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when he gets drunk and he starts confessing;; kim taehyung / 966

From what seemed to be a chill night with a favorite rerun on track played out on the television screen, came to you facing the road in your car as you drive down to someone drunk not even in your responsibility. Putting your car on park by the sidewalk, you slam the door behind you before you can make your way up to the people who called you for help.

Oh forms on their lips at the sight of you on their doorstep. My comes in a bulldozer throwing their asses off the roof as they scramble to open the grill, holding onto their hearts (and balls) in the process because - “Fuck!”

“Y/N! That hurts!”

“Good! It was supposed to! You guys know that he can’t handle alcohol that well and you went ahead and gave him just that. Are you-”

“Y/N?!” A voice yells into the air, reaching you in a speed that ricochets your eardrums because sometimes his sneeze alone can make fifteen people get a heart attack so yes, it was that loud, someone might call the cops. Jimin and Jungkook take it as a perfect time to bounce (claiming to give you space to tend to the poor boy pressed up to the glass window like a lover waiting for his own to return). You decide to deal with them later, closing the door behind you with a quick lock before you dart over because - “Tae!”

He’s completely melted on the floor, as if he’s trying to glue himself there with a giddy chuckle. His breath reeks of alcohol but you find it isn’t that bad when Taehyung smiles like he can grow flowers with them. Sighing, you remain on your knees beside him who stays still with his eyes screwed shut. It’s a time to take a breather when he turns into stone. But you out of all people know it’s just a matter of time before he springs into action.

There are a few types of drunk people in this world that you were familiar with. Loud, obnoxious and have no sense of gauging the human’s personal bubble space, one. Soft, giggly and seemingly swaying from left to right much like a palm tree whilst murmuring to themselves, two. Clingy, very clingy, too damned clingy, koala level clingy, three. All of the above, four. Synonym: Kim Taehyung.

You’re proven right when he snaps up out of nowhere and you have to catch your heart breath. Your efforts are doubled when he lunges at you, not even towards you but right at you. Like, bullseyes motherfucker. The air in your lungs feel like its punched out, the force Taehyung exerts to hug you tight and he may be laughing but this hurts.

Of course, you try your best to put up with him. Arms coming around to steady him before you - thud - never mind.

He laughing in your ear when you land on the carpeted floors along with him. Despite the impact, it softens with his arms that act like a cushion. You don’t think too much about it, focusing on how you’re going to get this boy to his bedroom because apparently from the struggles of Jimin and Jungkook, Taehyung refuses to budge unless it was you. So now that you’re here, it’s like he’s grown roots to stay here forever (which you will leave him the way you found him if he continues).

The nasty side of you doesn’t have the chance to come out when you feel bad thinking if you really did leave him. So you try to push him up even though it’s impossible, a game lost right as it started. Calling his name again and again doesn’t seem to help and this boy better not be sleeping. With a squeeze you give him by his waist, he whines and his entire weight rests on you. Legs tangled as they stretch out and shadows intertwining past the moonlight, you can’t enjoy it even if you wanted to because - “Tae please get up, you’re hurting me,”

It elicits an instant reaction, borderline to the speed of light when he sits up at the mere thought of bringing you harm. Apologies fly out of his mouth, one after another, before he can finish the first he’s mumbling the next, then it’s to following you mindlessly when you get to stand on your feet. With his hands holding onto yours, you heave him up and only go so far to the sofa. You agree with your mind that it’s the best you could do when he’s getting comfortable, a little bit more when you adjust his head to the armrest and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before he knocks out completely.

But he refuses to let you go.

He’s hugging your arm to his chest, smiling sheepishly with sleep infusing his body. You find it amusing, sitting by his side because there’s enough space on the sofa and humoring him to let him have his way before he dozes off. However, when he starts mumbling a few words that you can’t seem to make up with your name in it, you’re ready to fight him because are you insulting me right now? After me trying to help your ungrateful ass?

When you lean in closer to get an answer, the chewed up syllables and slurred up words translates into a soft mantra of I like you. I like Y/N. I like… you, Y/N. In that second, your heart stops, along with the seconds after that but you can’t quite believe it so you - “C-Could you repeat that, Tae?”

Silence.

Heavy breathing.

Silence.

“T-Tae…?”

Silence… snoring.

Chuckling, from you.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

A smile, from him, in his sleep.

Goodnight, Y/N.

