fact that you had gradually become fixated with owning every last inch of the universe, understanding it, improving it, and controlling it, to a point where nothing else mattered.


The spacecraft that came to the rescue, the Starship Hera, is a ship that harbors 10,000 passengers, and one of its commanders goes by the name of Kim Taehyung.

“Are you saying we have no choice but to turn back?” You ask Jimin as you follow him into the control room.

“Captain Y/N, even if the ship was functioning optimally, we would have to turn back.” Jimin says. He pulls up a reading on the radar. “The new planet has already begun its descent into the black hole. By the time we get there-”

Jimin stops speaking mid sentence at the sound of the control room door opening.

“Greetings Commander Park and Captain Y/N” You hear a smooth baritone voice come from behind you.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you slowly whip your head around to see who you know it is.

Kim Taehyung

There’s something about that man with a charmingly distinctive boxy smile that seems to remain constant in every life you’ve ever met him. Something firm, resolute, and unchanging in this turbulent space we like to call life and existence. Something that measurements like time tries to be but fails miserably at.

The crew unanimously decides to abandon ship. Even Park Jimin has dropped out, not that you expected him to stay anyways. But you, on the other hand, aren’t as able to readily let go…at least not yet.

You decide to give yourself some more time to think, and for some reason Commander Kim Taehyung decides to wait. No one tries to stop him or you because there is one last escape pod, with a large enough capacity to fit two people, and all the other passengers have already boarded Starship Hera and the other pods.

“Does the universe go on forever?” Taehyung asks as he looks out at the darkness. The darkness speckled with botches of shiny glitter, like sparkling diamonds scattered in soil. 

“If there is an answer for that, I guarantee I’ll be the first one to find out.” You reply as you sit next to him in the control room. “I want space to be more beautiful, I want to see more of it. I need to know what is still out there that has yet to be ignited.”

“Did you know that there are pocket-sized worlds that feel even bigger than entire multiverses?” Taehyung says suddenly. 

You do not understand what he means initially. How can something smaller feel bigger? How can something finite be larger than the infinite?

“I have a lot of dreams about space.” He pauses, taking a soft breath. “In my dreams, I’m always a lonely boy who viewed the immeasurable universe from one position.” Taehyung glances at you, probably wondering if you are still listening. He isn’t aware that at that moment, he has your undivided attention. “I’ve traveled in space for a long, long time, and yet it’s never as picturesque as it is in my dreams. That’s when I realized that only by standing afar are you able to gaze at its vast beauty and mystery.”

You had forgotten what it had been that drew your attention, your love, your passion for the universe and its stars. You had been trapped in an endless progression. You had been determined to reach for what laid millions of miles away. Perpetually reaching out, and by doing so neglecting what was near and dear.

“There is no crew aboard this ship, I will accept your decision.” He finishes.

It was perhaps because of something else, something that began long ago and something you are just seeing now, that conveyed to you that you will never find what you are looking for out there.

And that something turned out to be the looking glass.

Kim Taehyung

He is the lens that captures the cosmic scenery, the celestial light that graces the sky for eternities. And all that is out there is nothing without such a reference point.

He is the corner of the universe, and after centuries and lifetimes of unending searches in the boundless silence of space, it is only now that you realize what you had been looking for had never been out there.

And so you look into the warm eyes of your comrade Kim Taehyung, and whisper three simple words.

“Let’s turn back”

An earlier story had begun on earth, one that came before the one you knew of.  

“The sky is so pretty” Your eyes are glistening as you wait for the comet to polish the sky with dazzling lights. It is dusk, and the sun has already disappeared and all that remains are the fading warm hues of yellows and oranges tinting the extensive dark blue palette.

You are sitting on top of a rolling hill with mild gusts of wind blowing ripples into the sea of grass and wild flowers. The air is unpolluted, and the weather is comfortably warm and sincere. Fluffy clouds are afloat here and there, and you can almost imagine falling into their softness.  

The boy next to you stirs. “I wish I could gift it to you”

“What? The sky?”

He nods.

“You can’t do that, silly. The sky doesn’t belong to anyone, and probably never will.”

“Can we pretend I can?”

You turn to look at the boxy smile spread across his face. Little did you know, that game of pretend is why he always had his head titled up at the stars. Why he choose to study them in his next life, why he worked so hard to go into space the life after that, and why he’s always been a reliable soldier in humanities conquest of the universe for every life after that.

 It’s because you were his stars and he was your corner of the universe.

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But what happened ThAt Night? Well, two blonde girls were almost killed. I say almost because I believe both, Bethany and Alison, are alive. Mrs Grunwald saved both. 

As Alison, Bethany didn’t know who tried to killed her. (It was actually Mona thinking it was Alison). But, as Melissa and half Rosewood, she later found out that it was Spencer, her twin sister. 

Spencer got a good life with a real family whilst Bethany spent most of her life in Radley, and despite all that, her twin sister tried to killed her - that’s what Bethany thought - so she wanted revenge. 

When Mona got into Radley, and told her about the game, it was the perfect revenge! But instead of using dolls and blackmailing the girls with boyfriend stuff, she would go further. She wanted to torture the other girls too because, somehow, she thought they were involved in the plan of killing her, and also because Spencer did have friends whilst she hadn’t. 

She used Cece as her puppet. But why Cece would accept orders from a girl she wanted dead? (Cece hit Alison thinking it was Bethany). Well, Bethany blackmailed Cece. She knew that she hit Alison. 

I believe that most of the stuff Cece told us in 6x10 was true. When she was in the A-team (she wasn’t the mastermind, she was a puppet) she did wanted to find out if Alison was alive, because she truly felt sorry. And she used her power (like cameras, microphones) for finding her. 

Somehow, Bethany wanted to put an end to the game (maybe she was tired of playing it, or she knew the girls would go to university next year so they wouldn’t be in Rosewood anymore) and she made Cece confess being A for her.

But Cece was clever, she confessed hiting Alison, it was the perfect moment for it. That way, crazy Bethany couldn’t blackmailed her anymore. And she made up some stories so the girls would feel sorry for her and she made herself look like a crazy addict, so she would go to a mental institution and not to jail. 

When Cece got out of the mental institution, she truly was better. Alison had forgiven her, and she could start a good life again. But Bethany was afraid she would confess the real truth to Alison, that Bethany was alive, she was the real A, and she was Twincer. Bethany killed Cece. 

But Bethany never accomplished her goal, having a life like Spencer’s or, to put it another way, having Spencer’s life, literaly. All the girls were in Rosewood again, it was the perfect moment to start the game again. But why endgame? Does she want to end it once and for all? I believe what Bethany wants is to kill Spencer and take her identity. 


I’m tired. 3AM. Rewrite everything. Fuck. So basically a Persona 5-esque x Sonic AU with elements and events from P5 executed differently. Thats about it. It used to be called Sonic Roommates (still technically is) but its now called SonicSona. Brief description of them–>

Kevin Ogilvie Maurce: -Codename: Sonic (You’ll understand if you play/ watch P5) -21 years old -Recently dropped out -Recently got fired from his job as a store clerk -Eats 3 feasts a day -Sports freak, Massive Otaku, Food lover, Enjoys and plays all kinds of music, can be a flirt, has a drinking problem, he secretly likes pink, SHORT,always taking pictures on his phone or be on his phone in general, loves annoying Derek -He was mistaken for a 16 year old once. -Kevin was convicted for assault when it was clearly a big lie and a misunderstanding. The witness was black mailed to not say a word. He was charged multiple times and was caught once out of countless of police chases. He was trying to spice up his boring life a little bit but it all leads him into getting into some sort of trouble..its due to the fact that he never had the chance to have “some fun” as a child from being under the care of a very strict father. If he did, he would get hit or yelled at by his dad, complaining that all he is was a no good trouble maker that should instead have his nose bury in the books to be as smart as his father..Kevin’s mother tried her best to control her husband from abusing their child like that…Now that he’s an adult and after what he has been through, people labeled him as a criminal,threaten him, making assumptions and rumors, looking down upon or try to avoid him. This happened mostly in his college and it followed him at work and got him fired, making drop out before the staff would suspend because of his situation. He was so sick of his reputation that it drove him to create a goal of making his life interesting but with a positive impact. Even if it kills him.

