disclaimer he is aware of this picture and whats going on so

Christian Louboutin Masterpost

“People say I am the king of painful shoes. I don’t want to create painful shoes, but it is not my job to create something comfortable. I try to make high heels as comfortable as they can be, but my priority is design, beauty and sexiness. I’m not against them, but comfort is not my focus.”

The only man who has every really been honest about the extent of his downfall. This post is an update of an old post. Now, for some reason I picture Louboutins being every SB’s first go to pair of designer shoes. Why? Because they are sexy, gorgeous and the bottoms make any man want to bow down. That being said, they are the MOST painful pair of heels I have ever owned. So every little step to stretch/protect them has been worth it. 

How to Make Heels More Comfortable
As he said, louboutin’s will never be comfortable heels - they are not supposed to be. But, here are some tips and tricks you can use to make them a little less uncomfortable. Before we start, I have the So Kate that I wear to functions/dinners/events aka events where I can sit for long periods of time without looking out of place.

1. If your pair has a narrow front, you will need to stretch the leather. If you want to be a badass, then you can stuff your feet in and walk around for hours and eventually make them form - you will hate yourself. OR, you can use the extra help. Double up on some socks, stuff your feet in and shift all of your weight to the front of your feet. Using your blow dryer, apply high heat directly to the shoe. Make sure to relocate weight to the front of the shoe, the back will stretch as well! IF it stretches too much (that’s okay), then use fashion tape on the back to prevent sliding of your foot. I think it is better to stretch too much then not as all and with the tape, you’ll never notice the difference. 

2. Beauty is pain ladies and these epitomize both. Bandage your third and fourth toes with some medical tape, removes pressure from the nerves. You’ll hold out longer.

3. INSOLES for these brand of heels are a MUST. I didn’t realize how much of a difference they made until I did not wear them. HUGE HUGE HUGE difference.

4. When you are walking, be aware of your posture. If you’re an SB then your posture should always been good, in or out of heels. That being said, in these heels relocating your weight to your heel with an erect back makes it less painful. If you’re not used to this then this would feel awkward but you’ll get used to it - I promise. 

How to Protect Your Red Bottoms 

Yes, I like saving money. However, I chose not to go to the cobbler because they wanted to charge me 70 for the base. And, they would not have been able to protect my babies in time. You can do this for under $12, without any damage to the red after. 

Buy the ZAGG InvisibleShield Military Grade Screen Protector (I recommend this brand only because it’s the only one I know that will NOT damage the red.)  

You will want to buy the OG iPad case just in case you mess up, you can do it more than once. OK, so what you will do is clean the bottom of your shoes with a damp cloth and then outline them on the non-sticky part of the protector. DO NOT ACCIDENTALLY BUY THE GLASS PROTECTOR. Now, it is arts and craft time and you will cut out the base the outline of your shoes. Peel the plastic away, spray spray spray your shoes with the provided solution and slowly apply the sticky face, while being aware of air bubbles. You will want to use your windshield wiper thing to remove as many of the air bubbles as possible.

These are my protected So Kate that I have worn so many times and they still look perfect. It may have costed me more time but saved me a little bit of cash money. DISCLAIMER: If you are walking on floors in a kitchen/restaurant that could be greasy then you will want to be EXTRA careful. When you scruff the bottom, you get the real grip of these shoes. But when the bottom has the protector on then there is a little less traction. 

Asperger Syndrome + MBTI

I often receive questions about typing someone or self-typing with Asperger Syndrome, so I decided to write a post addressing some things to keep in mind when dealing with this syndrome

Disclaimer: Though I did grow up with someone who has Asperger’s, I am not an expert, nor have I studied it extensively; I suggest you familiarize yourself with all the traits, tendencies, and behavioral and psychological elements, in order to go beyond this preliminary assessment

I believe it is possible to type someone with Asperger’s. But, the traits OF Asperger’s can obscure, mess with, or enhance elements of cognition; so you MUST learn to distinguish between what is a natural cognitive function process, and what is a process of the syndrome itself.

For example, here are a few Asperger’s traits, and the cognitive functions you COULD mistake it for:

  • Unable to read non-verbal signals like facial expressions (poor Fe/Se)
  • Poor judgment of the reaction of those listening to them (poor Fe)
  • Extremely literal and precise (strong Ti / thinker)
  • Confused by exaggeration or metaphors (sensor)
  • Struggles to think in abstract ways or understand abstraction (sensor)
  • Obsessive interests or hobbies / facts memorization (Te/Si)
  • Extreme reliance on routine as a “safe” (Si)
  • Hatred of unexpected change or interrupted behavior patterns (Si)
  • Poor concentration and easy distraction (Se/Ne)
  • Strong black and white moral opinions (Fi)

Now, imagine an ENFP with Asperger’s: a naturally abstract thinker who struggles to understand metaphors or non-literal things, but who exhibits all the other tendencies and traits of Ne (openness to new ideas, excitement about sharing new ideas and discussing them with others, broad, multi-level thinking, big picture focus, naïve idealism, and optimism); who wants to connect to others (but has poor ability to read them, or read between the lines), whose moral views may be more rigid than is normal for a Ne-dom; who believes in hard work (Te) and does not over-analyze rather than act; and who hates change, but is poor at detail retention, at providing specific examples, etc.

What you wind up with is… an ENFP… with stronger Si/Te-esque habits, but they are still an ENFP.

So, remember that when typing.

Focus on how the person thinks, and communicates, where their emphasis lies, what they struggle to articulate, and what is easy for them to say.

I seriously mistyped the main Asperger’s person in my life (I’ve known two), because I did not understand cognition or how to spot it, I failed to take into account the elements of his syndrome which might reinforce unnatural behaviors for his type, and took the “lazy” route of assuming those habits made him an STJ.

He isn’t.

He’s an ENTP.

His openness and excitement over new ideas, his need to discuss those ideas, and his desire to see humanity transform within a short amount of time speak to strong Ne-idealism / tendencies, but he could not understand or use idioms or metaphors as a child; as an adult, he finds totally abstract things difficult to comprehend, and asks others to interpret them in less symbolic language.

His intense need to categorize information, to nitpick, to ensure it is CORRECT (Ti) does battle with his “black and white” moral views (fake Fi; in reality, Asperger’s + Enneagram 1), leading to an intense internal duality that can be confusing for him, and other people. He manifests the usual tert-Fe desire to be liked / thought of as intelligent / receive affirmation / build a sense of community / see the world in terms of “us,” but struggles to understand his own emotions and tries to rationalize or “analyze” them instead of expressing them.

His sensory awareness is extremely poor, his hatred of change / unexpected profound, but his inferior Si manifests as inferior Si does – in freaking out if his internal sensory balance is off or he doesn’t feel well; every minor pain is a big deal. He suffers from intense sensory over-stimulation (loud noises, sounds, strong tastes; he avoids condiments on many of his foods) and hates crowds for this purpose; yet as a social extrovert, gets “wound up” around people.

Being a naturally abstract thinker (Ne + Ti) who struggles to understand abstract thinking is incredibly difficult for him. Ti finds it hard to articulate what is precise logic within the mind, and often derails; his Ne does the same, and takes him so far off topic, people often wondered how he got from A to Q. He is the literal embodiment of abstract thinking, yet cannot understand high abstraction. One might mistype him a sensor because of this, unless one listened to him talk and realized his conversation is often composed of ideas, vague generalities, and concepts, without specific examples.

So, when typing someone with this syndrome, don’t look at the symptoms for indication of cognitive process, but instead look how they might IMPACT a natural cognitive process, like a filter on a video camera. It will color the cognition but the original cognition is still present.

I haven’t met Asperger’s people of all types yet, but I speculate:

High Se-users… will be focused on the here and now, notice things in detail, tend to dominate the “space,” and want to engage their hands and bodies in the process of learning. (But with a preference for routine and obliviousness to facial patterns and expressions to tell how someone is feeling / their boredom.)

High Si-users… will have precise memories and emphasis on detail; they will prefer a certain method of thinking, place a great deal of trust in their sensory perceptions, and use comparison (have I seen / done / tasted this before?) when making decisions. (Without the awareness of idioms and metaphors that Si’s rapidly learn as part of social dialogue.)

High Ne-users… will want to share, trade, and discuss ideas. They will have idealistic and sometimes unrealistic views of how rapidly society can change, and desire to see it improve for the better. (But want routine, and struggle to understand other people’s abstract, vague, or generalized statements.)

High Ni-users… will have highly personalized, abstracted, symbolic thinking and specific visions or ideas about the future; they desire to come to a single conclusion and work toward making that vision a reality. (And struggle to “get” outside vague, abstract, or generalized statements, and prefer routine.)

High Te-users… will employ blunt logic, with the purpose of accomplishing tasks, reaching goals, organizing others, and effecting change in the world. They will still rely on facts and prioritize end-results thinking. (But may be easily distracted or find it hard to concentrate.)

High Ti-users… will want to systemize and categorize everything; will correct bad logic in others, and aim for precision; will be annoyed at “mental laziness,” and may develop an intense understanding of impersonal systems (science, technology, medicine, etc). (But will struggle with outside abstraction.)

