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Humans are Weird

So, I just thought of my own humans-are-the-weird-ones thing. What if humans were the only race to develop clothing and other things that are used simply to change our appearance. The other races don’t use clothing for protection from their home environments, and use vehicles for exploring non-native environments. Armor exists, but in a non-ornamental way, and generally doesn’t do much to change appearance, or is at least non-individualized. Makeup and nail polish are unknown, though tattoos and piercings are known to be used by some cultures for ranking and identification purposes and are not used ornamentally by any race other than humans. Hairstyles are not unknown, but are all generally for practical (keep it out of the way! I need insulation! I need shade!) reasons.

At first, aliens just think that there are a lot more humans than there really are, that humans that look alike with small differences are just family members, and that humans just naturally tend to be known solely by their family name. (Like, Alien “Ralph” meets Human “Bella Tailor” one day, sees her the next day in a different outfit, and thinks that he/she is meeting a relative of the human he/she met earlier, and that their family name is “BellaTailor.”)

Humans, at first, just thought that aliens were terrible at matching faces and names… and that they were apparently all nudists, but hey, who cares? Different cultures and races and all that, you know.


“Hello, BellaTailor. My name is Ralph. I believe I met your relative the other day. How is she doing?”

“I do not have a sister, Ralph. You must be mistaken.”

“That cannot be! She looks just like you, only more… pink, I believe is the correct color-word… and has your name! You must be relatives! It would be too much of a coincidence for you to not be related!”

“Where… exactly… did you meet my ‘sister’?” 

“Oh! We were on the same shuttle together. I must admit I am surprised; I thought that there was only one human on the ship’s roster.”

“Ralph, I am the human you met there. Remember how we talked about how uncomfortable those one-race-fits-all shuttle seats are?”

“But… no… you are different colors and patterns! This is a terrible joke. I wouldn’t suggest trying it on anyone else.”

“Dude, all I did was change my clothes. It’s not like I’m a whole ‘nother person, despite what commercials and such would have you believe.”

“Clothes?”

“Right… nudist… um… let me just… show you?”

Bella precedes to take off her top (not like they’ll care, they’re nudist anyway, right? eep, here goes nothing, really hope this is okay). Ralph thinks she means that they’re a race that sheds their skin, though he’s put out and puzzled over how no one mentioned that fact to anyone. After all, shedded skins can really clutter up an area, especially at the rate she seems to shed, though it could explain a few things. Bella, frustrated, puts her top back on, takes Ralph to her quarters, and shows him her clothing (which was still mostly packed due to limited storage space). Ralph finally sort-of understands, but the idea is totally trippy and weird to him.

“What did you think I brought so much luggage for?” 

“Well, I didn’t really want to pry, and your planet is… a bit… cluttered…”

*sigh* “Dude, I can’t… I just… urgh! WHY ME?!?!?!”


After many misunderstandings the aliens are brought to understand that humans can change their appearance in many ways, practically at-will. 

Then the whole issue of “camouflage” comes up. By this point, humans have developed advanced camouflage that automatically mimics the wearer’s surroundings. The other races react in various ways. Some are rather neutral about this discovery. Others are afraid. But many desire to obtain the art and secrets of “camouflage” for themselves. The earth and humans are now at the center of a conflict that borders on war - Intergalactic war. Because we’re the only race to have actually thought of camouflage. Thankfully, the other races begin to catch on before full-blown war is unleashed, but it is a very close thing.


@howtotrainyournana @crossroadsdimension Look! I came up with one! :D YAY for tired-brain-creativity! WHOOO (don’t really feel tired now, but I should be, and I know I will be when I have to wake up in four hours. :/ why does the coffee only seem to work when you actually want/need to sleep?)

To the people who are upset about the Wanna One final line up and are calling the top 11 talentless,

How? How can you say that? None of the top 11 are talentless. All of them deserve to be there. The issue was that there were only 11 spots and 20 amazing, talented boys who deserved those spots. In fact, all 101 of the trainees are talented. I could go on and on about how talented each and every member of that show is, but I’ll just talk to you about the top 20. 

TR;DL: It wasn’t anyone’s fault but Mnet’s. DO NOT BLAME ANY OF THE FINAL WANNA ONE MEMBERS. IF you wanna be mad, BLAME MNET. 

Rank 20 - Choi Minki - Nu’EST’s Ren - Ahh Ren, he was very good at everything. Maybe not the best in any regard but definitely an all rounder. Singing. Dancing. Variety. Visuals. All check. The issue with him gettng this rank however was that Mnet’s edits didn’t give him much screen time (this is the case with many of the following on this list). 

Rank 19 - Joo Haknyeon - He is talented. Despite needing some help, this boy is talented. He just learns slower than the other trainees and was greedy for positions he wasn’t ready to take on. He got way too much uncalled for hate because of it. I want to see him make a comeback one day as a stronger, wiser person.

Rank 18 - Kim Samuel - I shouldn’t have to say this but Samuel choreographed a lot of the dances they did for P101- hell he choreographed the Super Hot stage (baby is only 15 TwT). He kicked ass as center in Showtime! He was also good in Get Ugly! But Mnet didn’t give him that many behind the scenes cuts so I think that might have hurt him. He truly deserved so much better and I am going to support his solo. Hopefully, one day, he’ll debut in a group. 

Rank 17 - Yoo Seonho - He’s got cute maknae charms and improved so much throughout the show. He’s only been a trainee for 6 months and despite that he grew a lot in a matter of months. I’m so proud of you, Seonho. Thank you for comforting all the people who needed it at the finale. You are an absolute angel who deserved to debut as well.

Rank 16 - Anh Hyungseob - Hyungseob is a good dancer and despite not being the best singer he tries very hard. He’s also hilarious XD (fondly remembers the times he ran into a door) He’s also got variety skills. *cough* His rank is probably low cause the Yuehua boys are planning to debut soon *cough*

Rank 15 - Im Youngmin - Great dancer. Great rapper. I don’t need to say anything. Just watch any of his performances and you’ll see. He got fucked over by his fake scandals and because knetz eat people alive without knowing if the rumor is true or not. 

Rank 14 - Kim Jonghyun - Nu’EST’s JR - Amazing leader, who is selfless and always a sweetheart. He could have asked for center. He could have been greedy and asked for more lines. He never once did. On top of that, he’s a great rapper and a great dancer. Plus he a cute shy Wartortle. I have no clue how someone who was hailed the Nation’s Leader didn’t make it into the Nation’s Boy Group. 

Rank 13 - Kang Dongho - Nu’EST’s Baekho - He had vocals for days and visuals for days. His charisma was like fire and his personality is so <3 He was the cute babysitter for all the kids of P101 and I’m honestly so sad Guanlin lost his fav sexy uncle. 

Rank 12 - Jung Sewoon - Okay, look I love Ponyo . I love him so damn much you don’t even know. I was depressed when I saw him not get in. I can’t put into words how much I wanted him to be in the top 11. I thought he wouldn’t be close to 11 because he was 19 last time, but damn I feel trolled about this. VOCALS. DANCING. CUTENESS. I want to see him again in the future so badly.

Rank 11- Ha Sungwoon - HOTSHOT’s Sungwoon - It’s probably not right for me to say I didn’t want him in the top 11 because he needs to return to HOTSHOT so they can finally have a comeback. But he was Rank A from the start. Even Boa was like how are such talented kids not popular. 