Chip: -Ageless/Age Unknown -Does not remember a thing after being saved by Kevin from getting ran over -In return he offered to assist him into pursuing his dream to be a hero -He can switch into a normal non-mobian chipmunk (at least I think he’s one-) -He loves food as much as Kevin -He would hide under Kevin’s beanie or his hoodie

Derek “Robotnik” Roberts: -Codename: Shadow -22 years old -Graduated early -Works in a Gun/Military Shop (He couldn’t find a job that interest him and the ones that do he cannot apply for whatever reason..) -Has a big appetite like Kevin but prefers to stuff his face with sweets -British Boi,Easily flustered and embarrassed, Massive Bookworm, Enjoys old cartoons,Professional cook, Secretly likes gardening, Very smart, hates it when Kevin annoys him with stereotypes or annoying him in general, hates it more when people mistake him for a female, acts like a mom, smokes a lot but tries to quit but fails -At some point, Kevin would accidentally call Derek “Mom” because of his motherly nature towards him -Derek has been bullied throughout his childhood to his highschool years. He’s been beaten, called names (Freak and Alien being the worst), and neglected by students and even teachers..the only people that has ever accepted him was his big sister Maria “Robotnik” Roberts and his grandpa Gerald “Robotnik” Roberts.and later on, Kevin himself. Sadly, Maria and Gerald died in a catastrophic raid by unknown creatures during Maria’s examination of her disease. Maria would often talk about how she loved earth, hoping that nothing will ever ruin its beauty and purity…and thats also what her final words were..before meeting her death..Poor young Derek swore to keep the planet safe in a sobbing mess as he watched her older sister die before him…Soon enough, Derek grew up to be the person you see now, crue, scary, bitter..though he is still keeping that promise to this day..doing anything in his power to protect this world…He soon noticed that people started to like him..but for his new appearance, mostly amongst the ladies..he personally finds that disgusting.

Emily Amelia Rose: -Codename: Rose (Or Amy…or both) -19-20 years old -Is an Assistant Nurse -Still studies in college though -She would be mistaken for a Vegan/Vegetarian since she would often be seen eating mostly non-meat products but she still eats meat. -Thicc, kinda has an unhealthy obsession with Derek, always seems thankful for whatever she has,can lift she can cook but…its quite mediocre? She enjoys nature and animals, she loves swimming and playing with any sea creatures,visits the Emerald Coast area in Empire city, ironically Kevin would be the one all over Emily and Emily would just shove him 300 feet away from her X’’D -Even the littlest things, Emily seems to be grateful for it all..its due to her relationship with her parents..She used to be a very spoiled brat who cares about herself more than anything. She always take her parents hard work for granted, throwing tantrums when they can’t buy what she wants. They have multiple jobs but little pay..later on..Emily matured and grew up..realizing what she didto her parents as a child and absolutely dreaded it. She felt so guilty but now..she will never get the chance to finally say ‘thank you’..and ‘I love you’ back..because it’s finally her parents time to peace. To honor her parents and repay her after what she made them go through, she would often visit their graves. Emily would buy any gifts she lays her hands on, setting them neatly on their tombstones and talk to them as if that were her parents, saying thank you and I love you. And to end it off, shed gave a little blow kiss before leaving to come back the second and/or more days of her visit in a week.

Lily the Birdie -Age unknown -Emily’s favorite pet bird -They’d played together and it would help Emily out carry stuff or something -Obviously would feast on bird seeds -Lily and Emily would visit other birdies in GreenHill Park

Hunter Chadwick -Codename: Knuckles -23 years old -Works as a store clerk with Kevin -Still works as a store clerk when Kev got fired -Total Meat and Fruit lover -The obvious body builder, always see him in the gym, drinks a lot with Kevin, that one friend who would get up to announce their homie’s arrival and start cheering for them,“4+4= two 0s stacked on top of eachother.”, he is easily angry especially if he looses something or doesn’t go his way..or his favorite football team loses, he’d drag Kevin along for some Crimes with Ryan (Ray) and Mark (Mighty) even when Kevie is hesitant, serious when it comes with the Chaos Emeralds and Master Emeralds -Hunter used to grow up with his Grandma and she would often tell him about the culture of their tribe before they vanished in to extinction. She would say that they will sacrifice themselves to protect the sacred gems known as the Chaos Emeralds and the one above them, which was the Master Emerald. Only a chosen group that has a much higher rate of chaos energy than anyone in the earth can utilized the power for whatever they please and train themselves to maintain and even ascend to a different level of chaos energy, his Grandma would say, but malicious beings would do anything to have access to that power..She’d go on and on that she will be counting on Hunter and the very few echidnas left on the planet. Hunter heard this a fact, he felt like it was an instinct amongst the Echidna tribe to be guarding the gems of immense power so he didn’t think much of it…though when his Grandma passed..the red echidna was living on his own but forgot the location of the gems, leading him into a panic,wishing that he thought more about it beforehand..searching for them, he met up with Naomi (Tikal) and she obviously seem to have the same objective..she is one of the very few echidnas left…

Im tired..I’ll make more references if people like the idea so anyway g'night T-T (sorry for any mistakes)


20 questions about 2016 with Lin-Manuel Miranda (Entertainment Weekly):

“I’m a f—ing mess right now.”

That’s Lin-Manuel Miranda mere seconds after the Hamilton Mixtape live-stream event at New York’s Richard Rodgers Theatre on Dec. 1, where folks like Ja Rule, Ashanti, Andra Day, and Regina Spektor performed remixed, reimagined songs from the Broadway musical. Miranda is in London (a new home) getting into shuffle-step shape in rehearsals for Mary Poppins Returns (a new experiment), watching the live YouTube event on his way home to tuck his kid into bed (a new pleasure, afforded by no longer being in Hamilton six nights a week).

Miranda, as a Miranda is wont to be, is emotional, but it’s a version of emotional which has become his defining reaction to any good thing — and there were a lot of them — that happened this year. […] It would be easy to get lost in the accolades, but that’s not Miranda’s M.O. Miranda spent the better part of this year beaming and cheering for the success and careers of others, never betraying more than the minimal amount of self-satisfaction you can cull from knowing you’re responsible for changing someone else’s life (be it New York actor or Montana teen). In 2016, others endlessly sang his creative praises — there were awards with his name engraved, holy grails of Grammy, Tony, and Pulitzer. But as his professional career skyrocketed, his emotional journey stayed largely the same: gratitude, appreciation, and a desire to create again, expectations be damned.

Exactly one year ago, he was one of EW’s Entertainers of the Year, and the same is once again true. Upon a recent revisit with Miranda, it becomes clear that when it comes to his commitment to entertaining this year, not a thing has changed — even though it certainly seems as if everything has.


4. What was the last Hamilton-related dream you had?
It’s been a minute. My go-to anxiety dream is I’ve got an hour to get somewhere and suddenly New York’s map has changed out from under me and I’m on some weird new train that’s going the opposite direction of what I wanted. It’s a little like Hogwarts and the staircases don’t get you where you want to go. I probably had a mixtape delivery deadline dream – that’s probably the safest best, that we were due to finish the album and I got on the wrong train and suddenly I’m on a J train in Queens.


9. Where do you keep your Grammy?
You know, I still don’t have my Hamilton Grammy? I don’t. I have my Heights one. Grammy’s got to get on that. Maybe mine got lost in the mail. I can tell you all the rest of the stuff is on a shelf in New York. I think it’s at my parents’ house?

10. What was your last text to Javier Muñoz?
My last text to Javi was “You got hacked! Change your password!” He got badly hacked and someone started writing all this crazy stuff, and I was like ‘Javi, Javi your Twitter is going crazy.’ No, wait, you know what? There’s one more recent than that. Oh, I texted him happy birthday!

11. What was your favorite day on Twitter this year?
The fun with Twitter, and the reason it’s so addictive for theater performers, has always been that you’re getting the dopamine of an audience in your pocket whenever you want. So if you’d asked me this question last year, I would say the day we began streaming the cast album on NPR. Six years of music I had been working on, finally in the world, and hearing people respond in real-time. I think my answer now might be people hearing the mixtape for the first time, hearing it drop in different time-zones at midnight like on New Year’s, and watching people tweet me their reactions has been wonderful. But I also really like the silly days. When I hit a million followers on Twitter, Jonathan Sun, this amazing writer, decided it was going to be a #1MillionGIFs party and so we were just sending the dumbest sh– on Twitter all day! Just the dumbest, funniest GIFs you can imagine, all day, and in a time when Twitter has gotten increasingly combative and dour and tough, because there’s been a lot of really scary s–t in the news, we were having a GIF party. It’s nice to be that oasis on the Internet for people.

12. Besides Twitter, which app on your phone did you almost straight-up break this year from using too much?
As soon as [Hamilton sound designer] Nevin Steinberg turned me on to it, the backgammon app. That’s like my wife and I’s sport of choice. That’s my go-to “I can’t be on the internet right now, I’m gonna play 20 games of backgammon.”

13. What was the most surprising Hamilton meme this year?
I was surprised by “Find someone who looks at you the way Lin-Manuel looks at literally everyone.” [Laughs.] You know, I’m lucky to be in a situation where most of the time when people see me in public, I am staring adorably at a fellow cast member or a guest on Ham4Ham or I’m at the Tonys and I can’t believe where I am. I don’t normally look like that, but I love that. That made me laugh really hard.


16. How did you reconcile the inherently political nature of Hamilton with a very volatile political year? Essentially, this is my vague Mike Pence question.
You know what’s interesting? I don’t think of myself as inherently political. I think the politics that emerge from my work are whatever politics are apparent to the characters who are living through it. The characters in In the Heights are dealing with gentrification, so you have to touch on that because it’s a day-to-day flesh-and-blood thing that they’re dealing with. The birth of American politics is happening over the course of Hamilton’s life, so you get into that because it’s inherent to the story. I think for me, the goal is always to make everyone feel welcome at the theater, because increasingly — and I think this election has proven — we get our facts from different sources. We get our senses of reality from different sources. It’s easy to curate your own reality. And in a theater, it’s 1,300 people in a room watching the same thing, and that’s powerful. You may have all gone away with different conclusions of it, but you all watched the same thing together.