High Fe-users… will express their emotions readily, get their feelings hurt, and seek to bond or establish togetherness with others; they want to feel useful, connected, and contribute to society (despite poor social skills / awareness, and being unable to tell how someone feels about them / the conversation).

High Fi-users… will have strong internal ethics and struggle to articulate their emotions, instead choosing to SHOW people love instead of tell them (but can struggle, especially, with “putting oneself” in someone else’s shoes, and imagining “how I might feel” without external assistance, due to their literal-ism).

- ENFP Mod

A-Z NSFW: Joshua

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this. 

A = Aftercare 

Can I make the gentlemen!Joshua jokes yet? Anyways, yes yes, Joshua’s a lovely boy, of course he’s going to take mad care of you. Sex with him isn’t near rough, so honestly pains aren’t an occurrence he worries about in aftercare. Shower if you can walk, if not, you get the luxury of Joshua running you both a hot bath, with the best smelling bath bombs.  Aftercare is mainly just reassuring you’re okay, and satisfied, and he loves you. Lovey dovey couple stuff, in short.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Aside from being the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, his eyes hold the most intensity when he’s with you. Almost supernaturally, a look from him is enough to leave you paralyzed, especially when those mischievous eyes are gleaming up at you from between your thighs. They add a whole new level to sex, something that’s not easily replaced, and he surely knows it and uses it to his advantage. As weird as it sounds, your back is the untypical favorite part of you to him, he loves watching your body curve from his mouth, or you arching back into him when he’s thrusting from behind, seeing your body react so much to his touch goes to his head fast.

C = Cum 

He’s not one to make a mess, or anything. It’s always in a condom, easy clean up, no worries, it’s all good. He’s not a fan of the whole ‘marking cum’ thing, semi thinks it’s a bit degrading so he’s not much for it. Condoms just make it easier to be safe and saves a needed clean up of sheets and a wipe down. 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

Seeing as you can’t possibly be around 24/7, it was discussed and under strict rules for keeping them safe, a few choice pictures were taken of you two. That’s not the secret. The agreement was they were for when he’s away on schedule and promoting, and doesn’t have time to see you…but that’s the reason he takes so long in the shower…oops.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t see how any adult doesn’t know about sex, so obviously he’s aware of it. But experience is very minimal to none at all. How gentlemanly he is, and how he was raised, I don’t see baby Joshua out there getting his dick wet every other day. You’ll definitely have to teach him a few things, but he’s easily taught, so an one time teaching is all it takes.

F = Favorite position

I imagine Joshua being a very…clingy lover…He likes full on contact, so missionary, from behind with you both on your knees, your front pressed to his, etc. But his favorite, is spooning, especially in the mornings, you’re usually in that position anyways, and add morning wood to that, makes it a very good wake up call.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Joshua’s laugh…shoot me its so cute Sex is very lighthearted with Joshua, there’s no pressure to rush or be perfect. He’s not goofy per say, but it’s very apparent that there’s not expectation to be serious or incredibly sexy, etc. It’s really about loving each other, and having fun together. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Joshua’s very clean in my mind…especially since he’s in the shower for ages, I expect there’s some kind of manscaping going on. Not bare, or even close, but a nice trim.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

[See Kink] Joshua’s a very lovey…lover lol so he’s really big on making sure his love is translated in sex. It’s not sex or fucking, he’s loving you, and he needs to make sure that’s obvious. It’s not much of a show, like movies, there’s no cheesy rose petals or mood lighting, but he’s very vocal with cooing about his love for you, and pillow talk is especially full of affection.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

The boy takes forever in the shower….boy you can think outside the shower, you’re in there jerking it stop lying…What boy doesn’t jerk off, honestly. He’s obviously not quick about it, so uh…yeah…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I really believe Joshua is a man of few kinks, the only things I can say I believe he’d have is praise and body worship kinks. He’s a really ideal boyfriend/lover, he’s very affectionate, and that crosses over into sex. He really enjoys pleasing your entire being while letting murmurs slip of his perfect you are and how much he truly loves you; he needs you to know how much he appreciates and adores you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bed is the only place Joshua will have sex. The shower sounds to dangerous, and it’s not exactly a comforting thought that the boys pick locks, there’s so many waiting on the bathroom, and that in probably 30 seconds, another member is going to be in the exact spot he’s had his dick in you. He doesn’t like the risk of other places, getting caught or hurt, and gentleman!shua strikes again, making the bed the only option in his mind. Sorry y’all.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

[See Yearning] Joshua’s not really difficult to get wound up, he’s pretty sensitive to your touch, so use that to your advantage. The easiest way to let him know you’re in the mood and instantly put him on the same level, is just letting your fingers brush along his thigh and a slight squeeze of the muscle before you’re in dangerous territory. Appears like a typical display of affection, but between you two, you know exactly what it means.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Realistically, Joshua is pretty vanilla. You can write as many kinky church boy fics as you want, you can’t convince me he’s wild. He’s not into a lot of ‘kinky’ stuff, bondage, titles(Daddy, Oppa, Sir, etc), and things of that nature, aren’t really in his kink book.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
[See Toys] Because he doesn’t delve into a lot of different stuff, i.e different locations or toys and such, he lowkey feels like he has to make up for the lack of diversity in the bedroom, so his ‘sorry’ is being a beast at going down on you. It’s his favorite form of foreplay, laying between your thighs, keeping your hips down as he works his tongue over you, and listening to you whining and squirm under his touch. He typically gets his rocks off in you, rather than your mouth, so he doesn’t exactly need a bj but he’s not turning down the favor either.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When I think of Joshua, I weirdly always imagine Ne-Yo’s Lazy Love? Yeah, that’s what I see. Joshua’s pretty precise with his thrusts, he knows exactly what to do now, he’s a master. Buuut he’s dead set on a relatively slow pace, that speeds up to a pretty fast pace when either of you are close, and they air on the side of gentle 99% of the time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Aside from the fact quickies aren’t quickies, considering it takes him a while to get there; Joshua just doesn’t like it. He likes being able to lay you out and worship your body, take you both to the clouds in pleasure, and the time crunch pushes a lot of the fun away from sex. Quickies happened a handful of times, just to kill the urge, but they’re very rare, he’s not fond of them. At all. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In general, Joshua’s a pretty vanilla guy, nothing crazy or insanely adventurous will happen. Trying new positions is really all he’s okay and comfortable with doing, so don’t hold your breath on thinking you can have him decked in leather and tying you up and drip candle wax on you….ain’t gonna happen.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I’m just gonna keep bringing up the shower exposure. He takes forever in the shower, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know a boy taking fifteen years in the shower means he’s jerking it. Sooo I’m pretty sure he lasts unusually long, pushing ten minutes is the norm for him, but because he holds out so long, one round is usually all he can manage. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I don’t see Joshua using anything on either of you, realistically. The most he’d probably have, and rarely use, is just a simple bullet vibrator for nights when he’s feeling particularly like a tease. It doesn’t make an appearance often, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Typically, he’s pretty lenient with you, not one to tease either of you when he can give you both pleasure. He’s got to be in a very particular mood to become a massive tease. The teasing he does, is more aims as to get you in the mood, or let you know he’s in the mood, thigh touches and kisses with just a little too much feeling behind them. Don’t worry, Josh is a good boy, he won’t tease you into next week. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
As part of the vocal line, I’m inclined to think he’s got a voice, yes? But his voice is pretty soft spoken, too. Joshua’s more on an under the breath talker, pretty much chanting to himself about how much it feels good, how warm you are, how much he loves you, breathless curses, etc.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
While he’s no where near dominant, he’s not submissive. At least, in your relationship currently. But the first time, you dominated and topped, pretty much having to show Joshua what the deal is. The worst thing he’s ever said, is describing your first time together as “A more hands on sex ed class” i had a boy say that to me….didnt know what to reply with

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Intensely thinking about the dicc gif According to Nana, Joshua’s kind of long and skinny, so uh….it matches….a bit longer than average, pushing 5.5″ long and more on the slender side of the spectrum.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

[See Stamina] Not to go there, but as someone that grew up in a church setting, I feel like I can have a say in this. From my experience, some of the horniest people I’ve ever met, were my church goers. Joshua’s our resident gentleman, that’s known, he’s good at keeping his hormones on a leash, but I he’s got a very high sex drive. He’s really ready to go at any time, may god have mercy on your holes.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Since Joshua isn’t a particularly rough lover, he’s not getting insanely overworked when you two have sex, he’s not exhausted by the end of it so he’s usually able to get up and continue with the day if needed. At night, you’ll just spend the time after getting cleaned up and turn to cuddling and watch T.V. During the day, he’s able to pull himself together and get on with what he’s got to get done, so he doesn’t sleep quickly after, if he sleeps at all. Joshua’s pretty capable of taking you to cloud 9 and continuing his duties afterwards, but that’s not to say when given the time, he won’t just curl up with you for a nap, but on the norm, he’s usually fine.

re: [quest] Chapter 4 “sponse”

Hello!! So … before we get to it, here’s my explanation of what I’m up to with re: quest. So far, I’ve been BURIED in school and, as far as translations go, have mainly been chipping away at outlines/summaries as well as my tagging system to make things as convenient for you guys as I can. But, at the same time, I thought I should give you some kind of content to get the ball rolling! So I spent all day yesterday and today fleshing out my translation for Part 1 of Chapter 4, “Sponse” (I’m pretty close with the rest of the chapter too – just have lotsa editing to do). This chapter is about Hori Chie and Tsukiyama Shuu and is very cute (happy birthday the other day, 2/25, to Hori, btw!!)♥

About my tagging system and overall formatting: so far, my links for desktop are all set. This post will have Part 1 of the chapter in full under the cut (mainly for mobile users). While posts like this will have as much content as I can include in them, I’ll be using posts primarily as way of announcement for updates. All of the translation content will be on my blog’s Quest Navigation Page, which can also be accessed through my translations page on the main navbar (I am aware that these links don’t work for mobile – that’s why I’ll try to put as much content as I can in posts. The issue is that I can’t guarantee content in posts will stay available). Finally, a disclaimer: I’d encourage anyone invested in the Tokyo Ghoul series to buy the official copies of this light novel and its official translations when they are released in your area to support the authors and publishers.