Rank 10 - Bae Jinyoung - A lot of you seem to have an issue with BaeJin. But he’s got stage presences. He might not have shown it off at the start but he improved so much since then. Plus he has a great personality which you can see in any of the back stage cams since the actual show cuts his and Jihoon’s screen time.

Rank 9 - Hwang Minhyun - Nu’EST Minhyun- Don’t fucking sit here and tell me Jonghyun deserves to debut but then go off and say the top 11 aren’t talented when Minhyun is fucking in the top 11. Emperor Hwang has everything. Visuals, vocals, dance skills, and the relationship with the rest of the top 11. He made half this top 11 happen. So much talent you can’t even. 

Rank 8 - Yoon Jisung-  Auntie Jisung was gonna give up if he didn’t debut. He has stable af vocals while dancing. Plus he’s hilarious. Like really fucking funny. That’s been evident since he made himself a meme in episode 1. He took care of whatever team he led. I’m so so glad he got to debut. 

Rank 7 - Lai Guanlin - I personally didn’t want him to debut because I think he’s too young and still has a lot of growing to do. He wasn’t the best rapper or dancer but he’s got stage presence not only that but he was also only a trainee for 6 months. He’s only been in Korea for 6 months. Plus he’s like 16 so chill. 

Rank 6 - Park Woojin - I will flip tables if you tell me Park Woojin didn’t deserve top 11. He had shingles and still gave a bomb performance. He’s a great dancer and always draws attention when he’s on stage. He’s a great rapper too. He’s been Rank A from the start (BNM kids are so talented guys).

Rank 5 - Ong Seongwoo - Talented. So fucking talented. I can’t. He’s funny af, he’s an amazing dancer, he’s a god singer, he’s got a great personality, AND he’s got actor like visuals. Seriously, how can you call him untalented? Again he was rank A from the start. 

Rank 4 - Kim Jaehwan - If you have hearing, you know Jaehwan is talented. He improved his dancing so much to be here. Plus he’s savage and hilarious. Kim Jaehwan was actually someone I was worried wouldn’t enter top 11 because he didn’t have a strong solo fanbase.

Rank 3 - Lee Daehwi - This child did not suffer to have you call him untalented. He’s an adorable baby who can do it all. He is only 16 and he writes songs for crying out loud! He can dance and sing and maybe rap (I think). He was also Rank A from the start! (All the BNM kids are talented af so never fucking say he’s talentless)

Rank 2 - Park Jihoon - Got here because he winked BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not talented. He’s a good dancer like a really good dancer, And he knows how to work a camera, clearly. He’s not the best singer but he tries. He’s an okay rapper but we never got to see much of that. Jihoon is adorable and cute and a whole lot of goot things but people kept bashing him for getting to the top because he winked. He’s still talented though (Rank B isn’t that bad cause Jaehwan was Rank B).

Rank 1 - Kang Daniel - I will not take anyone calling him untalented. Seriously there are too many people saying he didn’t deserve it. Have you watched ANY of his stages. He ALWAYS stole the show and he’s NEVER been center. Look, people forgot he was a rapper because he sang so much on this show. Like he gave all the rap parts to other rappers because he knew they couldn’t sing. He’s an angel who loves cats and people. He’s also awkwardly hilarious. He was bound to be in the top 11 from the moment he hugged small Woojin. Worked hard and moved from Rank B to Rank A. Watch any of his fancams and prepare to be shook. 

If you’ve made it this far, I applaud you. 

Wanna One is talented.

Everyone in the top 20 was talented. 

I wish they made a group with the top 20 because I loved so many of them. 

anonymous asked:

You talk a lot about racism in the TW fandom and fans ignoring Scott and liking Stiles more because of racism. The exact same thing happened in Buffy when the funny best friend became more of a fan favorite than the main character. If it happens when race is not a factor, why are you so sure it's racism when it happens in TW?

I’m pretty sure then it was probably sexism, if it was a problem.  I wasn’t involved in the Buffy fandom, so I can’t say for sure.

Racism, sexism, homophobia doesn’t have to be antagonistic.   Your actions can have a negative impact without you slapping a Confederate battle flag on your pick-up truck and donning a sheet.   You don’t have to hate a minority to erase them.  

It’s not a simple matter of popularity.  It’s a matter of exposure.  It’s a matter of representation.   It’s a matter of watching a television program and forgetting half of what happened on the show because you only want to focus on the white characters.   

This is my fandom. I talk about it primarily because it is the one I know.   I am sure that in the future, unfortunately, I’ll find other examples.  And what I have seen in this fandom is a systematic erasure of the main character.   Want examples?

Let’s take Deucalion.   Remember in “The Girl Who Knew Too Much” when Morrell said: “If you want the psychologist’s perspective, he is an obsessive who both desires you and is threatened by you.  If he cannot have the object of his desire, he’ll choose to destroy it instead.“  There are 26 Scott/Deucalion fictions on AO3.  There five times that many for Stiles/Deucalion (131), even though Stiles and Deucalion have never talked to each other on the show.  The only time they were in the same place was on the hospital roof.  

Or Peter – He spent the entire first season trying to recruit Scott but most of fandom focuses on the 5 minutes at the end when he tried to recruit Stiles.

Everyone remembers Gerard kidnapping and beating up Stiles. No one remembers Gerard casually walking up to Scott to stab him, twist the blade inside him, and threaten his mother. 

Everyone remembers Derek/Stiles in the pool, but no one remembers Scott breaking into Gerard’s room to get a book and getting throttled by Chris.   

In this fandom, you don’t see people forgetting what Derek did or what Stiles did or what Isaac did.  It’s not about popularity, because Stiles or Derek or Greenberg could be the most popular person in the fandom, and it doesn’t mean for one minute that you have to erase the other characters, especially the main, eponymous one.  

There are 2534 stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.  As of 2011, 77 were Latinx, 119 were Black, and 10 were Asian.  This is not a coincidence.  This is a cultural predisposition to ignore minorities in entertainment.  The only way we change that is by making a stand.    

(Thanks to @nyxelestia for her help). 

Am I the only one who read this and immediately thought of Aelin? Like the monster she trapped in the lake - that could be the monster in Heir of Fire? And the trace that still runs through the mortal line - that could be the Ashryver line? What really makes me think of Aelin is the “no one remembers her name” line. Like it seems like a random line that Sjm threw in to show that the carver still remember this warrior. But Sjm never just throws lines in. And there’s that whole “nameless” thing Aelin has.

White Diamond: Not a fusion, not poofed, not shattered, and definitely real - An Analysis

Let’s begin at the beginning: The Era-2 Diamond Authority Symbol: 

It shows the symbols of Blue, Yellow, and White, all three of them triangles of equal size and distance. Turn the triangle on any three sides and it looks the same, but with a different Diamond on top.

Now let’s see the Era 1 logo: 

Pretty much the same deal as before. Four Diamonds, equal size, distance, etc. What this tell us is that whoever White Diamond is, she definitely existed both before AND after the war, which puts a big fat strike in the boxes of “fusion,” “poofed,” and “shattered,” since why keep someone who isn’t around anymore in the logo if they did the same with Pink?