Não quero ter alguém simplesmente para dividir uma cama, para aproveitar uma noitada, nem para dividir uma bebida. Quero alguém para dividir meus problemas, para acalmar minhas crises, para dividir um pacote de pipoca de manteiga enquanto assistimos um filme repetido, em uma tarde chuvosa e tediosa demais. Não quero alguém que me faça correr para o ombro da minha amiga, me debulhando em lágrimas e soluços, quero alguém que me faça chorar de rir, que faça com que eu perca o ar com um beijo. Quero alguém com quem dividir as coisas mais insignificantes do dia, e para viver momentos que ficarão gravados permanentemente em mim. Alguém que faça com que me sinta especial, que não se canse de me elogiar, que não se canse de dizer o quanto me ama. Quero alguém que sinta minha falta, que me ligue dizendo que está com saudades dos meus beijos, dos meus carinhos, até das brigas, que me quer ao seu lado de qualquer maneira, com qualquer humor. Quero alguém que entenda que hora sou barulhenta e escandalosa e outra sou calma e silenciosa, que sou constante e as vezes irregular. Que as montanhas do meu eu são tortas, mas que por trás de toda ‘imperfeição’ existe alguém que se importa. É isso que necessito em você. Não espero todos os dias por um homem que apareça, me leve até o céu, e depois corte as minhas asas me fazendo cair no chão. Não espero por alguém que me faça sorrir, mas depois me faça chorar. Não quero, de forma alguma, alguém que me peça tempo. E desapareça. E ai, quando eu tiver perdido as esperanças, você aparece, meio sem graça, me pedindo pra voltar. Não. Eu não quero. Eu não preciso. Já basta todas as minhas complicações. Já basta as minhas irritações. Quero alguém que acalme todas as minhas crises de nervo. Alguém que me traga um pote de sorvete, em um dia qualquer, apenas por querer me surpreender. Quero estar completa, me amando, para estar pronta, quando esse alguém vier. E eu estarei pronta para oferecer todo meu amor, mesmo que desajeitado, mas o meu amor. E olha, quando esse dia chegar. Eu vou sorrir tanto. Que as pessoas na rua vão notar e perceber de alguma forma, que eu encontrei você.
—  Escrito por Paula, Ana Letícia, Amanda T. e Anelise em Julietário.
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*Jennie wearing a black shirt that says #Stopthebunny2k17 and stands at a podium*

Jennie: Thank you all for coming this evening to Snakes Anonymous. I have called this emergency meeting to address a friend turned adversary.

*Jisoo and Lisa wheel out the projector and pull up a picture of Nayeon*

Jennie: Our new enemy Im Nayeon!

*Collective dramatic gasp*

Jennie: Raise your hand if this week alone you have been bombarded with painfully cute ageyo and thinly veiled gay propositions.

*Sana, Jeongyeon, Momo, Mina, Tzuyu, Jisoo, and Lisa’s hands go up*

Jennie: Now keep them up if they all came from one Im Nayeon!

*Nayeon walks in and turns on the lights*

Nayeon: What are you guys doing? Is that a projector?

*Jennie pushes Lisa into the projector breaking it*

Jennie: What projector?

There’s a list of reasons as long as my arm as to why a Rebecca pregnancy storyline would be terrible. I mean, on the surface it would be boring, lazy, predictable writing, and it’s a storyline that has been done 24884849491 times before across all soaps. Not to mention the fact that, with this couple and these two characters, it was simply not needed.

Of course, at this stage, nothing is confirmed. So while quite a few of us are preparing for the worst, of course I’m keeping my fingers and toes crossed that it won’t actually happen.

But if it does happen, here is the reason why I’d be most upset about it (aside from the reasons I stated at the start of this post!!!).

Robert cheating on Aaron just three weeks after they got married is hideous in the first place. It was horrible for bi representation and just horrible and unnecessary in the first place.

But I also think if Emmerdale do make Rebecca pregnant, this would also be completely awful for bi rep, and here’s why.

I really hope I can articulate what I want to say here, so I’m going to try my best. 

So we have Aaron who, from the start, has been pretty biphobic from time to time. Now, we could argue that his comments towards Robert now and then aren’t really about Robert being bi, but about Robert having form as a cheat combined with Aaron’s insecurities, but that’s another argument all together. There’s no denying that some of the things Aaron has said to Robert, on more than one occasion, aren’t okay, and definitely scream of biphobia.

Now, for the most part, I would say Aaron has tried to understand his partner. I think he was (is?) just…..uneducated?? I don’t know. I do think a lot of Aaron’s issues with Robert being bi is more about Aaron himself than Robert’s sexuality. But the bottom line is, for Aaron, he was so threatened by Rebecca. He was so scared that she could offer Robert something he couldn’t. (and this is another reason why I’m so pissed off that, of all the women in the village/world, Robert had to sleep with her.)