And so, there’s the Pence of it all — but also the Obama of it all. We had a year in which we were invited to the White House to perform, and a year in which we asked the vice president-elect to represent all of us in the most respectful way I know how. And so those are sort of the two big “political moments,” but they’re about the same things. They’re about “please include all of us.” This country, we are inheritors of it. Whether you felt like you were part of the foundation narrative of this country or not, you live in it now, so what are we to make of it? And that’s sort of about as political as I think I get.


BONUS QUESTION: 21. Will you have a resolution for next year?
I guess my resolution is to continue to create space for myself and for my family. Without that nothing else goes. That’s the essential engine that makes me feel like I can get up in the morning and do the things I’m doing and just know that things are good with my kid, things are good with my wife, things are good with my friends, and if you have that, everything else can go away, because here’s the secret. The secret is, I’m going to write some big old f—ing flops! I’m going to write some things that really don’t work. I don’t know what those are — you don’t set out to do that — but I‘ve been very, very lucky and I know going in when I write a piece of theater, it can close in a night. I work on a movie, I know it can open and close and disappear. I’ve had enough to it to just know that you can’t control the outcome of something. You can only control the thing you make. So to that end, it’s sort of a refocus on my family and my friends and making sure that the people I love feel good and feel like they still know who I am, and we’re all good, and everything else feels okay, and if I have that foundation, it feels okay to play.

read about the rest of LMM’s 2016 in the full interview

Into That Great, Black Night

Word count 1700

Characters  Sam, Dean, John & Mary

Summary   Overview of Sam’s life in a world where John and Mary never become hunters. 

Sam’s very first memory is from a summer when he was four years old. His family had moved from Kansas to Connecticut.

It’s not a fully formed memory, some of the details are hazy, but he can clearly remember his mom handing him the replica of the Space Shuttle Discovery. It was big and heavy in his hands and he could imagine it jetting up, up and away toward the stars.

That night the model replaced his teddy bear, resting on Sam’s pillow. From then on, it never left his side.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt thingy: "You can't do any better than that"

Vlad Masters gave a throaty chuckle as he watched Danny pull at the cuffs binding his wrists. Danny glared up through puffy eyes, swollen and bruised, before giving up on his struggling.

“What?” he asked Vlad. He gave one more bitter yank at his chains as he spoke.

“Nothing in particular, just you.” Vlad smirked. He circled Danny, cape billowing out behind him. His blue face pivoted around Danny’s bruised chin. Sharp fangs sparkled when he spoke. “Just that you thought you stood a chance against me, in my own home, with my own dungeon here. It’s been a while since I’ve chained anyone down here!”

Danny spat at the ground. His saliva was red. “Yeah, how long are you gonna play prisoner with me? I got homework to do.”

Vlad paused, eyebrows arched. “Who says I’m going to release you?”

Danny smiled thinly. “Common sense. My friends aren’t stupid; if I’m missing long enough, they’re gonna tell my parents everything.” Danny leaned in against his chains. “And you’re part of everything.”

“I’m not afraid of your parents,” Vlad growled.

“Probably not. But it hurts your dating profile.”

Vlad grabbed Danny’s chains and hoisted them above the ground. Danny was pulled into the air by his wrists. “You shut your mouth. You have no idea—”

“—what that’s like? Not being loved?” Danny huffed out. He bit his lip against the pain building in his shoulders. “Yeah, I don’t know what it’s like.”

Vlad dropped him with a scoff. He stared his prisoner down before his lips split into a grin. He laughed loudly and heartily. “Ah, you almost had me going there…but then I looked at you. I should get a mirror. You’re bruised beyond recognition, and that is because I am stronger than you. That is because I will always win against you. No matter what little plans you rip up, I am better than you.” He spat on the ground, mixing it with Danny’s bloody saliva. “So have fun with your petty insults.”

Vlad turned his back and made for the cell door. “I’ll let you rot here for a while,” he said without looking at Danny.

“‘You’ll always win against me’?” Danny shouted back before Vlad shut the door. “Oh that’s hysterical.”

Vlad’s hand clenched around the door frame. He tilted his head over his shoulders. “Yes, rather like this. I am stronger than you, Danny. I am smarter. I am richer. I am far more powerful, far more manipulative, far more cunning. You’ll never win against me, not in the long-run, not really.”

“Ah,” Danny answered, chains rustling. He shut his puffy eyes and nodded. “I get why you say that… You consider this winning.”

Vlad clenched his teeth. “How have I…not won, Daniel? You’re bloody, bruised, and chained to my dungeon wall. This clearly is not a victory on your part.”

Danny’s cuffs jangled again as he stood. “Small scale, you’ve got me chained to a wall. I’ll give you that. You got to punch me a few times to feel better about yourself, so congrats.” He took a step forward, as much as his bonds would allow. “But where does this get you in the ‘long-run’? Your goals? Your dreams? This isn’t helping you.”

"…If you’re trying to be cryptic—”

“Just a bit.” Danny rubbed the red drool from the edge of his mouth. “I’ll put it simply.” The chains gave another jingle; Danny pointed his thumbs to his own chest. “Me: family, great friends, support, love.” He twisted his index finger out. “You: alone.”

Vlad made a sharp intake of breath. He whirled on Danny, eyes glowing.

“You: weak, scared, bloody, flimsy, pathetic. Me: rich, successful, billionaire, powerful, capable of ending you. I’m not interested in your dumb, childish rationalization over how you could possibly be winning over me.”

Danny sighed in response, dropping back to the floor. “If that’s how you feel. G’night Vlad.”

Plasmius slammed the door shut, though he still stood inside with Danny. “It is not…how I feel. It is fact. And you are nothing compared to me.”

"Vlad, I’m just gonna level with you.” Danny had tented his fingers over his mouth, legs crossed. “Literally everything you do falls under one of three categories. One, win over Mom. Two, embarrass or kill Dad. Three, win over or beat up me. If you cared more about your billions or your power or your success or whatever, you’d do stuff with that. You’d leave my family alone.”

“You lack perspective,” Vlad ground back. His jaw twitched. “I already have those other things. I’m working to get more of what I want. It’s called motivation, which you, as a D-student, clearly lack. I’m not the sort of person to laze around in my billions like a pig.”

“You’re not the sort of person to laze around because you’re miserable.”

A solid beam of pink ecto-energy connected with Danny’s jaw. It cracked at impact, and Danny yelped. 

“You haven’t the first idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh I don’t?” Danny challenged, leaning forward. Ectoplasm dripped from his nose, eyes shining with enthusiasm. “Because I’m talking about the man who’s earned nothing but the hatred of the woman he loves. I know, Vlad. Mom tolerates you for Dad’s sake. She knows you for who you are: a vile, manipulative, skeevy, sleazy excuse for a man.”

"Anyone can be won over!” Vlad slammed his fist against the wall. “I’ve made business deals the devil himself couldn’t seal!”

“Not my mom! Not when she’s so embarrassingly in love with Dad! And you—has it ever occurred to you that you’re constantly trying to kill the one person on this earth who genuinely likes you?” Danny threw his head back and laughed. “My dad is the last breathing human who smiles when someone says your name, and you’d kill him.”

"He’s beneath me.”

“But the weird-ass simulations aren’t?” Danny challenged. “You’re going crazy here, you know. The Maddie hologram? Genetically engineered clones for children, ones you still let die over and over? You’re basically that friendless kid on the playground who only makes up personalities for his dolls. You’re forty! And you have to make up people who like you.”

Plasmius trembled; his eyes burned with murderous intent. His mouth opened over and over, but no words came out.

"Beat me up if that makes you feel better. Come on and peg me with another ectoblast, but I’m not wrong,” Danny ground out with a smile.

“Rot in here,” Vlad announced coldly. He turned back to the door. “There is not food or water. Rot. Stay and rot.”

“Good night; I’ll see you in the morning when you realize you have to release me to keep any of your screwball plans in tact. Tell yourself you won’t, if it makes you feel better!”

Vlad slammed the dungeon door shut and jammed his keys into it. He stalked off down the hall. 

“But you know, Vlad!” Danny lunged forward on his knees, neck out shouting, “You’re a lonely, pathetic, miserable old man who’s slowly dying inside because no one loves you, and you make yourself feel better about that by beating up little kids. You’ll never earn Mom’s love. You’ll never kill Dad. You’ll never win over my family, so you can rot through life. You just get older and older each day, breathing and eating and sleeping and dying more and more inside. And one day your age is gonna catch up to you, and you’ll die for real, and I’ll still be around, happy.” Danny leaned against the wall and laughed. “I go to bed smiling over how petty and sad you really are.”

Vlad had reached the end of the hall, but Danny’s shouting still rang clearly in his ears. 

"G’night Vlad! Sleep well in your big empty house. I hope your big cold vaults of money are comforting, because nothing else in this world will ever comfort you. Not a wife, not family, not love! You’re rich, you’re powerful, you’re strong, but you’re an empty shell of a man, and you can’t do any better than that.”