Now let’s take a look at our next glimpse of White, the murals: 

First off, if we count the planets around each Diamond (presumably their colonies as of Era 1), we get:

- 14 White, plus the orb in her hands

- 7 Yellow (across TWO star systems)

- 8 Blue

- 1 Pink

Even considering the orb to be Homeworld, White comes up either short by one, or, if we consider some of the out-of-place moons to be dwarf planets, overshooting the mark. And speaking of moons, the most generous estimates tell us that:

- 3 of White’s have three moons, 4 have two moons, 3 have one, and the rest have none.

- 1 of Yellow’s has three, 1 has two, only two have 1, and the rest have none.

- NONE of Blue’s have moons.

- And Pink’s 1 planet, the Earth, has only one.

So, add that to the “not a fusion” category.

Next, let’s take a good, LONG look at White’s mural in particular: 

SHE HAS A BLOODY GEM ON HER FOREHEAD.

Now, just to add the final blow to the fusion theory, let’s remember that literally (and I AM using that word correctly) every fusion on the show has maintained the same gem placement as their components, and none of the gems in said fusions have been hidden in any way. And let’s also remember that Blue and Yellow have a very visible gem on their chests, and Pink has hers on her navel. SO… If White’s a fusion, then where are those gems that are quite clearly NOT visible where they should be?

Conclusion: WHITE DIAMOND IS NOT A FUSION.

To address the poofing theory, let’s look at the prime candidate for where her gem has been alleged to have been seen, namely, the Pyramid Gem: 

From afar, it looks perfect. Same shape and color for one thing, which is more than can be said for the old Lighthouse Gem = Blue Diamond theory. HOWEVER, here’s the size in comparison to Steven: 

Compare that with the size of Blue’s in comparison to Greg: 

Compensating for distance, IT’S ABOUT THE SAME SIZE AS HE IS. And it’s definitely not an outlier, since Yellow’s is about the same size: 

Unless White is TINY, there’s no way that the Gem from the Pyramid Temple is the same as the one we see on White’s forehead in her mural.

Conclusion: WHITE DIAMOND IS NOT THE PYRAMID GEM.

(And while we’re here, let’s also put to rest that THIS (the one circled):

is NOT Pink Diamond, since the shape is hexagonal, not rhomboid as it is in her mural and like the other Diamonds.)

Which brings us to our last piece of evidence, the giant white thing on Homeworld that resembles White’s silhouette: 

All we know so far is that, according to the Make a Wish kid who met Rebecca Sugar, it’s “not a statue,” which gives us the three major possibilities:

- It’s a ship (contributing to the Diamond Ship = Megazord theory)

- It’s a building, like Diamond HQ or something

- It’s White Diamond herself (which makes her HUGE, which would be odd considering how her mural and symbols are all the same size as the other Diamonds)

I can’t prove or disprove any of these as this point, but what I was able to prove is that she DOES, in fact, exist, and IS separate from the other Diamonds. That leaves only one more question:

Where the heck was she during The Trial?

Well, this ties into the previous theories rather well. Many people cite Blue and Yellow’s love for Pink and closeness between each other as reasons for why, if she did exist, White would have most certainly shown up, arguing that the Diamonds feel some sort of sisterly bond between each other. Also, people have found it odd that neither Diamond at the trial mentions her absence, not even so much as a disappointed look at the White section of the courtroom. And that is a valid question: Why wasn’t White at the trial of Rose Quartz, shatterer of her fellow Diamond?

“She doesn’t exist” shouldn’t be the first answer to come to your mind.

So far, we know that Blue and Pink were “close,” and that Yellow and Blue both “loved her,” AND that Yellow and Blue appear to have some semblance of a close relationship. We also know that Blue and Yellow both have a significant interest in the Earth and what happens to it and Rose Quartz.

What we do not know is whether or not White was as close to Pink Diamond as Blue and Yellow were. Maybe she wasn’t able to see her often, maybe she could never develop a close relationship with her, maybe she was just so busy running her 14 planets (the most out of all the Diamonds) that when Pink died, she never really knew her that well, and wasn’t hit as hard by her shattering and therefore doesn’t hold as much disdain for the Earth as the others do. Or maybe White shattered her and (correctly) assumed that going to the trial would lead to her being implicated like what happened to Yellow.

Why didn’t Blue and Yellow remark upon her absence? Well they arrived together from who-knows-where, so if they met up before entering the courtroom, and if they knew White wouldn’t be coming, they would have talked about it there.

In the end, White Diamond is most certainly NOT a fusion, she is most likely not shattered, and she is probably not poofed. She is definitely not the Pyramid Gem, and had every reason not to show up to the trial or even get involved in the story thus far.

She exists, is in power, and is a separate entity from the other Diamonds.

That’s it.

A Note From Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance's breakup if you haven't read it yet

A note from Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance’s breakup:

A Vigil, On Birds and Glass.
I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, and then a deep sadness overcame me, immediately, bringing me to life and realization- My Chemical Romance had ended.
I walked downstairs to do the only thing I could think of to regain composure-
I made coffee.
As the drip began, in that kind of silence that only happens in the morning, and being the only one awake, I stepped outside my home, leaving the door open behind me. I looked around and began to breathe. Things looked to be about the same- a beautiful day.
As I turned to step back into the house I heard sound from within, a chirp and a rustle. And I noticed a small brown bird had flown into the library. Naturally, I panicked. I knew I had to see the bird to safety and I knew I had to retain the order of things in our home, and he very well couldn’t take up residency with us. I chased him (still assuming he was a he) into my office, where I have these very large windows.
Just then, and luckily, I heard Lindsey’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and naturally being composed as she is, she grabbed a blanket and stepped into the office. He was impossible to catch, and I began to open the windows, via Lindsey’s direction, only to find out they were screened. The bird began to fly into the glass, over and over and in all different directions.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack!
I heard another set of footsteps, Bandit’s, running down the stairs in anticipation of the new day. Her entrance into the situation caused just the right amount of chaos (she was very excited to meet the bird) and we found ourselves chasing the bird into the living room. Knowing that this where it could potentially get sticky, being the high ceilings and the beams to perch on, I opened the front door as Lindsey did her best to encourage our new friend out the door. After some coaxing, flying, chirping, a wrong turn back into the library and a short goodbye to Bandit, he simply hopped out the front door- taking off on the fifth leap.
We cheered.
I was no longer sad.
I didn’t realize it, but I stopped being sad the minute that bird had come into my life, because there was something that needed doing, a small vessel to aid and an order to keep. I closed the door. I decided to write the letter I always knew I would.

[[/MORE]]

It is often my nature to be abstract, hidden in plain sight, or nowhere at all. I have always felt that the art I have made (alone or with friends) contains all of my intent when executed properly, and thus, no explanation required. It is simply not in my nature to excuse, explain, or justify any action I have taken as a result of thinking it through with a clear head, and in my truth.
I had always felt this situation involving the end of this band would be different, in the eventuality it happened. I would be cryptic in its existence, and open upon its death.

The clearest actions come from truth, not obligation. And the truth of the matter is that I love every one of you.
So, if this finds you well, and sheds some light on anything, or my personal account and feelings on the matter, then it is out of this love, mutual and shared, not duty.
Love.
This was always my intent.

My Chemical Romance: 2001-2013

We were spectacular.
Every show I knew this, every show I felt it with or without external confirmation.
There were some clunkers, sometimes our secondhand gear broke, sometimes I had no voice- we were still great. It is this belief that made us who we were, but also many other things, all of them vital-
And all of the things that made us great were the very things that were going to end us-

Fiction. Friction. Creation. Destruction. Opposition. Aggression. Ambition. Heart. Hate. Courage. Spite. Beauty. Desperation. LOVE. Fear. Glamour. Weakness. Hope.