Okay I’m kinda getting off track a bit here. What I’m trying to say is, Aaron is only interested in men, and Robert is interested in men and women. BUT Aaron is the love of Robert’s life. He has never loved anybody the way he loves Aaron. I truly believe that they can be blissfully happy together for the rest of their lives. I honestly believe that Robert wouldn’t ever be tempted to stray, not by a man or a woman. I honestly believe that Aaron is enough, and we had months and many conversations where Robert really stressed that fact.

Two men, living happily ever after. They can get married, and do all of the things a male/female couple can do. They can even have children nowadays, through adoption or surrogacy!

HOWEVER.

They cannot make a baby, biologically, together. Of course any child they would raise together would be theirs equally, biological or not. It would still be their son or daughter if they adopted or had a surrogate. They would still be parents and the child would still be theirs in every way that truly matters. 

But the one thing Aaron can’t physically “give” Robert is a baby. He can give him love, marriage, sex, a home…..but he cannot physically bear Robert’s child. They cannot “make” a baby together.

And this is what fucking pisses me off.

Because if, IF Emmerdale DO go there…….it’s like them saying; 

“look, two men can be together, they can be in love and married and they can have everything…..BUT LOOK! they can’t make a baby together the traditional way! and oohh, one of the men happens to be bisexual…..he digs women too…..so let’s have him fuck a woman, get her pregnant, and have her give him the one thing his husband cannot. you need a man and a woman to make a baby!!1!! so let’s have them make a baby!!!!!!! and let’s have his insecure, paranoid husband’s fears justified!!! let’s “justify” his biphobia!! because being in love and married won’t be enough!!! not when there could be sperm and a womb and a man and a woman and a BABY!!!!”

It would be like a massive, giant FUCK YOU not only to Aaron, not only to any real life person in Aaron’s position, but for any bisexual who is in love with somebody of the same sex. Because it’s almost like saying “you can have so so much, but you can’t quite have everything, can you?” which is….fucking BULLSHIT because yES YOU CAN. You can still have children. You can still have a family. You can still be parents, even though you can’t just randomly have unprotected sex and make a baby - planned or not. You can still have everything that truly counts. With same sex couples it actually takes more effort to have children, which proves their desire and need to be parents, and the child is so appreciated at the end of it. 

But it’s like a big fat reminder that it can’t be easy for a same sex couple to have kids. Like, they can’t just decide one day they want a baby and then make love and make a baby. There are things they have to go through, steps that need to be taken (and I’m not being naive, I know that there are plenty of m/f couples who can’t naturally have children, I know that it isn’t easy for everyone to conceive and that’s not me saying that at ALL just in case anyone misinterprets what I’ve said. but bottom line is, two men or two women can’t have sex and make a baby. that’s the point I’m making) - it can be a really long process for a same sex couple to get a child.

So I feel like….to have these two characters; a bisexual character who has struggled with his sexuality for half his life, and a gay character who has been shown to not always understand bisexuality, to then have the bi character cheat and make a baby with somebody else is just……I think it’s so horrible, and nasty, and offensive.

And maybe I’m thinking about this too much, because kids are important to me. But I just find it horribly insensitive. I feel like it’s pushing the narrative that, in a relationship between a gay man and a bi man, the gay man will never be enough for his partner because he can’t give him a baby in the “traditional” way. And therefore it’s almost justifying the gay man’s insecurities about his partner’s sexuality to the viewer; making the viewer think “aww see, this is why he was worried. because look what a woman can give him that a man can’t.” (which….isn’t actually true, as I said above, because same sex couples can have kids)

I’ve always loved kids and enjoyed baby storylines and even enjoyed a good Who’s the Daddy? storyline, as cheap and cheesy as they can be.

But in a situation like this it just feels….nasty. Not cheap and cheerful, but cheap and nasty. I find it offensive to both characters. 

I don’t know if I’ve put my point across properly and I hope people understand what I’m trying to say. But it’s just something that leaves a nasty taste in my mouth, even just thinking about it. It’s probably the reason I hate most about the idea of this actually happening, because I find it deeply offensive. 

because, intentionally or not (and even if this does happen, I don’t believe Emmerdale would’ve actually meant to cause offence), I do believe it’s pushing the narrative that a same sex couple can never quite be complete, and that ultimately a man and woman are needed to make new life.

and I really really don’t like or agree with that. at all.