Thank you everyone for your patience and please please please, don’t hesitate to send me corrections/suggestions/asks and messages about this project! It’s a big work in progress, and there will definitely be some mess-ups on my part, but my hope is that we can all enjoy some more of Quest. It’s pretty awesome. – koko♥

Chapter 4: Sponse Part 1
TL: As we all know and love, occasionally Tsukiyama throws in English or French words when he’s talking. Anything he says that’s written in Roman letters in the original Japanese text, I will both italicize and underline. All other emphatic markings only for conveying their own regular emphasis.

   “Alright, now take a picture, of me!”
   “Nahh,” Hori replied, and the conversation was over in 3 seconds. She was watching through the coffee shop’s big windows at the shopping street where people came and went, housewives buying things for dinner and hoisting bulky eco-bags on their shoulders.
   Hori looked like an uncomfortable elementary school student in the chic and relaxed coffee shop where she sat. However, inside, she was already at the level of a college student. Well, actually, she almost never went to college, as she roamed from east to west as a “free camera-man” with her camera, her one hobby, always by her side.

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Dating Hyungwon Would Include

Could you do a ‘dating them would include’ for Hyungwon from Monsta X, please? I love that series!:)

Note: I’m glad you enjoy the series! I hope you also enjoy this dating Hyungwon would include!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

In the Daytime

Originally posted by 1lovely5

  • He might be the biggest meme of Monsta X, or a singer with so much talent it is hard to even comprehend. Above all, he is an amazing boyfriend.
  • Just imagine being at a long day of work, but getting to come home to Hyungwon, who has already made you tea and set out warm blankets and a hot drink to cuddle in front of a movie or a drama.
  • His hugs being a gift from some higher power.
  • They’re so warm and captivating, who knows how you manage to get away from it in the morning after cuddling him all night long.
  • You both cook just about equally, and the house work is pretty much balanced fairly - he enjoys it too, because he likes spending time with you even if it is doing house hold chores.
  • Not that doing chores with Hyungwon is boring.
  • Usually, hoovering the living room or cleaning the bathroom would be a drag, but not with Hyungwon, he always makes things like this fun.
  • He’s all for going out on fancy dates and showing you off, because he loves you, and he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks.
  • But he does also like having some privacy with you too.
  • Simple dinner dates at home will be enough to make him happy most of the time.
  • He also loves movie nights.
  • And ordering take away when neither of you can be bothered to cook anything.
  • He loves the fact that he’s taller than you because
  • 1. It means he can reach up high shelves that you can’t reach (sometimes he’ll purposefully put things high up so you have to ask him for help.)
  • and 2. He just finds it so damn adorable, especially when he hugs you from behind, or decided to start tickling you.
  • Whenever you’re upset, be prepared to be exposed to meme Hyungwon who’s going to keep trying to cheer you up until you eventually smile.
  • “Hyungwon, what the hell are you doing?”
  • “The Mantis Dance… Oh, was that a little smile I saw there?”
  • Him singing around the house randomly - just because he can.
  • Sometimes he’ll sing to you, or make up random songs on the spot about how he’s feeling, or joking around.
  • “My Jagiya is so beautiful~ I love her little dress~”
  • “Hyungwon, what are you even on about anymore?”
  • Him thinking that he’s good at hiding when he’s jealous, but you’re always aware of it because you can just tell by the look on his face.
  • Thank the lord for make up sex
  • Because he’ll forgive you pretty quickly tbh.
  • Him taking a lot of pictures of you to keep on his phone while he’s away and use as his lock screen when he misses you.
  • Calling you when he’s on tour and the other guys interrupting him constantly
  • “{y/n}! I miss you so much! I can’t wait to see you when we get ba-”
  • “Minhyuk go away! I’m trying to talk to my girlfriend, you can talk to her later.”
  • There’s hardly ever fighting, because both of you are pretty chill
  • But when there is, he will always admit when he’s wrong and apologies.
  • Again, make up sex is your greatest ally
  • Him being so perfect and amazing and never denying you of anything.

At Nighttime

Originally posted by ultranicolet

  • Well, let’s just say there’s two very different sides of Hyungwon
  • There’s the side that’s all fluffy and cuddly
  • And then there’s the darker side of him
  • You don’t want to mess with Hyungwon when he’s in one of those devilish moods
  • Or you might be denied orgasm all night long holy shit
  • When you’re engaging in sexy time, he’s going to be passionate and loving on the whole
  • But sometimes he might be a little fiery, or jealous, and that’s when you really do need to watch what you say.
  • “So you thought I.M looked today? Maybe I can show you how good I look over you while you plead for mercy.”
  • Good luck with this one, because God knows he’ll give you the feels in more ways than one
  • But a lot of the time, Hyungwon likes to sleep, so he will enjoy simple nights where he gets to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you both fall asleep.
Moon in the 12th House

Someone with moon in the 12th bears confusing emotions that run deeper than this lifetime, they pick up feelings from the collective, feeling sad at random times, and not understanding where it comes from, this is meant to teach this person compassion instead of becoming a victim to an ocean of overwhelming emotion. Many of the emotions they carried in previous lifetimes are culminating into this life.

While they were in utero, whatever feelings the mother had during pregnancy left an imprint on their psyche. Her experiences during that time may be a culprit to their current mental health. They could ask their mother what she ate during pregnancy, as it probably affected their personality! Whatever strange pregnancy cravings their mother had may have been their soul saying, “Mommy, feed me Haggis, MooGooGai, Borscht, frog legs, bok choy, wasabi, and beet juice!” All foods affect us on a mind body soul level, and during the life of someone with Moon in the 12th, their emotional cravings for certain foods are often more of a self-undoing, and it would benefit this person to practice greater food discipline, realizing that they will feel better if they opt for fresh produce rather than comfort food. This person might cover up their puzzling emotional state by eating what makes them feel good in that moment, without rationalizing what their body needs to consume for optimal health. By implementing wiser food choices, their inner turmoil improves, as positive diet choices create a clearer mind to understand their own feelings.

There is a tendency to dwell on certain feelings that have cut them to the core. Of course it is easier said than done, but the person with moon in the 12th house must find acceptance. They may have to immerse themselves in the pits of despair, before they’re able or ready to release it.

Likewise, they can also go off on a tangent of ecstasy, getting carried away on what excites them, not honoring their responsibilities to lean towards what they “feel like doing”.

They may suppress their emotions because they seem to be too much to handle. In MBTI, they may act more Thinking than Feeling, but be highly sensitive deep down.

If they do not honor their own vulnerability, they may come off as condescending or critical to others as a defense mechanism. At its worst, their resentfulness could drive them to provoke others, finding what hurts someone the most and making use of that, lashing out to hurt others’ feelings because they haven’t worked thru the times they were hurt.

At it’s best, this person can cultivate a High Emotional Intelligence, realizing that everyone goes thru different emotional trauma that is hard on them. Otherwise, this person may view their own problems as more difficult than others’ plights, that they don’t empathize with the severity of someone else’s experience. (Disclaimer: I own none of these pictures)

Something about the native’s inner divine feminine or womanhood is meant to be unlocked during the life of someone with moon in the 12th. Perhaps they have denied their nurturing side, because tedious life tasks didn’t allow them to have time to fully honor the feminine; challenging themselves to achieve societal expectations instead of resting when they are weary. And so they end up being the antonym of nurturing, becoming pushy and hardened instead. Previous lifetimes when they experienced injustice for being a female are still being processed in the current life. This could include painful childbirths, losing one’s child, or feeling obligated to become a mother when they didn’t desire to in a past life. Sometimes when we feel traumatized in a way we can’t explain, there’s actually themes from previous incarnations coming thru us.