Fatalism.

That last one is very important. My Chemical Romance had, built within its core, a fail-safe. A doomsday device, should certain events occur or cease occurring, would detonate. I shared knowledge of this “flaw” within weeks of its inception.
Personally, I embraced it because, again, it made us perfect. A perfect machine, beautiful, yet self aware of it’s system. Under directive to terminate before it becomes compromised. To protect the idea- at all costs. This probably sounds like something ripped from the pages of a four-color comic book, and that’s the point.
No compromise. No surrender. No fucking shit.

To me that’s rock and roll. And I believe in rock and roll.

I wasn’t shy about who I said this to, not the press, or a fan, or a relative. It’s in the lyrics, it’s in the banter. I often watched the journalists snicker at mention of it, assuming I was being sensational or melodramatic (in their defense I was most likely dressed as an apocalyptic marching-band leader with a tear-away hospital gown and a face covered in expressionist paint, so fair enough).
I’m still not sure if the mechanism worked correctly, because it wasn’t a bang but a much slower process. But still the same result, and still for the same reason-

When it’s time, we stop.

It is important to understand that for us, the opinion on whether or not it is in fact time does not transmit from the audience. Again, this is to protect the idea for the benefit of the audience. Many a band have waited for external confirmation that it is time to hang it up, via ticket sales, chart positioning, boos and bottles of urine- input that holds no sway for us, and often too late when it comes anyway.

You should know it in your being, if you listen to the truth inside you. And voice inside became louder than the music.

Now-
There are many reasons My Chemical Romance ended. The triggerman is unimportant, as was always the messengers- but the message, again as always, is the important thing. But to reiterate, this is my account, my reasons and my feelings. And I can assure you there was no divorce, argument, failure, accident, villain, or knife in the back that caused this, again this was no one’s fault, and it had been quietly in the works, whether we knew it or not, long before any sensationalism, scandal, or rumor.

There wasn’t even a blaze of glory in a hail of bullets…

I am backstage in Asbury Park, New Jersey. It is Saturday, May 19th, 2012 and I am pacing behind a massive black curtain that leads to the stage. I feel the breeze from the ocean find its way around me and I look down at my arms, which are covered in fresh gauze due to a losing battle with a heat rash, which had been a mysterious problem in recent months. I am normally not nervous before a show but I am certainly filled with angry butterflies most of the time. This is different- a strange anxiety jetting through me that I can only imagine is the sixth sense one feels before their last moments alive. My pupils have zeroed-out and I have ceased blinking. My body temperature is icy.
We get the cue to hit the stage.

The show is… good. Not great, not bad, just good. The first thing I notice take me by surprise is not the enormous amount of people in front of us but off to my left- the shore and the vastness of the ocean. Much more blue than I remembered as a boy. The sky is just as vibrant. I perform, semi-automatically, and something is wrong.
I am acting. I never act on stage, even when it appears that I am, even when I’m hamming it up or delivering a soliloquy. Suddenly, I have become highly self-aware, almost as if waking from a dream. I began to move faster, more frantic, reckless- trying to shake it off- but all it began to create was silence. The amps, the cheers, all began to fade.

All that what left was the voice inside, and I could hear it clearly. It didn’t have to yell- it whispered, and said to me briefly, plainly, and kindly- what it had to say.

What it said is between me and the voice.

I ignored it, and the following months were full of suffering for me- I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost. I used to see art or magic in everything, especially the mundane- the ability was buried under wreckage.

Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it- because it was my own.

There are many roles for all of us to play in this ending. We can be well-wishers, ill-wishers, sympathizers, vilifiers, comedians, rain clouds, victims-

That last one, again, is important. I have never thought myself a victim, nor my comrades, nor the fans- especially not the fans. For us to adopt that role right now would legitimize everything the tabloids have tried to name us. More importantly, it completely misses the point of the band. And then what have we learned?

With honor, integrity, closure, and on no one’s terms but our own- the door closes.

And another opens-

This morning I awoke early. I quickly brushed my teeth, threw on some baggy jeans, and hopped in my car. I gently sped down the 405 through the morning fog to a random parking lot in Palo Verde, where I was to meet a nice gentleman named Norm. He was older, and a self-proclaimed “hippie” but he also had the energy of Sixteen year old in a garage-rock band. The purpose of the meeting was the delivery of an amplifier into my possession. I had recently purchased the amp from him and we both agreed that shipping would jostle the tubes- so he was kind enough to meet me in the middle.
A Fender Princeton Amp from 1965, non reverb. A beautiful little device.

He showed me the finer points, the speaker, the non-grounded plug, the original label and the chalk mark of the man or woman who built it-

“This amp talks.” he said.
I smiled.
We got coffee, talked about gold-foil pickups and life. We sat in the car and played each other music we had made. We parted ways, promising to stay in touch, I drove home.

When I wanted to start My Chemical Romance, I began by sitting in my parent’s basement, picking up an instrument I had long abandoned for the brush- a guitar. It was a 90’s Fender Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue, but in my youth I had decided it was too clean and pretty so I beat it up, exposing some of the red paint underneath the blue- the color it was meant to be. Adding a piece of duct tape on the pick guard, it felt acceptable. I plugged this into a baby Crate Amp with built in distortion and began the first chords of Skylines and Turnstiles.

I still have that guitar, and it’s sitting next to The Princeton.
He has a voice, and I would like to hear what it has to say.

In closing, I want to thank every single fan. I have learned from you, maybe more than you think you’ve learned from me. My only regret is that I am awful with names and bad with goodbyes. But I never forget a face, or a feeling- and that is what I have left from all of you.
I feel Love.

I feel love for you, for our crew, our team, and for every single human being I have shared the band and stage with-

Ray. Mikey. Frank. Matt. Bob. James. Todd. Cortez. Tucker. Pete. Michael. Jarrod.

Since I am bad with goodbyes. I refuse to let this be one. But I will leave you with one last thing-

My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die.
It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you.
I always knew that, and I think you did too.

Because it is not a band-
it is an idea.

Love,
Gerard

I’m not perfect, I know this. But you aren’t either. For that, I love you even more! I’m gonna apologize ahead of time for being annoying and clingy sometimes, hell I’m so stubborn sometimes I’ll probably piss you off. But I promise when I’m wrong, I will always admit it, apologize and learn from it. I know you can’t be happy 24/7, that’d be emotionally exhausting. But I promise I’ll try my hardest to make sure whenever you can be, I’ll help make it happen. I promise I’ll always listen to whatever you say, and I’ll remember the little things like your favorite flower, your pet peeves, the way you take your coffee- hot, cold, black, light and sweet, all of that. I’ll remember the big things, your dreams, your fears, what keeps you up at night when you can’t sleep, all of that too. I promise you will be my one and only, I’m not here for games, when I’m about you I am so about you. Hell I’m probably obsessed w you, taking pictures of you all the time, sending you good morning texts every morning, and showing you off whenever I can. I promise I’ll buy you flowers, not too often that way they don’t have as much meaning, and not “not too often” where you feel I don’t care. I won’t get them when we fight because I’d never want you to associate them with something bad. I will buy you flowers because you love flowers, and I love you. Most importantly, I promise to be here. Through thick and thin, days will get rough but I would rather fight with you than love with another. If you need someone at 3am when you can’t sleep and you’re feeling lost and you hate your life, I will be there for you. I promise you’ll never be “too much” to me. I will be there for you on days where you can’t bring yourself to get out of bed if you’re too depressed to move or do anything. And I will be there at 2pm when the sun is shining and you are out smelling the fresh air and loving your life. I won’t love you any less on your bad days, but I promise I’ll love you more on those days because you’ll need it most.
—  letter to my future girlfriend
❝ I know, but I am your idiot ❞

Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you 

Pairing: Jungkook xReader

Words Count: 2,1k+

Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!

 - kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by jengkook

‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.

‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.

Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’

‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.

He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.

Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’

‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’

‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’

‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’

‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.

This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.

‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.

‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.

He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’

‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’

’Well n-no Y/N -’

‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’

‘Jagiya, I-’

‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’

With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’

Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.

‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’

‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’

‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.

‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.

‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’

‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.

‘LEAVE!’

Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.

I am sorry baby!

Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!

BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….

Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.

‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’

Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.

‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,

‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’

‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.

‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.

‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.

‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’

‘But-’

‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’

‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.

‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’

You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’

‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’

‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.

‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’

‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.

‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.

Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.

‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’

‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.

‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’

‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.

‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’

‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’

‘Beauty and the Beast?’

‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’

Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’

‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’

‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.

‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’

‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’

‘What?’

‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’

He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’

‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.

‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’

‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’

‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked

‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’

‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.

It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.

‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.

‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’

‘I know, but I am your idiot Y/N. I love you….’

what i say: i’m fine

what i’m thinking: The Golden Girls was an American sitcom that originally aired in 1985. The show revolved around four older women living together in Miami, Florida. In episode 4 season 2 of The Golden Girls, Rose Nylund aka Betty White says the line, “What happens when there’s only one of us left?” while the four friends are discussing aging, nursing homes, and the reality of death. After three decades of the show being over,Betty White is the only actress from it who is still alive. Does Betty White remember saying this line? Was this indeed some kind of prophetic line in the script? Does Betty White miss her costars, Bea, Estelle, and Rue? Does she think about this line every waking moment the way I do? Was it mere coincidence? How am I supposed to go on with my own life when-

What other fuckin show would have a plot where a major character disguises themselves in order to fool their closest friends only to have the whole thing fuck up because one of their idiot underlings can’t remember to keep his name a secret? Like nobody would think of that, but that’s just how it happened and it was brilliant

ajfdklsajfdklsajflkdasjfkladskjlfjdlsk bless this spontaneous drama, bless this beautiful accident.

10

“In the Company of FOOLS!”

Companion piece to ‘Day of Fools’


He’s baaaaaaaaaack! Remember that K-Squad crossover squiggle art I did for April Fools where I guest starred Excalibur from Soul Eater. Whelp, since some of you guys seemed to like this idea, guess who decided to bring him back for a sequel piece.

Guess who’s back to mess with the kwamis again?
That monocle wearing legendary little shit, that’s who!

Man I love Excalibur. To be honest, I never quite finished watching out Soul Eater (Soul Eater meisters, don’t hurt me). I think I made it to like episode 19 or so but that was like four years ago. Never finished it BUT I do remember Excalibur. Like who could forget him, am I right? Let’s be honest, even you’ve never watched a Soul Eater episode in your life, you’ve probably heard of Excalibur. He was one of the best funniest running gags of the show for me. I really lover Excalibur as a character and as you all know, I also really love the kwamis from Miraculous.

Do I think these guys would mesh well if they met for realsies with Excalibur being kwamified? PfffffffT! HA! Nope. The only kwami I believe might actually get along well with Excalibur would be Trixx surprisingly. Mainly cause, like her holder Alya, I think Trixx would totally fangirl if she got to meet someone cool and famous and who is more famous than the legendary Excalibur.

Makes me feel bad for poor Nooroo being all jelly and purple with envy cause his foxy lady is giving another dude attention. Don’t worry Nooroo, Trixx still loves you, you adorable purple nurple you. She’s just more dazzled by Excalibur because…c’mon. Who is more fabulous than Excalibur?

Don’t ask me how Excalibur even got the kwamis to be his foolish pawns for the day (probably through sheer bribery meaning that they had no choice but to submit to his will and entertain him as a means of not having to deal with his annoying butt all day). Just roll with it. The scenario doesn’t make a lot of sense. But boy does it make for some good ole humour or at least a chuckle or two.

Like the character himself, I think I’ll make Kwami Excalibur a running gag in my K-SQUAD sessions. You never know when he might pop up again…just know that like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator, he’ll be back to reign his annoyingly legendary head.

Speaking of K-SQUAD sessions, this is piece number 25. Only one piece left before I conclude this first session of my Miraculous K-SQUAD art. As always, I hope everyone will enjoy this week’s newest squiggle. See you guys next time for the finale. Until then, always staaaaay tune for more star kids!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

♥ More Miraculous Art by Squiggles

~LittleMissSquiggles (2017)

Please Don’t Go

Originally posted by lovercompany


Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Summary: Barry promising (Y/N) that he will never leave her side.

Word count: 1.001

A/N: I am back, finally! I wrote something fast and this story kept running in my head for days. I don’t know, but I was left by someone important these past few weeks and I just miss him. Although, I realized that there are people who care for me, no matter what, and I am happy to have them. Hope you like it!

P.S.: Barry Allen requests are open!!

- G. x


You buried your head between your soft and comfortable white bed pillows as you sobbed endlessly against them and you let your tear stains to wet them, leaving big circles of salty water full of emotion stains on them.

You’ve been locking yourself in your room since the time you got home from work and you didn’t even have your dinner, even though your stomach was crying just to have little bit of food in it.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your mother knock on the door for several times and you stopped for a moment, thinking whether you should open the door or not.

“Mum,” You answered when you finally decided. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Honey,” She was worried and you could hear it in her voice that she was. “I know that you want to be alone, you wouldn’t lock yourself in there if not. I just wanted to tell you that Barry is here.”

“Tell him that I’m not in the mood, Mum.” You repeated harshly, looking at the door, as if you were seeing their silhouettes across your wooden coloured door.

“(Y/N), please let me in.” It was Barry’s turn to talk and he tried to convince you for several times. “Please.”

“No.” You shortly answered, peeved.

“(Y/N), please!” Barry insisted, anger could be heard in his voice and you knew how serious he was that time. Barry cared a little too much for you and he knew when you needed someone with you by your side.

“Fuck, Bar!” You lazily got up from your bed as you dried your red and tired face. You opened the door and you saw two worried faces gazing at you.

“Finally!” Barry sarcastically said, but he then pulled you in his arms to give you a tight comfort hug.

“I’m leaving you two some time to talk, I’m in the living room if you need something.” Your mum warned and you just nodded your head in response.

“What’s happened?” Barry then asked as you two broke the hug.

“Eddie!” You spat his name as if it was a venom in your mouth. You then started to cry once again, tiny teardrops running down your burning cheeks.

“What did he do? I’ll beat him silly if he did something grievous to you.” His face was quickly masked in anger as he closed the door behind his back. You both sat on the bed, letting your body fall on it.