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Wordcount: 5, 171

Genre: Fluff, Smut and some angst

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

According to an old folklore, humans were born with two heads, 4 arms and 4 legs. However, afraid that they would be too powerful, God decided to split everybody into halves and hence, it  became our life’s goal as human to find our other halves; near or far.

However, you thought, what if there is actually more than one of these ‘the one’ out there, what if the only thing that made these ‘the one’ not work out was because time. Perhaps, you were ready, but he wasn’t; perhaps you were both too young. You’d never know.

Just as you pondered about love and all its complexities, you can’t help but to think about of all the men whom you had crossed path with in your live; thinking perhaps, they were once that missing puzzle piece.

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The First Love

You met Park Ji Min during physical education class. Despite being in a different class, your class had joint physical education classes every Wednesdays. Being the unatheletic sloth that you are, you often opt out of sports and chose to help the teacher with the equipment instead. In other words, you were very much that loser who got ordered around by the teacher to bring out whatever sports equipment he needed and demanded to be cleaned. You were always quietly cussing about how you could spend times like these doing much beneficial stuff, like catching up on your sleep or finishing up the homework that was due in 2 periods.

On the other hand, Park Ji Min was sporty and well-liked by his peers. He was insanely charming and had a smile that could light up the world. The guys wanted to be like him and the girls wanted to be with him. Despite being only 16 years old then, his muscles were a lot more toned in comparison to his peers and the way he casually flips back his bushy hair made every girl die a little inside, you included.

You had developed a crush on Jimin from the first day you set eyes on him. You had never met anybody as beautiful as he is. He was talented, smart and funny; he was the vice-captain of the basketball team. Despite being the vice president to the dance society in school, you still constantly felt like a potato next to jimin. Your friends had encouraged you to speak to him, but very often, no matter how you mustered up your courage, you would let out an awful shriek, chicken out and run away in the end.

That’s until one day, with the constant pestering from your friends, you decided, perhaps you are indeed feeling more confident today, and perhaps you are not very much a potato, or perhaps jimin has a special liking for potatoes; you tried to convince yourself. You played with the hem of your sports t-shirt (which is completely free from sweat, because well, you don’t do any) as you inched closer to the basketball court. As usual, Jimin was in a fierce match of basketball with his slightly less good looking peers (at least in your eyes).

‘Here’s your chance!’ you told yourself in your head. Jimin had his hands to his knees by the basketball post closest to you; trying to catch his breathe. You reached your hands out and tried to give the best smile you could force out.

‘Hi Ji….’ Before you could even finish your sentence, a loud ‘bong’ sound echoed through the entire sports court. Whilst focusing your attention on Jimin, you had forgotten to watch out for your surrounding and ended up walking into the basketball post instead.

You fell flat to the ground. You noticed a handsome figure hovering in front of you.

‘Are you all right?’ He called out. You squinted your eyes, trying to focus on the situation before everything turned black ahead of you.

The next time you woke up, you were in then nurse office. You felt an intense sore on your forehead. Instinctively, you moved your hand to touch your head, only to figure that there was a huge bump right in the middle on your head.

‘what the fuck?!’ you muttered to yourself.

Just then, you heard a soft murmur and a groggy wild Park Jimin appeared by your bedside. Despite being in shock, you could not help but take time out to appreciate the beauty of your crush. You noticed he was holding onto your hand and your free hand immediately shot up to your mouth to cover up your giggle.

‘This must be the best dream ever.’ You thought to yourself.

‘Mmm, you’re up?’ Ji Min sleepily rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

‘How’s your head? The nurse said the swell should go down in a couple of days and you would be good as new.’ Jimin continued as he gently dapped the ice pack on your forehead which made you wince in pain.

‘Hold up, you mean this is not a dream?’ You asked.

‘No silly! You literally walked into the basketball post and passed out!’ Jimin tried to explain to you as his eyes turned into half moons.

‘Wha..what???!!!’ You shriek. You hurriedly got out of the bed and ran to the mirror. You examined the bump on your head and winced at the tenderness of the swell whenever you ran your hand through it.

Jimin could sense your distraught so he got up from his seat by your bedside and turned your body to face him. His gripped was intense but his face was soft, you felt like you were about to throw up. This was the first time you had been in such close proximity to Jimin afterall.

‘Don’t worry, you’re still really cute despite that big bump on your head!’ Jimin gave you one of his bright heartening smile as he tugged a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your face immediately turned tomato red which freaked Jimin out abit; thinking you had a fever.


The two of you subsequently started dating and school became all rainbows and unicorns. You could not focus in class but it did not matter, because the only thing that mattered then, was that pure innocent love you shared with Park Ji min. You would ‘inconspicuously’ visit the washroom after each lesson, just so you could catch a glimpse of your handsome boyfriend. As Jimin was seated by the window, you would casually drop him a little note before heading to the washroom; only to melt into a puddle of love when he returns you with another note as you head back to class.

Jimin and you shared your respective first kiss with one another and it felt like the most magical moment in your life. Both of you shared an awkward tension for a while before it actually happened. Jimin was notoriously shy and while he really wanted to kiss you, he was afraid he would be deemed as too forward. While you on the other hand, was going crazy with the tension the both of you shared and could not wait for Jimin to make the first move. Every day in school before morning assembly, your best girl friends would always gather at your usual spot, just close by to the basketball court (everybody seemed to have a crush on the basketballers for some reason) and they would ask you about your date with your boyfriend.

‘So… Did it happened?’ Your friend cheekily eyed you as she spoke.

‘No…’ was the answer to the question, every single day.

Soon enough, you were growing impatient and decided to take things into your own hands. Just as Jimin bid you farewell after sending you home from school like the gentleman he is, you grabbed him by his collar and planted a kiss on his cheeks.

‘It’s your turn.’ You shyly whispered to your flustered boyfriend.

Jimin knew he had been too much of a wimp for far too long. All his friends were mocking him and he knew both of you truly shared genuine feelings for one another. So without a second thought, Jimin grabbed you by your arms, brought you closer to his body and place his iconic soft plump lips on yours.

You felt fireworks exploding in your head. You could almost literally hear the birds sing. Life seemed perfect that very moment. And that, was how you had your first kiss; with your very first boyfriend and the most popular boy in school, Park Jimin.

Ever since the first kiss, Jimin had grew a lot bolder and would hold you by your cheeks as his tongue danced in your mouth. It left a burning lust in your stomach; except you were not sure what it was then. The two of you were innocent and young afterall.

Just as how quickly everything started, your first love ended pretty quickly as well. Both of you were young and neither of you knew how to keep a relationship going. After the initial excitement died down, you both figured out it was not going to work, so you parted ways on fairly good terms.

Even till this day, your heart skipped a beat at the memory of Jimin dribbling the ball across the basketball court while casually pushing his soft locks off his face.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

The Best Friend

Jung Ho Seok or more affectionately known as Hobi to you was your best friend. Despite being a year older, both of you served in the student council so you spent quite a fair bit of time together. You would always spend time in the council room after school, giving your parents excuses like ‘council meetings’ in order to spend extra time with your best friend. You were like two peas in a pod; always together and always getting into trouble with one another. One day, while engaging in your usual bickering, you suddenly saw Hobi in a different light. Suddenly, he was no longer the dorky joker hobi you knew; he was a handsome and funny council senior that you had begun developing feelings for.

You started putting in more effort in the way you carried yourself; making sure not to cuss or laugh like a man. One night, while on the phone with Hobi, just like you always do; Hobi confessed. He told you about how you were the most beautiful girl he has met and would totally have asked you out if you weren’t his best friend. You bit your tongue as you questioned if you should tell him about how you felt. You took a deep breath and decided to take a leap of faith.

‘Hobi, I like you too.’ You announced into the phone in a quiet whisper; afraid to wake your parents up, it was way past your bed time after all.

The two of you immediately decided to start dating and agreed to meet outside the school’s bus stop the next day so you guys could walk to school together.

You arrived at the bus stop earlier than expected so you sat on one of the benches; with your heart beating out of your chest. Hobi wasn’t Hobi anymore, he was your boyfriend. Soon, the bus that Hobi was on arrived and you saw your handsome best friend alight the bus. He shot you a wide smile and greeted you. Your heart was pounding. As the two of you walked to school, tension was building up. You knew you had romantic feelings for Hobi, but the awkwardness has masked your chemistry with one another and it felt strange.

The both of you continued dating for a bit and it felt a little less strange by the day. But the time came and Hobi was graduating from highschool. He was moving to the Seoul to begin his university education while you were stuck in this small town for another year. Although you both agreed to continue keeping in contact through skype, and made plans for you to visit him over his summer break, none of it happened.

Hoseok was busy trying to get accustomed to university life, with all his exciting classes, frat parties and new friends, he hardly had time for you. While you on the other hand, was stuck in the monotonous lifestyle of a highschool senior in your small town. You knew you would probably join Hobi in Seoul once you were done with high school but the distance pushed the two of you apart.