With the 12th house being “serve or suffer”, the moon serves by being he shoulder to cry on, helping others with their emotional issues, feeding nourishing meals to others rather than overeating for emotional escape. This person mustn’t allow food to become a crutch. Due to not feeling very nurtured during their youth, the native subconsciously feels the need to overcompensate, covering up unfulfilled wants by desiring more than what they need for survival. This can apply to using “retail therapy” to give them a rush of excitement, eating an entire tub of ice cream, acting co-dependent, leaning on others more than they should, binge watching movies, video games, reading fiction, and so on…

Moon in Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces can operate out of their own hurt, reacting to conflict by saying hurtful things back to a person, instead of rationalizing the situation, comprehending their point of view. This doesn’t have to be you, by being aware of your planetary placements, you can evolve past them. The Moon in a water sign has to learn to be more objective, consciously choose to not let your hurt feelings cloud your judgement. They can be so consumed in the drama of their emotions that they don’t take note of what is happening around them. There is hesitancy to face their problems, but they’ll gladly help others with theirs. Water Moons in the 12th are probably the most intuitive people. I’d say Scorpio has the potential for telepathy and psychoanalysis. Cancer moon would be clairsentient (gut feelings), and claircognizant (a sense of knowing). Pisces moon would be the medium, bringing necessary messages from spirit guides to those who are feeling lost.

Moon in the Earth Signs operate out of logic, they comfort themselves with food, being attached to the material realm. Forming emotional connections to possessions and the five senses, they thrive on what is tangible. Thriving on tactile sensations, smells can dictate their emotions, and soft textures make them feel at home.They have less fluidity to tune into the collective, but we need people in this world with feet on the ground. An Earth Moon in the 12th stabilizes themselves from getting carried away, and even if they do, they still remain on top of their responsibilities.

Moon in Taurus in the 12th will cherish their alone time where they can bask in as many sweets as they wish, laying in a fragrant bath tub while listening to music. Moon in Virgo in the 12th will analyze the times they were hurt, they will act neurotic around others if they do not get to fulfill their need for solitude. Before they tell someone how they feel, they evaluate the situation, then they can articulate their emotions very well.

Moon in Capricorn in the 12th lives on a see-saw of hedonism to depravity, overindulging to the point of self-undoing, then feeling guilty, punishing themselves by the denial of pleasure. They feel like they have to be serious, finding a way to cope with the world, and so they’re less tempted to sympathize. Others were cold to them, so they think that becoming understanding is coddling a person, being too easy on them.  Underneath that, they have a richness of feeling the pains of the world, but not knowing how to cope with that, they harden. What they’ve been thru is so internalized they won’t open up about their struggles, having to be tough to get thru the idea that no one was there for them, they can become bitter. Then when someone is there for them, they are so used to having to be distrustful, that they may shut out a caring person out of their own skepticism. You can rise above your hardness and make a point to cultivate tenderness.

Moon in an Air Sign in the 12th would distract themselves with intellectual activities, choosing to read, watch documentaries, talk to friends, instead of face the complexity of their feelings. They are great at being objective, rationalizing what happens to them.

Moon in Gemini in the 12th has a great desire to socialize and exchange ideas with a variety of people, but may not know how to go out in the world and find that. They intellectualize their emotions, and may find comfort in focusing on superficial things. They’re able to objectively look at what they’ve been thru, to make sense of it all, and pass this gift to others as well, making a great therapist. Ruled by Mercury, Hermes goes up to the pantheon of the gods, as the person with Moon in Gemini reaches heights of excitement, to feel down and uncertain the next day, as Hermes declines to the underworld.

Moon in Libra in the 12th is not the most at ease around other people, but they have an inner need to be accepted. They try to be non-judgemental, but end up picking up the opinions of others, rather than taking a firm stance, or coming to conclusions on their own; for example, if others have opinions of what behavior or appearances are acceptable, Moon in Libra will go along with them, fitting a mold so they can be liked. So they may end up judging without realizing it, because popular opinion has convinced them to adhere to the structure set by others. They could be impressionable, but this isn’t neccessarily a bad thing, as they keep the peace, not everyone in this world can be a maverick. By learning to break past conditioning, they find their most authentic selves (this is true for everyone, regardless signs).

Moon in Aquarius in the 12th finds themselves alone because their ideas are contradictory to the mainstream. They have the ability to take a step back from their emotions and view life objectively. In a way, they desire to be a maverick who makes a point about being separate from others who the don’t vibe with, yet they truly wish to find their tribe. They long for community where they find a group of comrades who are just as free thinking as they are. This person loves humanity from a distance, but refrains from getting too involved with many people. Their cynicism prevents them from forming heartfelt connection, as they may come up with reasons to not open up to people, noting the flaws of others, they may keep most of their friends at arms length. It is possible that they think they’re open minded, but a tendency to to judge others gets in the way of being truly open. By finding the tenderness in themselves, they grow towards authenticity.

Moon in a Fire Sign in the 12th house is like a muffled flame.

Moon in Aries in the 12th wants to assert themselves but is hesitant to do so. They are tempted to be rowdy, bold, and say things that would provoke people, but they seem to lose their fire before any words come out of their mouth. They are full of inner gusto, but they hold themselves back.

Moon in Leo in the 12th has a very loving nature but doesn’t know how to express it. Their enthusiasm comes out in a more quiet way, such as thru their writing. They are very determined to accomplish something great, achieving the most by working on it alone. They feel fulfilled by gaining recognition, but they prefer to do it under a persona rather than with their authentic self. Even if they seem outgoing in some ways, they are very inward looking. They can become self absorbed when hurt.

Moon in Sagittarius in the 12th daringly explores their soul, venturing into nature, experimenting with substances, then finding themselves burnt out. They have a harder time processing their emotions and fully understanding where someone else is coming from, unless other parts of the chart would say so. They’re able to perceive wisdom from the divine.

Those with moon in the 12th can tap into the collective consciousness. They can see into other worlds if they release fear of the unknown. They are able to think in symbolism, perceiving wisdom from little every day things. They can download ideas from the universe, their creativity isn’t entirely their own, whether they realize it or not, they are a channel for higher beings. By living with minimal stress, getting loads of sleep, and clean eating, the native is more open to develop intuitive abilities.

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anonymous asked:

My friend and I were stuck on something in the anime that I don't quite recall in the manga. Reiner says "if I had known there were people like this." Or something like that. People like what??? The survey corps? Ackermans? Eren???? Ehhh??? (Connie??? Lol)

This is pure speculation on my part and how I view what he meant, but this is easily debatable so don’t full on quote me here. This is just my interetation of Reiner’s monologue.

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is canon or completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, that’s perfectly fine! Everyone has a different point of view, but if you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages, do me a favor and please just don’t even bother.

First, he says he’s been surrounded by nothing but idiots for three long years, and on that tip I think he meant the walled people’s ignorance to the bigger picture. They’ve all had their memories wiped and Reiner is aware of this once he goes back to his Warrior self. They know nothing of the real world, so having to keep such large secrets close to his chest on top of realizing they have no clue how severe his struggle or his woes makes him upset because he knows they’ll have no sympathy. He has that harshly confirmed when he tries to get Eren to leave with him, and Bertl, and Eren point blank refuses. Basically implying he wouldn’t just run away with the “Enemies of Humanity”.

The people of the walls do not understand his position and he can’t speak to them about it because they’d kill him. He was forced to cope by himself and as a result, his personality split into two. When he realizes what’s happening to him, he becomes angry and upset with himself and blames the people of the Walls for this occurance. So therefore, they’re idiots to him.

So when you ask what “people” he was speaking of, I think he meant it as a way of referring to all of the Eldians of Paradis as a whole. Because he then goes on to say “We were just stupid kids… We didn’t know anything.” As in, they were all taught that the Eldian people inside the walls were evil children of the Devil. When in fact, they’re all simply people who desire their own freedom, just like them. People who share the same blood and the same curse as them.

Then he says he wouldn’t be such a half-assed piece of shit if he’d never known they existed. Meaning He became a half-assed warrior because he sympathized with those he was meant to kill. He went to Paradis with the full intent of fufilling his mission, but ended up caring for the people inside the walls and taking the role of a soldier to try and cope with his mixed feelings and the henious actions he’d commited as a part of his Warrior duty. He broke himself in two, and he is saying the ignorance of their existence would have been better than knowing the truth and having to cope with it the way he did. 

Then he says it’s too late and that he doesn’t know what’s right anymore and that he has to face consequences for his actions while carrying out his mission as a warrior to the bitter end. Then he chooses to shift and give away their identities to try and take Eren. 

So I believe this was Reiner realizing his personality was broken in two, and trying to understand them both at the same time. Facing the fact that he didn’t actually hate the people he was around in the walls, but also knowing he was supposed to and knowing they’d never forgive him for what he’d done. Knowing his mission as a Warrior, and knowing he had to follow through with it regardless. The way I interpret it is him saying if he’d never gone to walls, and never accepted the mission of destroying Paradis; he wouldn’t have become so mentally broken and he wouldn’t have lost himself in his two personas. His life would have been better in the ignorance of still believing they were evil people who deserved the death he helped reign on them instead of breaking himself in two to cope with the reality that some part of him cares for the people he was keeping secrets from, and actively killing.