“I caught him,” You looked at your fingers as you fidgeted with them. “he was with Iris in his office at CCPD, kissing.”

“What?!” He exaggeratedly reacted. You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry. His reaction was just so idiotic and funny.

“You heard it right.” You nodded as you smiled weakly at him.

“He’s surely a dead man.” He shook his head as he tightened his fist, readying himself to beat Eddie. You stared at him silently and you both had those silent but not awkward moment. “He better get ready.”

“Bar?” You called his attention, letting yourself into sadness once again. “Why do people always leave me?”

“I am still here and I will never leave you.” He seriously looked at you, reassuring your doubts.

“I know, but Eddie promised me that he wouldn’t have done it.” You weakly asked him, voice cracking a little bit as you held your tears back. You still remember how Eddie used to be by your side every time and now? He’s gone.

“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.” Barry caressed your cheek as he quoted one of John Green’s book, The Fault In Our Stars.

“But they should never leave!” You stubbornly answered, not caring of your adamant behaviour.

“(Y/N), people come and go in our lives. There are people who can’t handle relationships well and there are people who choose to stay with you, despite your flaws, your behaviour, everything.” He explained as he moved quickly nearer towards you, making you bounce slightly on the comfortable bed.

“Why do some people choose to leave then?” You sadly and melancholically asked. You were still wondering why did Eddie do something wrong, even when he knew that you would be hurt.

“They can have different motivations, (Y/N). But remember that we are like firecrackers in this world. There will be that time where we’re going to explode and only the people who remained beside us will have the chance to enjoy the show, your show.” He rubbed your back to calm you and you just unleashed a long and deep sigh.

“Nothing’s to enjoy in my show. I’m a normal person, maybe a shitty one too.” You bit your lip as you were admiring Barry’s emerald orbs. “Maybe, I am the problem here.”

“No, (Y/N). You aren’t.” He shook his head as he dried your cheeks with his thumbs. “You are beyond perfect as a friend and people don’t deserve you. You deserve much better and I can assure you that.”

“Bar, they always leave.” You sighed and admired your hanging feet as you looked on the ground.

“I won’t.” His answer was short, but you knew that he would never leave you alone. He cared too much and he would never let someone hurt you. He’s never deluded nor hurt you and you knew that he never will.

“Please, don’t go Bar.” You pleaded himself, looking straight in his eyes.

“I will never leave you, (Y/N). You’re too important to me.” He smiled sweetly as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you tightly. “We all have a choice here.”

“And?” You raised an eyebrow as you relished his arms around you.

“And I choose to stay with you.” He answered and you were flattered for what your best friend has just said.

Maybe Barry was right, maybe we all just have some choices and priorities. We all have one important person around us and we choose the one we think we really deserve.


I Can’t Leave Her Here

||| Anon asked:  Could you do a reaction where BTS meets a homeless girl singing on the streets For money and one keeps visiting her because he slowly fell for her? |||


Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word count: 813

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

He will never forget the first time he saw her. He was heading to the dorm after a dance practice when he heard somebody singing. It was pretty late but he still looked around to see if any of the fans were following him. Good. Tonight was quiet. He pulled his mask on and headed in the direction of the park. There was hardly anyone around, except for her. She was sitting on the bench. The first thing Taehyung thought was that her voice sounded like out of this world. He leaned on one of the trees and closed his eyes. Somehow her singing calmed him down. He was standing there for a few minutes when the singing ceased. He opened his eyes and noticed that she was staring in his direction. He looked around to see if anybody was behind him but to his surprise she was looking at him and smiled. This made him blush and he quickly left the park. Good thing he was wearing a mask or she would have noticed how red he became.

▲▼▲▼▲

A few nights later he couldn’t resist to go check out if she would be there again. He heard her voice from a distance and was once again drawn to it. It was starting to get warmer and this time she had a crowd around her. They all clapped loudly after each song, sometimes throwing some money into the bucket placed besides her.

“So she’s a street performer.” he thought. He waited there and listened to her till he was the only one left standing.

“It’s you.” she spoke.

“You know me?” Taehyung asked.

“Not yet. But I remember those eyes.” she smiled giving him a hand. “My name is Y/N.”

Her smile made him feel warm and he took and shaked her hand taking his mask off at the same time. He waited for some kind of reaction but she showed no signs of knowing him.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s strange. You really don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?” she chuckled.

“Ah no no, it’s just that-“ he started stuttering, embarrassed of his own question. “Of course. Not everyone is going to know about you.” he thought.

“I didn’t quite catch your name.”

“Oh it’s Taehyung, nice to meet you.” and just now he noticed that he was holding her hand the whole time. “I’m sorry.” he said quickly letting go of it.

“It’s okay.” she smiled again. “Do you like music?”

“Yeah! I love music! I’m a singer myself.” he blurted and then realized what he said. Somehow he didn’t yet want her to know that he belonged in a group. “But I just sing to myself and such, not like I’m a pro or anything, you know.” he tried to explain.

“That’s amazing!! We should definitely try singing together one day.”

“That would be great.” he said as he checked the time. “Oh shoot. I was supposed to be back 2 hours ago.” he thought.

“In a hurry?”

“Kind of. Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Where else.” she said but Taehyung didn’t take it into consideration that time and just quickly waved her goodbye and rushed back.

▲▼▲▼▲

He couldn’t stop thinking about her but their schedules became so packed that he couldn’t go see her for almost 2 weeks. Sad that he probably missed his chance, he still wandered into the park. Maybe. Just maybe she will be there.

He was more surprised not by the fact that she was there but because she was actually sleeping on the same bench he always saw her singing on. He then noticed she was wearing the same clothes from their last meeting. Concerned he approached. He took his jacket off and put it on her but as he was looking at her face she woke up.

“Taehyung!?” she gasped. “Oh gosh, this is embarrassing.”

“Y/N, are you okay? Why are you sleeping here? It’s already really late outside.”

“Because I don’t have where to go.” she said averting her gaze to the ground. She held onto Taehyung’s jacket and started crying.

Only then did he realize that the owner of this angelic voice was actually homeless. He had so many questions as to what happened because she looked about his age but decided to leave them for later and just sat down and took her in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” was all he could say but that was enough as she hugged him back and cried till there was nothing left. Her breathing slowed down and Taehyung noticed that she fell asleep.

“How cute.” he thought wiping the tears away from her face. “I can’t leave her here.” he told himself as he picked her up and put her on his back. “She can stay with me for as long as she wants.” he decided, heading in the direction of the dorm.