Eventually, all communications with Hoseok died down. It started with hour long nightly skype calls, to 3-4 nights of short calls, to occasional text messages then it became nothing. Hobi and you were done. You did not blame him as you knew you were not putting in the effort either. Through this experience, you lost both your boyfriend and your best friend.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

The Toxic One

After you graduated from highschool, you reconnected with your ex, hoseok to seek advice on college admission. You eventually decided to enroll in the same university as him. When the time came for your big move to Seoul, Hobi greeted you at the train station and drove you to your new dorm. You expected the air to be tense, but it was casual and fun like how it used to be before the two of you started dating. You mentally noted about how glad you were for getting your best friend back for the very least.

As you began to settle down in college, Hobi would bring you out to introduce you to his friends. And that’s when you caught the eyes of the infamous bad boy, Kim Namjoon. He was tall, dark and handsome. While he looked like danger, he also has two insanely adorable dimples that appear whenever he articulates his words. Your breath hitched whenever you were with him.

Namjoon was notoriously known to be quite a player, but you didn’t care. You were hooked. Despite Hobi’s warning, you turned a blind eye and decided to go on a date with this mysterious senior of yours. He had a way of turning you into a pile of mush. You felt the knots in your stomach whenever he kissed you, just like how you felt when Jimin used to kiss you. Except, you knew what it was this time. It was lust, it was Namjoon’s sex appeal that was making you wet.

You did not eventually sleep with him, but you did give your first blowjob to him. The two of you were horny as hell and would engage in inappropriate acts whenever Namjoon felt like he needed to blow off some steam. Regardless if it was the cinema, the back of a bus or a deserted staircase landing, Namjoon would place your hand on his hardened bulge and shoot you with one of his signature dimpled-smile as a signal for you to go down on him. You gave in every single time. You knew you were turning into a mess. Your grades were dropping, you had no friends and all you did was suck Namjoon’s dick. While you knew you had to leave this man for good, he was way too alluring. The way he whispered in your ears, the way he held you, the way he made you feel like shit a moment and a princess the next. It made you feel needed. But it never lasted long, you were never Namjoon’s priority. In fact, you were generally in the background when your boyfriend hung out with his friends. Except, until he felt like he needed a release.

After countless sleepless nights and the possibility of failing your first year of university; you decided to heed the advice of Hobi and break up with Namjoon. It was a hot mess. More tears and fights were included. You would say that’s it and yet you give in whenever Namjoon came begging for you.

‘Come on babe, we are perfect for each other, I love you!’ Namjoon would say in his alluring deep voice.

Except, you knew you were never going to be Namjoon’s priority, all he wanted from you, was to suck his very horny dick. So you decided that you needed to get away from the toxic ex of yours and so you signed up for an exchange program; perhaps some time away from Namjoon would help you find yourself again.


Originally posted by fy-taekook

Your Dorky Roomate

And you did. You were back to being yourself again. You were your happy dorky self again. Your grades went up as well and everybody around you were pleased to see you turning your life around.

After three failed relationships, you were a lot more cautious and mature now. That’s until you meet your strange roommate in your shared house. Taehyung greeted you with his boxy smile by the door as you moved in to the apartment after arriving in the country. Since you did not know anybody around in the city, you agreed to take up the offer to have Taehyung bring you around.

The experience with Taehyung was not like the usual. While he did bring you to touristy places, he turned the typical trips into spontaneous fun adventures. Taehyung was ultimately a big kid in a grown man’s body. Once, he brought you to Disneyland and insisted that you both dress up as princesses. He was Rapunzel while you were Sleeping Beauty. He held onto your hand as you pranced around the park like two deranged princesses. People were staring, but neither of you cared. You were in your own bubble of happiness and that was all that matters.

‘You make a pretty hot Rapunzel, Tae.’ You commented in between giggles while the two of you engaged in a competition of who-can-finish-the-bad-tasting-over-priced-mickey-ice-cream first.

Tae shot you a wink and pretended to flip his non-existent golden locks.

Another time, Tae brought you to a local sleazy karaoke bar. He started the ball rolling by going up on stage and singing his rendition of BTS’ Dope. He knew you would like it; you were a major BTS trash after all (see what I did there? lol). Despite the fact that Tae sucked at rapping and he made you embarrassed as hell as he tried to mimic the actions of rap monster, you were mesmerized. You could not keep your eyes off your silly man-child roommate. His eyes were always twinkling with mischief and you felt completely safe and free to be as silly as you can be when you’re with him. Afterall, he was probably equally or more retarded than you are.

After a few more shots of tequila, both of you were high af and stumbled onto the stage. The microphone squeaked obnoxiously as tae tried to pick it up. Everybody in the audience grimaced from the high-pitch ring but the two of you just broke out in a laughing feat. Causing everybody to stare at you in annoyance. You proceed to sing a very drunkard rendition of Beast’s Bad Girl. It was your secret guilty pleasure which you had drunkardly admitted to Tae. He knew he had to make you sing it.

Despite your words slurring and your body moving out of sync with the music, Tae thought you were the most beautiful girl he has ever met. He had never met anybody as quirky and spontaneous as he is. In fact, all of his ex girlfriends had complained that he was ‘too 4D’ and needed to tone down. He hated how they tried to change him. But you were different. He felt like you embraced and accepted his quirkiness and brought out the best in him.

That very night, you both tumbled into the shared house, sucking each other’s facing off. Tae broke off the kiss, breathless.

‘Can I.. Can I.. fuck you please?’ Tae asked in between breaths.

You had never done it before but you agreed anyway. Your first experience turned out to be a living nightmare. You found out that Tae was a virgin as well and he was almost as clueless as you were. However, he did make it up to you by going down on you and giving you your very first orgasm. Your head spun and you gasped for air as Tae lapped up the juices spilling out of your womanhood. Your eyes were tightly shut as you reached out to hold onto a bunch of Tae’s hair. He shot his face up, drenched in your juice before burying his head under you again. He was hot. He was so hot you felt like you were going to explode.

After Tae was satisfied with how shagged out you were from your first orgasm, he haphazardly reached out to the box of condoms his older brother had given to him for ‘emergency’. Tae was pretty sure this was very much deemed as an ‘emergency’ as he was so turned on and ready to fuck you, especially after hearing you scream his name while he ate you out.

As Taehyung carefully put on his condom, he lined his hardened bulge in front of you and warned you before he carefully inserted his dick into your linings. You cried out in pain. It was your first time afterall.

‘Omg omg, I’m so sorry baby girl, did I hurt you?’ Tae immediately pulled his hardened member out of you, worried.

You shook your head and encouraged him to continue. While it did indeed hurt like hell, but you had read online that it was inevitable and you knew there was nobody else in the world you’d rather be fucked out for the first time besides Kim Tae Hyung.

Eventually, the pain subsided and it started to become enjoyable. Being his first time as well, Tae Hyung was a shaking mess in no time as he cummed into the condom he had put on the very first time. He fell onto the bed next to you; both too shagged out to speak. The both of you started freaking out when you realised you have stained the bed with blood so very much that it looked like you murdered someone.

As the days went by, Tae Hyung and you had more sex and they were always better and sexier than the previous. Some days, you would meet in the middle of lunch break just so you could fuck. The both of you were very much horny and in love.

However, you knew time was not on your side. The year was coming to an end and you had to return to your university.

Parting with Taehyung was a teary departure. Tae hugged you closed to him one last time, trying to remember the warmth and comfort you had provided him with. You felt a tear fall onto your shoulder as Taehyung pulled away. And that was goodbye.


Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

The Fuckboy

So there you are, half way through your undergraduate studies. You missed Taehyung dearly. While the two of you were still in contact, you knew it was nothing more than a missed opportunity. Soon enough, Tae was dating another girl and it hit you hard. While you were happy that Tae had found somebody, you were angry that the girl could’ve been you.

Hence, on one of those lonely nights, you signed up for an online dating app, hoping to find somebody to take the pain away from you. Perhaps to subconsciously spite the boy you loved in a distant land as well.

That was when you found Min Yoongi. He had bleached mint green hair and pale skin. While he generally gave off a nonchalant, indifferent vibe, he had his moments where he was vulnerable and genuine. Yoongi started out as a casual fling you matched on the dating app. Sex with him was satisfying. He was afterall, very hot and very dominating, just as you found out was your guilty pleasure. But eventually, through the chats you had pre and post sex, you found yourself to be falling for this fuckboy of yours. You knew he was not into commitments; neither was he ready to settle for just one girl. But you being you, there was no way you could control your feelings for him. You were drowning in a Min Yoongi abyss which led you to make the dumbest decision ever. With Hobi’s terribly stupid advice, you decided to sleep with somebody else, in hopes to spite Yoongi out of his shell.

Except, the plan backfired. It threw Yoongi off the wall. While you did ask for his opinion and he did approve, the thought of you sleeping with another man made Yoongi flip. He realized that you had somehow managed to break down his walls and he was falling for you. But then he got reminded of how he was once young, innocent and in love with his ex girlfriend.