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(Reaction) EXO is babysitting their kids and they over hear their dad talking about sex with their mom (reader) to the fellow members {pretty please.}

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by sehunniez

Chanyeol spoke proudly to Kyungsoo in the kitchen about your previous night. His eyes glinted with mischief as he lead against the counter while Kyungsoo moved around the kitchen, cooking up some dinner for Chanyeol,  your daughter and himself. But what the pair weren’t aware of, was the small girl stood in the doorway, listening to the tail end of the conversation.

Chanyeol: “Hopefully she’ll be pregnant again, I’ve wanted another one since {child’s name} was born-”

{Child}: “So that’s what you were giggling about this morning! Mummy is going to have another baby? Isn’t that when you share a toothbrush and then a baby goes in your tummy? I’m never sharing mine, ever!”

Chanyeol: “Uh yeah… That’s how it works, sweetheart.” *nervously fidgeting as Kyungsoo smirks to his expense, Chanyeol heard Kyungsoo mutter a small “karma” as the noodles began to boil.*

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kyungsoo usually doesn’t talk about this kind of thing with his friends, but on the rare occasion that the topic was brought up, he decided to talk through it with one of his trusty friends, Kai. The two of them talked of their own experiences, until they heard a voice coming in the room.

Kai: “Sounds like you had fun last night”

{Child}: “Yes they did, they were bouncing on the bed or something. I could hear it from my bedroom.”

Kyungsoo: *Scarred for life and will probably never talk about sex again unless he knows no children are around to hear about it.*

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by yixingofficial

Like Chanyeol, his night had been one that he was hoping for another child. He talked about it proudly with Minseok as the child stepped inside, he started to blush as his child started to question him on the topic.

{Child}: “So you were making a baby? How do you make a baby?”

Baekhyun: “Well… you need some… ingredients.”

{Child}: “Ingredients? Like vitamin D?”

Baekhyun: “Yeah, pretty much.”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Sehun grinned as he talked to his band members about yours and his previous night, he grinned accentuating how amazing it was when he saw his child walk inside and stopped immediately, but apparently he hadn’t been quick enough to shut up, because the child sat down and looked at him with those innocent, wondering eyes.

Sehun: “It was just so good.”

{Child}: “Daddy what’s good?”

Your child would be the biggest meme, just like their father oml

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Yixing explained to Baekhyun about your night alone. Your child had been staying with Baekhyun for the night as this had been planned since you were both hoping for another child. But Yixing obviously hadn’t been as quiet as he thought he had been, though it was a good thing the child had an imaginative mind.

{Child}: “Daddy I can’t believe you wrestled Mummy! I hope you have her a plaster if you hurt her.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by jikain

Jongdae cringed as he heard his daughter enter the room as he slipped that you may or may not be having a baby to one of his friends and that he’d really made sure he gave you his all. Literally.

Jongdae: “It’s not something you have to worry about baby-”

“But how does the baby get in there? I thought they were brought by Leprechauns.”

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Yours and Minseok’s child is a little older, and is old enough to realise that your significant other is talking about his sex life with his friends when they enter the room, looking appalled.

“Dad! I can’t believe you - you’re so old! I- My friends better not hear about this! I never want to hear about this again!”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by zitao-vevo

Tao doesn’t have much awareness, so when he starts talking to Kris about your sex life, he doesn’t even consider that your young child might come into the room at any given moment. But of course, karma isn’t far behind, and it strikes in one of the worst possible times.

{Child}: “Daddy what’s a dildo?”

Tao: “How about I let Uncle Kris explain that to you while I go and get some tea.” *Dashes out the room.”

Kris: “Oi!”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Junmyeon stopped talking as your child came and sat in the room with her notepad and pens. She was drawing something, and Junmyeon exchanged relieved glances with Yixing as he thought you may have overheard what you were saying. The child looked up, they may not have heard the conversation, but they did hear something the night before.

{Child}: “Daddy, why does Mummy call you Daddy too?”

Suho: “I-… Well-… oh honey that’s a lovely picture, what is it?” *Nervous as Yixing is giggling in the background*

Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan chuckled, explaining that he and you may have been a little too loud a couple of nights ago while getting frisky in the bedroom to Sehun. He thought he had got away with it, your child hadn’t mentioned anything about it. But of course, that silence was never going to last.

{Child}: “I know why Mummy and Daddy were making strange noises, it’s because they were sad because it’s Friday the thirteenth and that’s unlucky”

Luhan: “There’s nothing unlucky about Friday the thirteenth,baby, it’s just a silly superstition”

{Child}: “Really? Because I heard Mummy being sick in the toilet this morning, isn’t that unlucky?”

Luhan: *Makes a mental note to buy a pregnancy test*

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaibility

Jongin talked with Chanyeol about the night you had spent together loudly in the living room, his eyes glinting as he mentioned that you may finally be pregnant again. But as Chanyeol was in the middle of congratulating him, a small voice entered the room, making Kai’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.

{Child}: “Why are there things that women can do that men can’t? Like, Mummy is probably going to have a baby since I just heard you talking, but why can’t men have babies?”

Kai: “Well…. I- uh”

{Child}: “Because I’d rather be able to grow a mustache or a beard than have a baby. Besides, you can remove a mustache, you can’t remove a baby”

Kai: “Trust me honey, it’s tempting.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by holymotherlandkorea

Yifan had to explain to his child that you and him were “playing games” in the bed last night, like twister and bouncy castles, just so they didn’t know the truth behind those bed squeaking noises and the sounds of both of you in unimaginable pleasure. He fiddles with his hands, hoping his child believed his story.

{Child}: “So that’s what you were doing last night. I knew you were doing something in bed. But why wasn’t I invited? I like playing games too.”

Kris: “It’s a special game honey… I also need to make a mental note to sound proof these rooms.”

Analysis of VKM10

Preview: Yuuki’s desire for Zero’s heartfelt smile to remain is not just about Zero’s happiness, but about him being able to move on from his trauma and experience happiness which is something she has always wanted for him. We can possibly infer an added nuance that Yuuki knows Kaname was not able to overcome his past, so seeing that Zero is, particularly when his past was so horrific, may give Yuuki hope for eventually being able to overcome her own issues, something she has already admitted Zero has helped with by making it possible for her to smile even now. 

Disclaimer: I don’t often put these on my posts, but this month I feel it might be necessary to remind everyone that this post is only my opinion based off my interpretation of the story, which is continually evolving to accommodate new information. I also want to say that the reason I write these posts isn’t to tell people what to think about the series, but to help me figure out what I think, which is something I often figure out along the way of writing them. Sometimes in the process of writing these posts, my opinion can change because of a new realization, or because of remembering something that contradicts what I previously thought. And for me, that’s what’s always been so fun about reading and writing meta: making new discoveries you might not have come to otherwise. With that in mind, my actual post can be found behind the cut. 

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anonymous asked:

Sprace Hunger Games AU?

I’ve had this prompt for a while and I wasn’t sure how to make it work but I finally had an idea so I hope it’s okay that it took so long, I’m sorry!

Disclaimer: I haven’t read the HG books in years so if something is factually inaccurate considering that canon, please let me know 

Statistically, this shouldn’t be happening. Spot was well aware that the Games never dragged on this long, in all his meticulous research and by his rough approximation of time passing in the Arena, they were three days over the longest running year. Three of them had made it as far as that morning, two had lived through to night.

He still wasn’t sure how the last girl had died. The canon had sounded a few hours before sunset and, as always, the projection of the fallen had shown only her face and her district. Spot vaguely recognised her but he couldn’t have put a name to the Tribute.

So now it was just him and Race. He’d have been worried, because in past Games this had meant a fight to the death for victory, but the boy in question was currently using his chest as a pillow and tracing random shapes over his abdomen through his clothes, so he wasn’t too concerned. Of course there was every chance that Race was a really good actor and was just waiting for the right moment to take him down, but Spot had decided it didn’t matter either way. He couldn’t see a path that led to them both getting out of this alive and didn’t want Race’s death to be the cost of his victory, so he wasn’t going to do anything. They’d both decided just to wait it out and see what happened. No self-sacrifice. No suicide pacts. 

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A/N: One more story to tide us all over until the next episode. I really hope you’ll enjoy it. I also post on Archiveofourown so if you have the time, please find me there and review. :)


And despite his bad reputation, he will be the one that makes her feel safe.

Betty had seen him. She had witnessed him slip away when he thought no one was paying attention and walk away as if he had a secret to keep. Instinctively, she had followed him, both surprised and curious when he had led her to the Twilight Drive-In and disappeared inside through the backdoor with his employee key. Jughead hadn’t come back out and not knowing quite what to make of it, she had left.

Yet, a couple of days later, on a Sunday morning, Betty couldn’t fight the urge any longer, the feeling that something wasn’t right. She traced his steps back to the movie theater. It was one of those quiet and crisp mornings on which most people were still lounging in bed or out for a late breakfast with friends. Her restlessness had woken her early and she had left the house swiftly and thoughtlessly in the slightly cropped flamingo pink t-shirt she had gone to bed in over a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and white sneakers. Her initial intention had been to go for a walk to clear her mind, but instead, her feet had carried her with a destination in mind and brought her to the same door Jughead had slipped through a few days before.