~ Part 2 ~

A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

The thing about bones is that they break, skin stretches but never returns to the shape of your first memory. I try to fill the spaces between those broken bones with the moments we never got to breathe, but every new breath forms creases on the yesterdays I am folding between those blank pages. So I’ll write about hands I don’t have to hold the laughter I’ll never share with the sun, I’ll erase my edges to become the rain the clouds never run out of, ill recite you just to hear the silence answer. I’ll write about the eyes that never runs out of sight of the horizons I chase to see you one more time. I will carry more stars every night just to make sure you have enough for all your wishes I never got to be a part of. we are futile promises basing expectations on the outcome of a solitary smile, a fragmented position of involuntary stalemates. I’ve seen your name wearing another’s meaning, I’ve seen the probable causes of emancipation - we were always meant to be together, alone. We’ve been battling to fasten the knot of our tomorrows only to come back to broken threads of lonely winters. We had our fall mapped long before the spring sparkled on our empty lies. I can write copious lines for us only to end up empty with each new line, I haven’t been more empty with words I fill my pages with. I don’t want words that don’t hold the same lilt as your sadness, the same derogatory touch we led right now into. It takes two to feel lost, and we followed our thoughts into a darkness we loved more than ourselves, a clutch we needed to inhale one more time to remember why we’re here. This is how promises get left behind - inside the tears we only show when we’re alone. And now I am no longer a dreamcatcher for those nights when the only thing we are scared of are the ghosts we have become for each other. I have yet to learn how to differentiate between you and breathing. And till then I will name every next poem with our first memory.
—  A collab with my darling @untold-stories-here

Do some of you remember the sketch I posted in March? 
It took me ages to color this (I blame the hair!*laughs*) And that even though this is only ONE panel of a whole page. That goes to show why I should never draw comics, I treat every panel like a real painting *giggles*

Buuuut I am sooo glad I FINALLY finished this one *///* It’s one of my most favorite ZevYas scenes, simply because…Well. It’s kind of romantic, isn’t it? ♥ 

Q+A For ConcertTeamup

Hello everyone! I hope some of this clear things up. I understand some are a little confused on how this all works! Remember I am always here if you have any questions or concerns, please send them through messages or on ask! Lots of to you all! x


Q:   “Is this legit?”

A: Yes, I want this all to be as safe as possible for fans. We don’t scam and we don’t lie.


Q: “I’m selling a ticket, how do I do this?”

A: You have already done what you need to do! All I need to know is that you have one (or more) available for purchase! I will then find you someone to match with, as soon as possible. 


Q: “How do I send a request or submission for a ticket/s?”

A: Simple! Send them through ask or messaging! Both are available and open. Submitting makes it a little difficult to answer you directly though.


Q: “What should I send for the request for tickets?”

A: Just tell me what show you are wanting to attend to, and how many tickets you need, also if you need a specific ticket. It is nice to know your age, your name also how much you are offering but that is totally optional for you to tell me.


Q: “How do I get ‘Matched’” 

A: Simple, pretty much once I find a ticket, and if you are chosen. I tell you who you have been matched with. I will also then tell you that you should contact each other for how you want it all to be arranged. I don’t want to intrude on your details so I leave the communication aspect to be completely up to you two.


Q: “I have been matched and am talking to the seller/buyer and we need help”

A: I am always here to help you guys in any way that I can.


Q: “I have been matched but i’m getting a strange vibe”

A: I’m very sorry to hear that. We want this to be as safe and easy as possible. If you for some reason feel that there is something shady coming from your seller/buyer, please let us know immediately. I will ask you to share what you think might be happening. I will then talk to the two of you to sort it out. It will then be asked to the seller for proof by photo and/or video of the ticket/s. If you still feel that there may be more going on, I will gladly find you someone else that you feel safer with. Although, there is a very slight chance that you will be scammed, as I talk to all of you before you are matched and make sure that you have good intentions. 


Q: “I already have tickets, I just don’t want to go alone”

A: That is totally understandable, and congrats on getting tickets! I will try and find someone to match you with as soon as possible so you have someone to attend the show with. 


Q: “How do I pay once I have been matched?”

A: I leave this up to the two of you to decide as people have different requirements. Although I know you can send the payment through Ticketmaster, Paypal, Bank Transfers, etc. But again the decision is totally up to and what works best for you and your seller/buyer. Im always here if you need any assistance. 


Q: “How do I send the tickets to the buyer?”

A: As of right at this moment, nobody has their physical tickets as its only been about 36 hours since tickets sold out. But in the future you are able to connect with each other on Ticketmaster to transfer tickets, without any costs and also safely. You can also mail tickets as an option, but we all know that shipping physical items may get lost in delivery. Again this is totally up to the buyer/seller, which ever method works best for the two of you is important. Im always here for help.


Q: “I have been matched, and have successfully gotten my tickets, but I no longer need them”

A: Thats totally fine! I will find someone for you to match with! You now take on the role as a seller. 


Q: “I have been matched to a seller, but I don’t need the ticket/s anymore”

A: Sorry to hear that! We will then find someone else for the ticket/s”


Q: “Will you let us know if you have any available?”

A: Yes of course! As soon as I have some available, you will all be notified. I recommend turning our posts notifications on. You can do this by going on my home page and selecting the person shaped icon in the right corner, once selected there should be a “Get Notifications” button. Click that. There will then be a lightning bolt next to the icon to confirm. I am always here for help if you are confused. 


A: “Can I be added to the ___ list”

Q: Yes, although there is no waiting list. Once I let you guys know that there is a ticket available, I will also tell you a specific word (Example: “Green”, “Pink”, “Sweet Creature”) Send me the word that I ask for that is linked to that ticket, and you will be added to a list that will help me randomly draw one of you for the ticket. I want it to be as fair as possible. If you guys prefer a waiting list, please let me know. I want all of you to get a chance. 


Q: “How do I get chosen for tickets, is there something I can do”

A: Demand for tickets is very high at the moment. Send me a request, and also keep on the look out for my posts. I don’t choose for who I think deserves it more, I think you all deserve a chance and a ticket. I don’t single people out if they believe in specific ‘ships’ or if they just created a blog that day. We all support the same person/people and I think thats very important, so no at this moment there is no special way to get a ticket. In the future there may be a list, but no I want this to be as fair as possible. If you disagree or have another opinion, please let me know again I want what works best for all of you! 


Q: “I didn’t get any tickets the last time you had some available”

A: Don’t give up, there will be more to come. It’s only been two days and I have already been able to match people. Just keep your eyes peeled on my account. 


Q: “How much time do people have to be entered on to the list for the  ______ show?”

A: After I notify you all that I have a ticket available. Im giving you all 12 hours to send me the specific word. Please keep in mind that may change depending on if the seller will allow this much time. 


Q: “You didn’t reply, was I not on the list?”

A: If you sent me the word in the correct time, you would have been on the list. If I don’t answer its because I have quite a few messages, but don’t worry nobody is going unnoticed. I see all. 


Q: “Do you have the ticket physically”

A: No, I dont. A direct you to someone who does and is safe/reliable. 
Think of me as a manager. 


Q: “If you manage to get tickets, will the name change to yours?”

A: No, I don’t think the name will change. As far as I’m aware the person who first bought the ticket will have their name on it. 


Q: “Where exactly are you getting the tickets from”

A: Either someone has come to me saying they have some for sale, or I look for them myself through other platforms. 


Q: “For example, if I was able to get a ticket to the Sydney show with your help, will there be a problem when I show them the ticket at the venue…? Because I heard several people saying that they may not let you in if it doesn’t have your name on it or something like that?”

A: From what I’ve heard is that its different for every place. Some people will only be allowed access if the person who originally bought the tickets is there with ID for proof. This is where we get the name ‘concertTeamUp’. So if someone is selling a ticket the buyer can tag along with the person who has their name on the ticket. This way you will be “Teaming Up” and going to the show together. Although some places also don’t need for the person who originally bought the ticket with their name on it to be there. I would suggest calling and/or emailing the venue that you are planning to go to. We would hate for someone to get a ticket but not be allowed access. Let us know if you do contact the venues, we can then make a post about the guidelines for each place, if you guys wish. 


Q: “If I am matched but I don’t respond right away, will it be given away to someone else?” 