Despite being young, he was determined to marry her some day. He took up extra shifts at his part time job just so he could buy her expensive gifts that she had yearned for. One day, he decided to surprise her at her place with flowers and balloons to celebrate their 4th anniversary. Only to hear her moaning obnoxiously loud through the entrance of her apartment. And it was not his name she was crying out for. Tears immediately gushed out of Yoongi’s eyes. He felt like his heart had been torn apart. He wanted to leave, to run away from the horror but his feet were weak and they refused to move. So he sat by her door, weeping; tortured and tormented by the sex he knew his girlfriend was having. Soon, the moaning stopped and the front door opened. Yoongi wiped off his tears and his face hardened as he watched the love of his life step out of her apartment with some strange man he had never seen before. The girl was surprised to see Yoongi outside her door. She wanted to explain, but she knew she had none. Yoongi reached over and shoved the flowers and balloons he had prepared for the girl in her hands. A single tear fell off his cheek as he said;

‘We’re over.’

And that was it. Yoongi never looked back. He was completely shattered. He built up his walls and found his released as a fuckboy instead. That was, until he met you. He felt like perhaps, this time, he could open his heart. Except, you knew nothing about his backstory and simply felt like you needed to protect your heart from this fuck boy. So when you tried to spite him by sleeping with some other guy you met in the club, Yoongi’s walls closed up again.

Both of you cried; angry that it was a missed opportunity. Things could have gone well. Except it didn’t and that was it.


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

The Young One

After your once again painful parting with Yoongi, you decided to return to your hometown for the holidays. You did indeed miss your family and friends whom you had left behind to move to Seoul afterall.

One night, you decided to accompany your friend who had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 5 years to the club. You thought some fun could help you get your mind off Min Yoongi after all. As the night went by, your friend went wild and soon enough you lost her to some guy in the midst of the dance floor. You were feeling tired and not in the mood, so you moved to the bar to get a drink instead.

As you casually sipped on your cosmopolitan while trying to find your friend in the sea of people sucking out each other’s faces, you notice the guy next to you doing the same. The both of you turned and looked at each other and broke out in giggles.

‘Lost your friend in the sea of horny people?’ He asked.

‘Yeah… You as well?’ you asked.

The boy nodded his head and shot out his hand ‘Hi, I’m Jeon Jungkook!’

You shook his hands and took a closer look at the boy. He was gorgeous. He had brown hair that covered part of his forehead, big beady eyes and a smile that reminded you of an adorable bunny.

The both of you spend the next hour laughing and judging random strangers on the dance floor.

‘It’s funny how as the night goes by the single men and women becomes more desperate to find a partner and you eventually see everybody sucking each other’s faces out.’ You half shouted to Jungkook.

‘I know! It’s hilarious.’ He replied.

Except, the two of you eventually became one of the couples you were both judging after a few more glasses of cosmo.

Jungkook haphazardly guided you to an empty cubicle as his quickly ran his fingers under your shirt. His warm hands left a tingling sensation on you and you let out a soft lustful moan. Jungkook engulfed you in a hurried passionate kiss as he tried to unbutton your skirt. Your hand snaked over to the boy’s body as you felt his lean and defined abs under his white shirt. You broke off the kiss as you hungrily tried to remove his shirt. You needed to fuck this boy so badly.

You planted soft kisses at the nape of his neck and continued kissing downwards. Jungkook moaned. He reached out to cup your breast through your bra as he took in your seductive kisses across his torso.

Just as you were about to remove his pants, you knocked out his wallet by accident and his ID fell out.

‘What the fuck?! You’re 18?!’ You shrieked.

‘Yeah.. but why does it matter baby girl, come on.’ Jungkook said as his hand rested on your bare skin.

‘No.. no, this is too wrong, you’re the same age as my brother for God’s sake.’ You were freaking out as you gathered your clothes and struggled to leave the bathroom stall.

‘I’m sorry Jungkookie, you’re hot as fuck, but.. but… it would be like fucking my dongseng.’ You explained as you hurriedly ran out of the club.

Jungkook tried to chase after you but you were long gone.

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr

The window wipers

And so here you are, seated at a café, jotting down your generally unsuccessful, ridiculous romantic life. Just as you took a sip of your coffee, your best friend hobi arrived and you smiled at him.

‘How old are you? You freaking have a coffee-stache for God’s sake.’ Hobi whined, unable to stand how silly you can be at times.

‘Am I manly now?’ You tried to lower your voice to tease Hobi and broke out in your obnoxiously annoying laughter.

Just then, you heard a laughter than sounded very much like yours. You turned around and your eyes were met with a beautiful boy with pale pink hair.

‘Yeah I think you look pretty manly with that coffee-stache.’ He said.

Both of you started laughing again.

‘Have anybody told you your laughter sounded like a window wiper?’ you inquired.

The guy broke out into an even louder, more obnoxious laughter.

‘Yes. All the damn time!’ He said with his eyes wide open and exaggerated hand gestures.

‘I happened to think our laughter is pretty awesome though.’ You said in between your window wiper laughter.

‘Hi I’m SeokJin, you may can me Jin, fellow window-wiper?’ The boy quipped.

You introduced yourself as you both broke into another laughing feat.

All these while, Hobi sat back witnessing the ridiculous encounter his best friend was sharing with this random stranger.

‘Perhaps, perhaps after all the failed encounters with men, perhaps, this was going to be the final one, the only one you needed. Your fellow window-wiper.’ You thought to yourself as you exchanged your number with Jin.

Hi guys, this is a modified version of my actual love life (I know fml). Except, I haven’t actually met my jin, but my friend did actually point out that I laugh like a damn window wiper -.- haha. so yup, I hope you enjoyed my fic. I had tremendous fun trying to pair up the members with guys that had been in my life.

Also, I sincerely apologize for making rapmon the major dickhead. we all know rapmon is a major sweetie right? hurhur. Oh and i don’t know why I always end up with smutty storylines with tae because I swear yoongi is my love. but oh well. haha. Have a good day guize!

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Why do you like Erika, Sugar?

So this was a topic that came up during the stream I did last night and I wanted to write it out since I couldn’t really go into depth on why I like her so much in the middle of playing.

Spoilers n stuff under the cut.

I also acknowledge I got really carried away but I like to cite things.

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Agust D Review Special 🔥

It finally happened. Yoongi dropped his long awaited mixtape and we all dropped whatever we were doing, scrambling to get to Big Hit’s youtube page then rushing over to Soundcloud to listen to the full track list. 

As predicted this whole album was fully grown and self exploratory, mixing dark with light, old school hip-hop with deep 808 baselines and pop overtones, even delving into mental illness and the politics of fame. 

Shaking off any remaining boy-group stereotypes, killing the boy and showing us the mind of the man he is today. Through the bad, through the good, he poured his heart and soul into every line as we listened openly to the intimate details. 

The following is a full track review with ENG SUBS and a mixtape link, please enjoy: 


An amalgamation of every aspect of his new sound with the remixed title track backing from Agust D perfectly introducing his new era like a manifesto, wetting our appetite for the legacy he will surely set down as his career progresses. 

An original sound demonstrated, a persona stated as fact. Unapologetic, aware, the claiming of a new territory.


The now legendary title track whose video is a fiery Marshal Mathers-esque trailer experience attacking us at a turbulent speed. Effortlessly cool and fully grown, we watch a tied up Yoongi attempting to escape the beaten up old trailer facade like a movie anti-hero only to discover that he must ride along with these humble beginnings and get comfortable before he can smash his presence into the world.

The lyrics play into the message of the video as he roasts his own previous mixtape uncomfortable with his early work, and shows his grounding in references to the hometown from which he came up; not before shitting on every single one of his rivals with matters of improving class, climbing the ladder of fame, and the growing awareness of his own skill. 



A fiery continuation of the Agust D MV with a beaten up Yoongi regaining consciousness in the wrecked trailer, scrambling from the vehicle in which his journey began, leaving behind what was, owning what is, standing atop what used to be his prison. 

His appearance changes with the demand ‘Give It To Me’ to one of unapologetically jeweled urban style. Only then does he find the strength and power to smash through the facade of the world. 

We ride the almost Arabic melody into a cacophony of deep echoing base, metallic vibration, and one of the sexiest beats on the whole mixtape. He breathlessly penetrates our ears with his lyrics of defiance, spitting pure reallness when it comes to his endurance to achieve his ultimate goals of honour, money, and fame. 


04. SKIT

A heartfelt blink into Yoongi’s family life as we get to overhear a touching conversation taking place between himself and his brother in a restaurant. 


05. 치리사일 사팔 (724148)

A slick, edgey, rocky undertone of base guitar with pretty melodies and acoustic drums with a stark 90′s hip-hop style which wouldn’t be out of place in 8 Mile. 

His lyrics charting his epic come-up from the days when he was shaded and doubted, up until his final call back from Big Hit Entertainment with the area code 02. 

This is archetypal, the stuff of cinematic proportions which we remember when we’re old, the stuff of pure iconography. 


06. 140503 At Dawn 새벽어ㅣ

We’re introduced relatably to Yoongi’s tired yawns, immediately logging on to his workroom computer, beginning with a bare stereo beat which gives the frustrating sensation of being held back without blossoming, never reaching its full potential. 