Betty tried the door, expecting to find it unlocked since there was usually an employee or two around who had gotten stuck with cleaning or preparing for some kid’s party. She had never been inside the drive-in before and found the inside smaller than she had pictured it to be, the short hallway leading to a single room that acted as a storage space as well as held the movie projector. Film reels were everywhere she looked, but scattered throughout she spotted items that didn’t belong: a plaid shirt slung over a chair, a pair of black ripped jeans left on the floor, paperbacks stacked on the bed and empty soda cans discarded on the desk. A bag that had clothes spilling from it sat in front of the bed, the entire room a reflection of the boy who had been calling this his home.

Sadness sunk into her bones, leaving her heart heavy. So many questions filled her head. Betty reached for the cell phone she remembered leaving at home after which she realized that Jughead didn’t carry one anyway. In her current powerlessness, she lowered herself on the cot Jughead had been using as a bed as she looked around the room once more.

On his bed was where Jughead found her. A sudden and vivid pop of color amid the gray and charcoal, an intentional eye-catcher to draw in his gaze. She lay on her back, one hand curled close to her head while the other was sprawled on the sliver of bare skin that peeked out from beneath the ridden-up shirt. She looked comfortable as if it was something she had done before like she had been in his room before when really they had never been close enough. Each being the third wheel in their respective relationship with Archie. He sometimes wondered if she was as aloof as she seemed while she questioned if he was too aware of everything going on around him. But if he were honest with himself he knew that there were secrets behind those beguiling baby blues while she was aware of the fact that his inquisitive regard for others was a distraction, a way to keep the world and its people at bay.

Figuring that she most likely needed the rest, Jughead moved around the room as if he wasn’t there at all, having experience in the act. He considered grabbing his laptop but didn’t want to risk waking her prematurely so he settled on a book. He sat back in the single chair in the room, resting his feet on the table. He was on the 4th chapter when her eyes fluttered open, sleep still lacing her limbs as she sluggishly rolled onto her side, eyes instantly finding him.

You didn’t wake me,“ she said in a tone that was supposed to be accusatory though the sharpness fell short.

"You needed it,” Jughead declared simply. He held up the open book. “Plus, I’ve been meaning to reread this.”

Her eyes didn’t flick to the title of the novel in his hands but remained focused on him. “This is your room,” she stated. “Is it that bad at home?” Betty knew that his father struggled religiously with his sobriety as well as maintaining a steady job. It wasn’t a secret in this town, but it still hurt since Jughead knew that Betty’s source had most likely been a more reliable one and that meant that Archie hadn’t managed to keep his mouth shut.

“Dad,” he started, lowering his eyes to the pages in front of him as if the solution was right there if he only knew how to interpret the words. “He tries. But after so many times, I don’t want to be there and watch him fail over and over. He barely noticed whether I was there or not. It’s more peaceful like this. For me.”

Betty pushed herself upwards and his eyes shot upwards, her intent clear to him before her feet had managed to find the floor. He got up instead, the book already forgotten on the desk. He paced over to one of the many shelves, arms crossed as he pretended to go through the titles on the film reels.

“Juggy,” she said his name softly as she attempted to hand him a lifeline, something to clutch onto so he wouldn’t spiral downwards too far.

He recognized the benign intent behind it, even when he felt the anger flare up inside of him, cracking his outer shell. He lost his hold on it as if it were a rope that was being forcibly yanked out of reach. The emotion was misplaced, an inevitable reaction to all the things he had been keeping to himself. And like an out of body experience, he heard and saw the violent way the words left his mouth. “I’m not looking for your pity or help. You weren’t even supposed to know. I’m doing just fine.” He didn’t know whether he was reassuring the girl on his bed or himself. He turned from the shelf to look at her, features set and hard as he continued. “You tell me who’s doing better, me, who’s on my own or you, stuck in that house with all of your family’s lies and secrets all the while keeping up appearances and feigning as if your life is so perfect. Pretense breeds enervation.” He delivered the final blow by simply nodding his head in her direction. “Just look at you.”

Raw hurt cut through her expression suddenly and sharply and while she attempted to keep it all from showing because she knew this was just him lashing out, a symptom of his pain, the brace face she was putting on was crumbling.

Betty lowered her head, her chest tight and fingers pulling at the covers as she breathed through the tears that were so close to springing to her eyes. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” She looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Like you said, you’re doing fine.” She got up, fingers curled inwards. “I should get home. But just so you know, those secrets and lies you’re referring to, they aren’t mine. They’re my mom and dad’s. And Polly’s. I’d like to be free of them one day. Though, I suppose I’d hoped that my friends would already know this.” She tried meeting his eyes once, but he looked at everything but her as he silently came to terms that perhaps he was much more broken than he would like to admit.

Betty took the few steps over to the door, but Jughead was faster. He stood in front of her, fingers on her wrist as he caught her before she could pull open the door. “Betts,” he said her name as if he already knew how futile his words would seem. The damage was done and hadn’t his mom taught him how irrevocable words could be? Still, he tried, pouring all of his regret and dissatisfaction with himself and his situation into the words. “I didn’t mean those things.”

Betty let out the breath she had been holding, long lashes still hiding her eyes from him. “I know. They still hurt, though.” She mustered a watery smile. “But it’s okay. You’re sad and when people are sad they sometimes pretend they’re doing just fine.” She used his own words against him to prove a point, even though there was only concern in her expression when she finally looked at him. “Where are you doing to stay once the Twilight Drive-In closes?”

Jughead looked young to her as he just shrugged, not having an answer for her. She laced her fingers with his and squeezed. “You’re not alone in this, Jughead. We’ll figure something out.”

“That’s why I didn’t want anyone to find out. Especially you. It would be another thing for you to worry about.”

She used her free hand to lightly shove against his chest, needing a physical release for the frustration she was feeling towards him. “You don’t keep things from your friends just because you think it will worry them. That’s what they’re for. I’m for.”

She tightened her hold on his hand and he smiled. “If I’m the Kettle you’re the Pot.”

“I’m fine,” she told him, not wanting the light to fade from his eyes. She tried pulling her hand free, but Jughead wouldn’t let her. A sigh escaped her. “There’s something going on. My parents are lying to me about something. Something important. I just don’t know what.”

“Yet,” Jughead fine-tuned her reply. “I’ll be the Watson to your Holmes, Cooper.”

He said it in a light way, taking the edge from their words, their secrets. Her gaze roamed over his face: the midnight locks so carelessly shoved beneath the crown beanie, the disarming conviction in his jaw and the kindness in his blue and green eyes. She worried about him. About what would happen to him when he already seemed unattached from the world and too derisive for his own good, cutting down not only others with his humor but also himself. But he was also so many other things that you only managed to catch a glimpse of if he let you get close enough. Unable to help herself, her other hand went up and she touched her fingers to his cheek.

“Don’t retreat too much, Juggy. I would miss you too much.” The words were cryptic but the emotion strong and genuine. It reverberated through him and it compelled him to tug at her hand and pull her against him, holding her to him. Betty’s other hand clung to the shirt he was wearing while she pressed her face against his chest, inhaling him while his arm came around her waist. He wished he could take a snapshot of this exact moment, but he knew the restful feeling would be there every time he thought of it. The feeling of home.

“If I don't—can’t figure out my situation, I’ll let you know,” he promised her. “Okay?” He whispered against her, her very feminine scent of vanilla and dandelions enveloping him, a wildness contained. Beautiful and fragile while simultaneously enduring and free. Her fingers were a slight and comfortable warmth against his chest, the thin fabric in between a nuisance, hindering a carnal connection.

He felt her nod against him. “Okay.”

They stayed entwined for another breath or two, leaving their imprints on one another before disentangling.

“Let’s go to Pop’s. For lunch,” Jughead suggested.

Betty looked down at herself, all of a sudden self-conscious of the bright pink shade of her shirt, the flash of bare skin. It was an insecurity brought on by her mother.

“Hey, at least you didn’t sleep in your clothes.”

Betty smiled at that, not thinking about the words too much. “I look fine,” she agreed with him.

“Some would say more than fine even,” Jughead leaned in and shared recklessly, his lips as close to her skin as they had ever been.

The colors of her cheeks deepened, the tone now closer to the shirt she was wearing. She didn’t know where to look, though he offered her a distraction when he grabbed his denim jacket from a makeshift hook behind him and held it out to her. He had noticed how her arm had crept across her waist despite her words, or his.

Betty shrugged on his jacket without saying anything while he pulled on the flannel shirt he had tied around his waist.

Jughead opened the door for her, waiting for her to pass before he followed.

If people saw them, they would appear mismatched but it wasn’t the external that bound them together, that mattered.

It was more deep-rooted than that.

taehyungisbaesthings  asked:

Please do another Haikyuu Idols au but this time with all the setters 🙏

Haikyuu Setters Idol!AU

I’m sorry it took so long. I didn’t know that the setters would give me difficulty imagining them as an idol group. (Also because you said all… OTL.) BUT HERE IT IS!!!! ( I included members who are setters but haven’t been animated yet… so I guess this contains spoilers?)