A: No. I will wait for your response. If you don’t need the ticket anymore I will give it to someone else though. 


Q: I sent a message but Im not sure you got it, you didn’t reply.”

A: Most cases I have seen it, I just haven’t had the chance to reply. I will get back to you as soon as I can. Again, I didn’t realize my blog would be noticed as much as it is. So don’t panic, I do see all.


Q: “I’m still confused”

A: Thats totally okay! Message me and I will try my best to help you understand! 


Q: “Are you selling two tickets at a time to one person?”

A: I understand people need more than one ticket, so I will try my best for you. If I have two available and you are chosen, you may be in luck.


Q: “Will you tell us details about the ticket?”

A: Normally I will tell you the amount of tickets, the place and the price. Its up to the seller on how much information is to be posted. 


Q: “Are trades available?”

A: Yes! Absolutely!


Q: “I don’t have very many places to share your blog.”

A: That is totally fine! You are not obligated to share my blog. This also does not effect your chances of being chosen for a ticket. 


Q: “Where should I share your blog?”

A: It’s completely up to you! Twitter is a good way, but honestly any form of sharing is good and very appreciated! Please don’t feel pressured though.


Q: “Are there groups of people that I can tag along with?”

A: Yes! I can find you a match! Also feel free to try and start one! Let me know if you do! 


Q: “I know people looking for and buying tickets, should I tell them about you!”

A: Its up to you! It will definitely help though!


Q: “What cities have you sold to?”

A: I may be wrong but from what I remember its been, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Singapore, and New York. 


Q: ”Are you only selling tickets to certain cities?”

A: Whatever tickets for whatever shows find there way over here they will be posted. Im selling for all shows. 


Q: “If you have already sold a ticket for a show, will that be the only one?”

A: No, when more come they will be posted no matter how many times its been sold before on here.


Again I am trying my absolute best for all of you! I want this to be a place where we can connect to one another as fans. Thank you for submitting and also for paying attention. It truly does mean a lot, fingers crossed that I get you your ticket/s!

I hope this clears up some things! Again, please know Im always available for anything. These were the most asked questions, so If more come at a high rate I could make a Part 2. Also I apologize for the length of this post, I hope it helps though! x


Much love to you all, x

-CTU.

Going through the dghda meetup tag and liking photos feels a lot like wandering around an event shaking peoples hands. I know we’re too small for a convention (and I’m way too old) but at some point the fandom ought to consider doing a comic con meetup. :)

The ACOTAR characters as pop music artists and lyrics of theirs that describe them
  • Tamlin: Justin Bieber;Chris Brown
  • Justin Bieber-"Yeah, I know oh oh that I let you down, is it to late to sorry now"
  • Chris Brown-"It's alright, I'm not dangerous, When you're mine, I'll be generous"
  • Amren: Halsey;Zara Larsson
  • Halsey-"I'm a wanderess, I'm a one night stand, Don't belong to no city, Don't belong to no man, I am the violence in the pouring rain, I'm a hurricane"
  • Zara Larsson-"Well that's too bad, it ain't my fault"
  • Mor: Lady Gaga;Sia
  • Lady Gaga-"I don't wanna be alone forever, but I can be tonight"
  • Sia-"I was born in a thunderstorm, I grew up overnight"
  • Azriel: Maroon 5;Bruno Mars
  • Maroon 5-"I was afraid of the dark, but now it's all that I want"
  • Bruno Mars-"Just like the clouds,my eyes will do the same, if you walk away, everyday, it will rain"
  • Nesta: Rhianna;Beyoncé
  • Rhianna-"Funny how you're the broken one,but I'm the only one who needed saving"
  • Beyoncé-"I know the world,and I know who I am, it's 'bout time I show it"
  • Elain: Selena Gomez;Taylor Swift
  • Selena Gomez-"Kill em with kindness"
  • Taylor Swift-"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe"
  • Lucien: Melanie Martinez;The Neighborhood
  • Melanie Martinez-"Oh darling, go buy a personality"
  • The Neighborhood-"Maybe you're right, maybe this is all that I can be"
  • Rhysand: Ed Sheeran;Shawn Mendes
  • Ed Sheeran-"And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me"
  • Shawn Mendes-"When you fall asleep tonight, just remember that we lay under the same stars"
  • Feyre: Alessia Cara;Meghan Trainor
  • Alessia Cara-"But I tore down my walls, and opened up my doors, and made room for one, so baby I'm yours"
  • Meghan Trainor-"My name is No,my sign is No, my number is No, you need to let it go, need to let it go"
  • Ianthe: Ariana Grande;Katy Perry
  • Ariana Grande-"Focus"
  • Katy Perry-"I could start yelling at any moment"
  • Cassian: Zayn;Niall Horan
  • Zayn-"And I don't wanna fit wherever, I just wanna keep calling your name, until you come back home"
  • Niall Horan-"Over and Over the only truth, everything comes back to you"

I’m really starting to feel like MCU fanatics work extra hard and put time and energy to convince themselves and others that the MCU is more progressive than the DCEU.

First off, I know I say this a lot, but I am of three marginalized groups. I’m Black, I’m a woman, and I’m queer. Growing up, DC always felt like a world I could be a part of, because, even before DCEU came about there were always a number of MOC and WOC within DC. Not only that, but DC actually confirmed that three of their most popular characters-Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Wonder Woman-are queer!

Now, I don’t find much wrong with Marvel, but admittedly, I never really followed Marvel all that much. I’m aware that there are characters of marginalized groups within Marvel, but I don’t feel like it’s to the same extent as DC. I am one of the fans that followed the television shows more than the comics themselves, and the three shows I remember from Marvel are Spiderman, X-Men, and Iron Man. The only WOC from any three of those shows is Storm.

My pet peeve is not only MCU fanatics acting like its been more progressive than DC, but that people actually believe it.

I’m sorry, but Sam Wilson, Rhodey, and Nick Fury are fun characters, but they exist only to move along the typically white cishet male protagonist. Black Widow is cool, but she was reduced to a love interest in AoU. It has only been recently we’ve been given Black Panther. This is a good thing, of course, and I’m excited about this, but I’m not going to give the MCU a pat on the back for dragging their feet like others seem to be doing. I’m also not going to say nothing when someone uses it as ammo against the DCEU.

The MCU is nearly ten years old and is just now giving us characters of color with their own developed story, and I’ve pretty much stopped hoping and caring for the idea of a Black Widow move (let’s face it, it’s never going to happen). The DCEU, however, is four years old. Wonder Woman is played by an Israeli actress, the Flash is being played by a Jewish queer actor, Cyborg has always been Black and is remaining Black, and Aquaman is played by a Polynesian actor. Suicide Squad had one of the most diverse casts ever in a comic book adaptation and made bank while other film makers believe casting people of diverse backgrounds is too risky.

Yet…even with all of this, it seems people are convinced the MCU is doing great things for representation when it seems they waited until they knew it was “safe” to acknowledge that not all super heroes have to be white cishet men.

I don’t want to give the impression that the MCU hasn’t been doing good things. I think, for example, it’s great that the love interest in the new Spiderman movie will be a Black girl when so often Black women/girls aren’t given that type of role, and I’m going to support it even though I’m kind of tired of Spiderman movies. It would just be nice if people would stop using MCU’s bare minimum to shit on DCEU’s genuine effort to be inclusive.