It creates the perfect background with which to explore his themes of long hidden social anxiety and searing loneliness, a hard hitter for those of us who have, and still, go through these things every day. 

The track finishes with more mouse clicks and low white noise, a mundanity which makes Yoongi’s words all the more powerful. 


07. 마지막 THE LAST

One of the most moving tracks Yoongi has ever created, a high stakes pounding beat likened to heavy faltering footsteps, angry and breathless, culminating in an epic orchestral crescendo once again defiant in the face of its own themes. Exploring the deterioration of his own mental health in the throes of his social anxiety and depression fueled self hatred, allowing us to see him as we have never been able: troubled, suffering, doubting. 

Going beyond the Min Yoongi we all know and love, bringing us tears and reassurance with his own incredibly human survival story. 



A dark and spine-tingling exploration of the ego and its pitfalls inspired by the cultural icon and most famous anti-hero of all time, the leading character ‘Scarface’ in The Godfather franchise, embodying the doomed rise from the bottom to the top. 

Replete with a deep and dirty 808 base and ringing with funeral like bells fitting for an underground rap battle but with all the style of ghost riding the whip beneath hot palm trees in LA. 



A stunning almost-instrumental running along with the ghost of our beloved HYYH era over arched by saintly gospel choir chants. The colours of the world and its collective expectations bleed into our minds with its sweet melodies and the prayer like mantra ‘dream’ which seems to be an all encompassing urge rather than a simple statement. 


An uplifting modern day anthem with a steady unrushed beat and effortless electric guitar melodies building to Jackson-esque heights, its dream-like bridges and angelic female vocals can’t help but release an infectious buoyancy.

It is almost impossible not to sway along and visualize oneself freed, atop a snow capped mountain, arms outstretched in the sun. 

It embodies Yoongi’s entire message and manifesto brought to completion, it is the gathering together of all his inspiration into one 6 minute time capsule to rest at the edges of our imagination until we need it most. 



No matter what we each gained from this mixtape it is clear that even among non-kpoppers Agust D made huge waves, in a generation of meaningless hip-hop focused only on riches and demeaning lyrics, what Yoongi gave us is a psychological odyssey in which he paints himself through his mental anguish and pure heart as the archetypal anti-hero, both a fully blown inspiration and an ongoing cautionary tale of personal growth that he himself is still forging. 

He has raised the bar now so high that even Namjoon’s previous mixtape surely cannot stand against it? BTS BEAT will be avidly anticipating more stunning artistry from all our Boy’s, and will be sure to report and fully review any future releases! 


What are your opinions on Agust D? Is there any comparison with Namjoon’s mixtape? Let us know! 💖  

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The Finale of TOZX

I’ve seen a lot of reactions to the last Tales of Zestiria X episode flooding the tags and the two most prominent ones thus far have been Sorey and Mikleo fans being upset while Sorey and Alisha fans are quite happy. Somewhere in between, there are people who are getting angry at shippers for being upset, and for shippers being happy.

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A scholar who left the cave faring group of the verrucalt and has goals to attempt to “restore” the species, based on history and their speculative idea of an origin story. Due to how relatively small and unknown the species is, they often pass themselves off as a demon, and make a living basically making fake pacts with gullible vampires ( they’re the most common to seek out demons for assistance as it’s a norm in their culture) in the mean time so they have enough money to live and work on their real goal of research and experiments in magic, and trying to locate others of their species. Unique in the fact that instead of solely relying on the verrucalt’s usual inclination towards illusion/reality manipulation magics, they also have a strong focus in conjuring groups of creatures for protection, travel, or just to hang out and play cards with lol (other details in read more)

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what about The Love Story?

The Anakin/Padmé romance is - in spite of all the cynical criticism of contemporary trend - a beautiful and heartbreaking love story. In fact, it’s the only love story in the Star Wars films so far. 

People are fast to complain about Anakin and Padmé as a couple without thinking properly about the characters themselves, what’s driving them really and what they find in each other. It was clear from the get-go that the Anakin/Padmé love story would be radically different from the Han/Leia romance. Han and Leia’s relationship was built up on flirty bickering and basic comedy, there was not much of a story about it. They don’t have a single scene over all three films, in which they just discuss their lives, their wishes and hopes, their fears and that in an honest and personally intimate way. Therefore, naturally, we got to see a “classic” romance with a macho guy getting the initially resistant girl to melt ultimately. They are old-fashioned - even antiquated - in that regard, but perhaps fitting the mood of the traditional Star Wars audience. With Anakin and Padmé, however, we got a relationship that was not only much deeper in itself and more meaningful, but one that was also challenging “gender roles” while still having been approached from a very traditional point of view  - but only this time in its execution and style. It really wasn’t as much about them falling in love as it was a story about whether they should give in to their emotions and allow their love to blossom, despite the potential consequences, or not.

At first, the lovers are re-introduced to each other in a very innocent way. They aren’t lovers yet, but they have shared a past together. It was Anakin, after all, who played an important part in the liberation of Naboo, Padmé’s home world. Padmé, on the other hand, was part of the equation that gave Anakin freedom. They made a bond back in Episode I, a bond which was the result of a friend’s affection for each other, not a romantic one. Anakin was one the only person in The Phantom Menace who saw Padmé as a person, rather than a Queen. As a human being with fears and desires, not the position of power itself. Anakin, who was thinking about Padmé for the last ten years, was naturally and logically extremely nervous when meeting her again and it shows in his dialogue. He ridicules himself a bit, being overly nervous and awkward whereas Padmé is just relaxed, thinking of him as merely “the boy [she] met on Tatooine”, which is characteristic of their romance as whole. Traditionally in love stories, the woman is portrayed to be the more emotional one, the one that seeks for love and the one that makes herself vulnerable in front of the man, whereas the man is “normally” shown to be more in control and rational, not letting their emotions take over. With Anakin and Padmé, however, it’s completely the opposite. Anakin is the “weaker”, more emotional and more vulnerable person, who admits his feeling in front of Padmé numerous times. Padmé, in contrast, is a lot more rational and ultimately the one who’s up to decide whether they will be a couple or not.  In that way it’s putting a lot of audience expectations and habitations on their head and it might be one of the reason why the “typical” Star Wars audience doesn’t like watching them. It’s challenging and uncomfortable.

As fate willed, in any case, Anakin isultimately asked to protect the Senator and accompany her to her home world of Naboo, after assassination attempts have started to threaten her life. Consequently, the get to spend a lot of time together. Anakin isn’t afraid of showing his feelings from the beginning, he is quite clearly showing his affection for Padmé - but Padmé isn’t yet ready. She is resistant, because the relationship could destroy both of their lifes and careers. There is a constant sense of discomfort and anxiety in Padmé’s eyes and body-language that makes her inner struggle very visible and palpable. She likes Anakin, she feels the attraction - never more obvious then when they first kiss in front of the beautifully blue lake and the red roses - but there is a resistance, a knowledge of duty that prevents her from loving him openly and with good conscience. Even when they’re just having a fun time, when they’re joking with each other, there is hesitation and a bit of a guilt trip in her expression. Nevertheless, the emotions take over in that scene and the music starts to be more playful, the lovers forget the reality around them for the first time.

Eventually, Padmé’s struggle first culminates when Anakin confronts her with his feelings in the Fireplace Scene. It’s also the scene where Lucas pushed the stylized dialogue of their romance the most. These are inexperienced young people who’ve never experienced real love before. Anakin grew up in an Order that forbids love relationships, who was trained to restrain his emotions. Padmé grew up as a person who had been very focused on job and duty, not at all on her personal needs, including love. It’s understandable that their dialogue is awkward, it’s deliberately awkward, as the actors and writers George Lucas and Jonathan Hales have stated repeatedly.

It wasn’t that the writing of it was so difficult. I’d done a bit of writing a love story in American Graffiti, so writing wasn’t the challenge. The challenge was that I wanted to tell the love story in a style that was extremely old-fashioned, and, frankly, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to pull it off. In many ways, this was much more like a movie from the nineteen thirties than any of the others had been, with a slightly over-the-top, poetic style – and they just don’t do that in movies anymore. I was very happy with the way it turned out to be in the script and in the performances, but I knew people might not buy it. A lot of guys were going to see this movie, and most guys think that kind of flowery, poetic talk is stupid – “Come on, give me a break.”. More sophisticated, cynical types also don’t buy that stuff. So I didn’t know if people would laugh at it and through things at the screen, or if they would accept it.

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In spite of all the criticism, moreover, there is a hidden depth to be found in many lines of their dialogue that people tend to miss because they dismiss the whole thing too quickly and too cynically. “I don’t like sand.” is much more of a reflection of Anakin’s bland and bleak childhood on a world with nothing but sand contrasting with Padmé’s home world, which is fertile (with green area and blue water) as it is a pick-up line.

Back to The Fireplace Scene, though, which also marks a change for their relationship. From that point on, after Padmé made it clear that she couldn’t see them being a couple in the context of their lives and their duties and also wasn’t willing to play only in the dark as secret lovers, Anakin stopps being adamant about it. He accepts her decision and moves on. In the following, their developing love is more of a backdrop to the events that were picking up speed. 