Disclaimer: Once again, my references are from K-pop, than J-pop, since I know more about that. Concepts and songs were by groups I am familiar with. If the captain’s one had been done while I was crying about Boys24, this one is brought to you by PD101S2.

Note: No Oikawa or Moniwa. They’re over here with the other captains and other random things

The Group in General

-       What can I say, this group is just full of pretty people. ALL ULZZANGS I TELL YOU!

-       This group also consists of mostly people who project quiet, chic, and sassy image and they have been called the ‘Flower Boy-dols’, ‘Model-dols’, ‘Sassy-dols’ and all other variants that people can think off just to emphasize how beautiful (and sassy) they are.

-       A lot of buzz had already surrounded this group even before their debut, because some of them have experienced fame in different forms. Fangirls are easily baited. One look at the boys and they never looked back.

-       However, this was kind of a double edged sword, because most people thought that they’re all just pretty faces with no actual talent to back them up. (Haters do say the meanest things. They are most DEFINITELY WRONG of course.)

-       But that was all behind them now. Their fanbase is as strong as ever and they’re gaining more as they promote.

-       So like, I kind of visualize that their company introduced the members of the group by dropping little hints/’facts’ about the member all throughout the day, and will end with that member’s teaser video and picture that details his profile.

-       Then surprise, surprise! After that short teaser video, they actually have a short intro video, recorded with V-Live.

-       Imagine being a fangirl and doing this for 10 days, every other day, just to die and resurrect again for the rest of the members.

-       Then they update with the album highlights, and MV teasers up until their official debut.

-       When the MV had been released, and all of them have been introduced, they do a group v-live to formally introduce themselves as a group, inviting the support and love of the people.

The Members

Semi Eita – Eita is the Leader of the group. He also serves as the lead dancer and is mostly responsible for overlooking the member’s activities. Eita started his career as back up dancer to some solo female artists, but he didn’t hesitate to join the agency when they recruited him. He’s the kind of leader that doesn’t really step into the spotlight and is just content with letting the other member’s do their thing but knows when to put his foot down. Always thanks fans for their gifts and for watching their live performances.

He’s like EXO’s Suho mixed with Ikon’s Junhoe. (IDK why…)

Sugawara Koushi – Koushi is the actual eldest of the group and serves as the lead vocalist as well as the Face of the Group. Started as an ulzzang with an already good amount of followers, and he has the largest fanbase among all of them because of this. He was discovered when he heeded the request of a fan to sing even just a short line of a song. But since he likes to go the extra mile, he also played the guitar. Though he may look innocent, fans are well aware of how much sass this boy possess, apparent with his responses to fan questions over twitter and during fan meetings.

EXO’s Luhan is who comes to mind for idol!Suga

Echigo Sakae – Echigo completes the hyung line. He is the main vocals of the group because of his smooth RnB vibes. Echigo competed in a singing contest organized by the agency and he won 2nd place over all, but it was enough to secure him a spot as a trainee. He’s a man of few words, but do not mistake his quietness for he is a certified deadpan snarker, to his members as well as the fans. He also likes to tease the ‘middle children’ line, especially when their maknae does evil things to them.

Echigo is based off of MBLAQ’s G.O, mixed with Big Bang’s Taeyang.

Akaashi Keiji – Keiji is the main dancer of the group. Develops their group’s choreography with Shigeru, with Semi occasionally lending a hand. Has quite a following, especially when he made waves as the ‘boy who really danced well’ in one of the biggest dance studios dance class video. It took a while for agency reps to scout him since he doesn’t really want to become an idol and was content in dancing, but when he assisted one of the dance instructor for another idol group’s choreo, somehow changed his mind. The long suffering responsible brother, despite being the actual youngest in the middle children line.

I would liken Keiji to EXO’s Kai.

Kozume Kenma – Kenma is the shy and young, lauded by fans as ‘genius producer-dol’ of the group. He’s very skilled in song writing and composing, and most of the group’s songs are produced by him, with members lending their hand in the lyrics. Sometimes, it’s the other way around. The members collaborate with writing the lyrics, then Kenma makes a song out of it. Mostly works with a piano, but asks for Suga’s help for guitars and Shirabu’s help when it comes to percussions. If he had the choice, he would just stay inside the studio and make songs, but such is not the case, so he serves as a sub-vocal (only because he doesn’t want to be in the center of performances as much). He’s close to Keiji because he’s the only one who’s is warm but quiet among his same age peer.

The best reference I have for Kenma is EXO’s D.O

Yahaba Shigeru – Shigeru acts as the group’s dancer and their unofficial variety representative. Before this though, he was thought to be the second Koushi, because he exudes the soft grace, that isn’t far behind his hyung. All this was shattered when they guested at a variety show and became a complete fountain of laughter, because of his witty comments and clever comeback lines. Often ‘butt’s heads’ with Shirabu and created the Wise Guy to Shirabu’s Straight Man. And they have created memes fans call the “Shi-Shi’s” because of this. He is also game with cross-dressing, since he admits that its part of his charm.

SHINee’s KEY is my reference for Shigeru.

Shirabu Kenjiro – Shirabu comes from a family of actors, and was actually a child actor before he made the decision to train and become an idol instead, in his desire to create a name for his own. It wasn’t unexpected for him to be in the spotlight with the rest of his family, but people mostly expected him to follow his parents’ and brother’s footsteps. But since his history with acting is not forgotten, he’s often tapped to act in productions but he’s only accepted minor roles, since he wants to focus more on his idol activities. He blends in well with the group and lends his support as vocals.

Think of Infinite’s L, as the image he projects, but he actually has BTOB’s Sungjae’s playfulness in him.

Miya Atsumu – Miya is the main rapper of the group and the one that completes the middle children line. Has a love-hate relationship with fans because of his resting bitch face that he uses to tease them with. But his performance on stage is something they all love about him. Has a twin brother, who is his complete opposite and wants to be far away from the spotlight as possible. Ever since the fans learned about this, and how mature his brother is, they found a way to tease him back and called them “The Prince and Pauper”, with Atsumu being the pauper, much to his annoyance.

I think the resting bitch face is a clue enough that EXO’s Kris is my reference for Atsumu.

Koganegawa Kanji – Kogane serves as the second rapper of the group and is actually the older of the two members of the maknae line. He is the tallest among the group, earning him the nickname ‘Super-Sized Maknae’. He’s also painfully new in the idol industry, but his enthusiasm and willingness to learn, as well as his hyung’s support, helped him become more confident in his skills, as well as his presence in the group. Another variety representative, because of his naivety and simple mindedness. Considered a 4D member by the fans, but despite this, they all find him lovable because of his energy and determination.

Kogane reminds me of MBLAQ’s Mir.

Kageyama Tobio – Tobio is the other half of the maknae line, and is the actual maknae of the whole group. But fans often mistake Kogane to be this, because Tobio is often too serious, and doesn’t display maknae tendencies. Absolutely hates doing aegyo and claims that he doesn’t know how. Its cringe worthy whenever he tries (and he tries really hard), but when he’s not thinking about it though, it shows. Fans especially finds his squinting-pouty face adorable. The official visual of the group, and not to be confused with Koushi’s Face of the Group. They’re both considered visuals, but with different image/projection (Koushi is the warm to Tobio’s cold). He’s a dedicated all-rounder, although he usually plays more vocal parts.

Tobio’s reference is Nu’est’s Minhyun (and I swoon)

Concept/s and Songs

-       This group started out safely enough with songs that are influenced by jazz, like B.A.P’s Coffee Shop and Where are You, What are You Doing.

-       Then they delved into the more ‘pop’ side, with concepts centered-around chic style and synchronized dance. Like Infinite’s Dashi Dorawa; BEAST’s Fiction; EXO’s Call Me Baby.

-       The song that I seriously think fits them the most is C-Clown’s Shaking Heart. I don’t know why but it just does.

-       Other songs: Winner’s Really Really; VIXX’s Error; Super Junior’s Devil.

-       Of course, they couldn’t escape doing cute songs like SHINee’s Replay and Hello; Got7’s A; Astro’s Breathless; Seventeen’s Mansae; lighthearted songs like iKon’s #WYD; Super Junior’s No Other and Why I Like You

-       For feel fest songs they have: BTS’ Spring Day; Boys24’s Starlight; Infinite’s Paradise; Nu’est’s Hello and Good Bye Bye; Winner’s Fool; and VIXX’s Only You.

-       Yeah… I guess that sums it up. Also note that they’ve done plenty of share of covering girl group songs. Shigeru for some reasons were able to rope most of the group, especially Suga. Once Suga says they do it, they do it. They can’t refuse. It will be their end.

I guess this is it?