After having visited Padmé’s home, both of them go to Tatooine because Anakin is suffering from nightmares that showed his mother in pain.
So they getto his home, where they both go through some very intense emotional moments. Those are experiences that connect people with each other. Padmé more and more starts to see a man in Anakin who is good at heart but struggling to stay on the good path. Those things are very noticeable, especially in the scene where Anakin leaves in his quest to find his mother. Anakin, at the same time, gets an even stronger feeling from Padmé that he was missing ever since he’s left his mother, which is - of course - only strengthened by the short and painful reencounter between mother and son.

Nevertheless, it takes the prospect of their own death that got Padmé to finally admit her own feelings and longings. The Love Pledge scene is a wonderful example of the visual strength that accompanies all of their scenes. Anakin’s black Jedi outfits makes for a great contrast to Padmé’s white battle suit, which nicely illustrates how different both lovers - past and present included - are nontheless. They were different, but they hoped their love would make both of them complete. It’s was a beautiful idea of Lucas to combine them bringing their own feeling to light with them being brought into to spotlight of the Arena, leaving dark catacombs and emotional prisons behind.

Have their wishes and dreams come true? Partially yes, but not enduringly. Anakin is a lot more balanced in the first third of Revenge Of The Sith because Padmé is stabilizing him, Padmé is accepting him with all of his imperfections, which was wonderfully symbolized by having her take his metal hand at the end of Attack Of The Clones. She makes him a better person. She gives him comfort. It’s only when dreams of her death start to occur that Anakin switches back to being an unstable, emotionally disoriented and dangerously powerful Jedi Knight.

In conclusion, their love story is not getting nearly as much respect as it deserves. They are a different kind of couple than Han and Leia, they are different kind of people - but in a lot of ways, regardless of the stylized dialogue (that said, lines like “My hands are dirty. - My hands are dirty too.” or “Who is this? - Someone who loves you.” aren’t any more sophisticated), they are also a lot more realistic. They were given scenes in Attack Of The Clones were they could be seen discussing their lives, their past, their goals and their respective feelings for each other, which has never been the case with Han and Leia. They were a lot deeper, including all of the imperfections and irrationalness that are found in the human love.

Anakin, how long is it going to take for us to be honest with each other?


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Rebecca believes that if we end the stigma surrounding child sex trafficking, we can truly change the world. 

Rebecca started a major billboard campaign in her city, spreading messages of awareness. “Being a prostituted teen isn’t a choice — it’s slavery,” read the billboard. “Teens sold for sex aren’t prostitutes — they’re rape victims,” read another.

“We need to love our children. We need them to understand that we love them. And not just your own children, but all children in this country,” she says. She also details different types of “pimps” — guerrilla and romeo — who target young women. 

“We need to show women of color and empower them and have them know that they don’t need to allow their bodies be there for the sexual exploitation of men,” she says. “The greatest impact we can have is in our own communities. Sometimes we just need to dig our feet into the soul of the Earth…because we can make the greatest impact right here at home.”

Rebecca Dharmapalan is a 19-year-old artist. She had a friend in high school whose boyfriend used to pimp her out in order to pay his cell phone bills. When she finally refused, he beat her so badly that Rebecca never saw her friend again. 

“I was on a mission to change the way people saw child sex trafficking in America. That it was a real, tangible thing. So what I did was make film…I realized that art was extremely powerful,” she says.

Oakland, California is one of the most diverse cities in the country, but as any city, “with diversity comes this harsh underbelly of violence.” So, Rebecca used art to change a major city problem. 

“100,000 children are trafficked in the United States. And hundreds of thousands more are at risk of having their bodies sold,” she says. 12 is the average age of entry. “Girls were being sold ten to fifteen times a day…these are girls in the United States of America. In our own backyards. In our communities. This is right in front of us.” 

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12/22/14 Upd8: It's The End of Reality As We Know It

And I feel fine. *Shot*. Reaction and speculation below! Also, there’s some really interesting stuff related to Legend of Zelda at the end:

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Back with Vriska and Meenah! Whoah, that reality cracking is getting really bad.

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And the afterlife is crumbling right before our eyes!

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I don’t really like your new look, Vriska…Oh, hey, there’s Hussie still hanging around.

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Oh god Meenah. Don’t you know you are just ASKING for double death by saying that?

Actually, I think double-death for her and Vriska is probably a given. As with every ghost in the dream bubbles. I’m getting a ‘right before the end’ vibe from this upd8.

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Fucking HELL. Do you know what this is reminding me of? Vriska’s heart-to-heart with John towards the end of A5A2, where she realizes EXACTLY this. She even says as much as in her last pesterlog to him:

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She really did like John, didn’t she? Damn it, I make myself depressed enough with this pairing…But I really feel like there’s at least one more stage to those two. I remind you all, Vriska is THE reason John is zapping through canon right now. And John is currently following the instructions of Terezi, who views killing Vriska as her greatest mistake. I am firmly in the camp that these events are going to end with Vriska alive in the new Alpha timeline somehow.

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VriskaxMeenah confirmed? I’m not a big fan of it, but sure. Yes, it’s sudden and a bit forced, but seriously, double-death is pretty much assured for them at this point. This kind of thing happens during those kinds of scenarios.

It feels like this is building up to something significant. Like something about the status quo in the afterlife, and it’s seemingly imminent destruction will change. We STILL don’t know if John’s retcons will affect the dreambubbles or not. And that’s without taking into account the OTHER significant event playing out in the dreambubbles right now:

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Calliope, alt!Jade, and what’s likely alt!Jane. Where are they ultimately playing into this?

Okay, a couple people pointed out that you can see the Triforce in this upd8:

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There’s been a Zelda reference before:

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So, Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker. Unlike Wizard of Oz, I can actually speculate a bit about this one.

In the Legend of Zelda, the Triforce ended up in three pieces: The Triforce of Courage, the Triforce of Power, and the Triforce of Wisdom.

The Triforce of Courage was possessed by Link, the hero of the story. That’s pretty obviously John. The Link in The Wind Waker is even given the title of Hero of Winds.

The Triforce of Power was possessed by Ganondorf, the primary villain. Fun fact: The Triforce of Power actually made Ganon immortal. Seriously, in Twilight Princess they tried to execute him, and failed epically. Ganon was powerful even before obtaining the Triforce of Power. Obtaining the Triforce elevated him to godlike status. The parallel with Caliborn/Lord Enlish is obvious. Caliborn already possessed the master class of Lord. Gaining the boon from Yaldabaoth gave him unconditional immortality and virtually infinite power. In the Wind Waker, Ganon was trying to find Princess Zelda (for her Triforce of Wisdom), much like Lord English is trying to find Calliope. So, LE is Ganondorf.

The final piece, the Triforce of Wisdom, was possessed by Princess Zelda herself. Which brings up a good question. Who is Princess Zelda? Is it Calliope? Possibly. She fits many of the traits of Zelda. But for the sake of the Wind Waker reference, there’s actually another candidate.


Well, in The Wind Waker, there’s a certain character, a spunky pirate girl named Tetra:

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Tetra was, to quote the Zelda Wiki:

Even though Tetra has a tendency to act tomboyish, take challenges head on and even act bossy and cold-hearted sometimes, she actually has a kind and caring personality whose goal is not always buried treasure.

A bossy pirate girl who captains her own ship, and is actually compassionate and caring underneath all that? Sound like someone we know? I’m referring, of course, to Vriska. For those who are wondering about Vriska’s ‘niceness’, I’m going to quote something from my John and Vriska post:

After Vriska’s death, I noticed a detail that makes her death even more heart wrenching in hindsight. You know how one of John’s problems is his festering grief over his dad? Well, in her last pesterlog to him in A5A2, Vriska says this:

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This has precedent. Vriska had expressed similar compassion during a conversation with Feferi in Alterniabound:

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Mind you, Feferi was messing with her, but the fact remains Vriska was still willing to listen. And chronologically, this took place before Vriska’s A5A2 character development began. And she and Feferi weren’t even really ‘friends:’

Vriska cares for her friends, it’s just really well hidden.

Now, there was an interesting fact about Tetra: She was actually Princess Zelda.

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Long story short: Vriska is Princess Zelda. What does that mean? I’m not exactly sure, but that doesn’t stop me from speculating.

Well, first, the Wind Waker was about letting go of a lost past. At the end, the old Hyrule was flooded. Link and Tetra/Zelda sailed off to establish a ‘new Hyrule’ in a far off land. I’ve speculated in the previously mentioned John and Vriska post that Vriska will help John properly come to terms with his dad’s death. The theme of ‘letting go’ would also tie into one of more tragic elements of Sburb: The fact that these kids never got the chance to ‘properly’ grow up on their world:

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But despite that, signs point to them being part of something incredible. Whether creating a new universe, or even a new reality. Their old world may be gone, but they have the chance to establish an entirely new world.

So, yeah. Take from all that what you will. I really need to look more into the Wizard of Oz sometime. ‘Til the next upd8!