Disclaimer: Please note this story contains slight tones of abuse. (but not really abuse, though it can be misconstrued as such, because I don’t think Bucky would abuse his significant other.) If you feel that a story containing anything in the above request will trigger you, please do not read this. Abuse is not something to be taken lightly and if you or someone you know is being abused, I urge you to please get help. Nobody deserves to live their lives in fear. If you have doubts about your particular case, I urge you to visit thehotline.org and have a conversation about what’s up. They also have the option to call their hotline (1-800-799-7233) if you fear your internet/computer usage may be being monitored. Of course, I am also available to talk if need be, however, I cannot guarantee I’ll be of much use to you.
Warnings: Swearing, the reader kind of being a little afraid of Bucky, fighting (verbal), wall punching, death, guilt
Requested by: @isabela-claire
I hope you enjoy (sorry if it turns out crap) and I’m sorry this took so long!
_____________________________________________ Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see their faces. Sometimes they were still alive, begging for their lives, other times they were dead, folded in on themselves like a failed house of cards, masks of fear etched on their bloodless faces. He knew he’d never forget any of them, not as long as he’d live. The television remote in his hand.
He was deep in thought you walked in, doing nothing but staring at the television which was not turned on.
“Bucky?” You knew that he should be able to hear you walking in, therefore when he jumped at the sound of your voice and quickly whipped his head back to look at you, you were perplexed to say the least.
“Jesus, you can’t do that to me.” He turned back around and ran a hand through his hair before slouching back into his chair.
“Are you okay?” You made a move to back behind the chair he was sitting in. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and he shrugged you away.
“Just fine.” There was an edge to his voice.
“Bucky, if something is wrong, you know that you can tell me, right?” Usually, this would have comforted him. He knew this, he wondered why it wasn’t working this time.
“Yeah, honey, I know.” This was his usual response, but now it seemed so much colder. So distant. With you, he was never distant. He had never acted this way before. You tenderly caressed his hair in order to let him know that you were there for him. He stood up immediately and you watched as his gaze settled on you. His gaze was usually loving and understanding. Typically, he had so much passion that his blue eyes would burn with intensity. Today his eyes were cold, devoid of any and all emotion. He looked like a robot. Your Bucky was not in those eyes, they were the same color, but behind them was an entirely different person, one you did not know. You didn’t like it.
“Bucky, I’m just-.” You began.
“I know! Okay? I know!” He interrupted. He yelled at you. He never yelled at you. You watched his eyes flicker back to your Bucky for a brief moment before they again became frigid and devoid of any emotion. You grew angry.
“Listen, I’m just trying to help you. You don’t need to be an ass, alright?” The tendons in his jaw tensed as his teeth clenched. His eyes were further away from your Bucky than you’d ever seen them before. You turned away from him, deciding perhaps space was what he needed, but before you could go far, his hand grabbed you. He held you tight with his flesh hand, bordering on the verge of hurting you, though not there yet.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” He exclaimed loudly. “You wanted to talk so damn bad, lets talk!”
“Let go of my arm.” You commanded him.
“No.” He had never treated you this way before. You were beginning to grow scared.
“I said, ‘let go of my arm.’” You pronounced ever syllable as clearly as you could.
“I said, ‘no.’”
“Bucky, I will not ask you again. Let go of my arm.” He did not relent. You attempted to yank it away and his grip tightened, teetering over the edge between a firm grasp and a bruise causing grip, beginning to hurt you. He was ranting, this much you could tell, but you couldn’t hear a word that he was saying. All you could focus on was the pit of rage burning in your chest becoming small bubbles of fear as you tried to anticipate what his next move would be. He regained your attention when he released your arm. His teeth were grinding and you could see an imaginary fire burning up all of the indifference his eyes held. In a single fluid motion, he balled up his fist and punched the wall to his left. Two of the framed pictures you kept on that wall crumbled to the ground. The glass on one shattered. All you could think about was the new hole in the wall and its proximity to you. He stared at the wall, positioned so that his back was turned to you. You began to wonder if you were to be punched next. He stared at the wall. You became aware of trembling in your fingertips. He stared at the wall. Your mouth became dry. He stared at the wall. A thin veil of sweat dusted your forehead and temples. He stared at the wall. Tears that you were unaware of began to roll down your cheeks. He stared at the wall. You let out a quiet sniffle. His head raised and he turned to you.
Never had Bucky seen anyone that he cared about look as broken as you did in that moment. Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest making it appear as though you were hugging yourself as you stared down at your feet. Though he couldn’t see your face well, he could tell you were crying due to the wracking of your shoulders and the occasional sniffle. His heart broke at the sight, taking away the thoughts of his victims and delivering to him a powerful wave of sorrow for his actions.
“(Y/N),” he took a small step closer to you, both hands open in front of him. You stepped back until your back hit the wall behind you. You erratically looked around before quickly realizing there was nowhere for you to go. Your breathing quickened. He repeated your name and you cried harder as you realized there was nowhere to go. You had never been afraid of Bucky before, but you’d never seen him look the way he did a few short moments ago.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry.” His head dropped and he looked at his feet. He was in close enough proximity now that when he looked down he could see your feet right in front of him. He returned his gaze to you finding you to be staring at the floor as well.
“It’s, uh, it’s okay, Bucky.” You looked up at him and gave a weak smile before you began to nervously fidget. With him appearing to be back to his normal self, you began to be slightly less afraid.
“Don’t do that. Please don’t just pretend like I didn’t do anything wrong.” You stared at one another for a long moment, communicating without saying a word. Apprehensively, you gently grabbed ahold of his hand. The second you did that, he pulled you closer into a tight embrace. He was whispering apologies and reassurances into your ear, however you weren’t paying attention. You were revealing in the fact that your Bucky was back.

the japan analysis

you asked for more…

we all know for a fact that the japhan vlog has been aaylsed by at least a hundred and one other people but I thought I would give it a go myself, so here goes.

so lets start in instagram. dan posts a picture of him and phil sharing an umberella infront of the statue (pls forgive me hardcore studio ghibli fans), and, as a lot of people prior to me realised is that sharing an umbrella in japan is considered a romantic gesture. the actual definition of physically sharing an umbrella is

As such, a couple in sharing an umbrella in Japan is considered a romantic expression, and teens often draw an umbrella with their name and the name of their crush, the way one would in a heart. In Tegomass’s video, the two are creating rain to make a young boy and girl walk under an umbrella together

if they weren’t together, surely mimei or duncan would have told them about what this gesture implies, since they are recently married and have lived in japan for a very long time, they would know about this, and informed them not to?

gay marriage had also been recently legalised so there would have been no public discouragement, since, i’m pretty sure 99% of japan know what sharing an umbrella means..

new tangent

next, I go back and look at “A Day in the Life of Dan and Phil in JAPAN!” vlog, and paused at some very convenient places. first thing I feel that I should say is there was actually two beds. very close together I know, and almost indistinguishable to the point there may actually have only been one. we see this here at 0:51..

if the exposure is turned down and the contrast up, we can see the divide between where the beds are. however! if we look at the positions of the duvets and how towards the right hand side it is clearly more messed up, one of the duvets seems to be falling onto the other side of the bed, thus giving us another piece of the puzzle.

fast forward about 0.5 seconds and we get this still. the duvet hasn’t been untucked. and as we know from every single video they post, neither of them tuck in duvets to the mattress after use. this meaning that they both got in and out of bed the same side (the left side, which ironically seems to have the most messed up duvet..)

and let’s be honest.. we can see what it looks like when they actually get out of bed

and yet another few seconds later, at 0:58, we see sheets, pillows and bed throws in a pile on the floor. if one hotel typically has 4 pillows per double bed, why are (what appears to be) pillows thrown on the floor here, if there were 2 double beds and another 4 pillows?

 new tangent

and eventually moving on from the hotel room to the sky tree, and here at 16:08, i’m not trying to disappoint anyone, but dan and phil are not holding hands here (in this particular sequence)

a lot of people assume that the skin coloured hand like thing above the orange is dan’s hand, but I can assure you it is not. it is phil holding a bag.. *cries to self* ohh and can we pls appreciate how creepy dan’s face is here? tks

a few seconds later we see dan and phil turn a corner. here is where I think they may actually have been holding hands a few seconds later; both dan and phil are standing very close to eachother, and both of their arms are stretched out behind, almost as if hiding something. dan’s is stretched back and to the left, phil’s is stretched to dan’s.

*a final thought*

HOW CUTE IS THIS a few seconds before the hand holding, dan says, “where are we going now phidu?” he says it so casually and relaxed, not even thinking twice. instead of saying “phil” he says “phidu” awh. (whist phil runs to keep up lol)

and thank you once again for reading this stupidly long analysis thingy, ‘til next time! ttfn


I am completely aware of the fact that this is over analysed. please stop telling me it is. this is just the thoughts that go through me head whilst watching their videos. My aim through these posts is not to “prove Phan” it is simply to put forward my points on things I have considered odd for two apparently straight men.

Please also take into account that upon starting my blog, the first thing I did was block Dan and Phil so that they couldn’t see this kind of post, as I do (as apparently unaware to some people) realise that they are people like you and I, and that this may be unsettling.

Commissions are now open!

A brief background: I’m currently unemployed, having difficulty in finding a job and living with my family due to the lack of better options. Nobody else in my household is currently working due to various reasons, and my father is going through a process to be granted the benefits of retirement — long story short, he worked 20+ years in a job that offered various risks to his health, the place abruptly closed its doors one day without paying what they owed to anyone who worked there and he’s just been denied the right to retirement (again, for the second time), forcing him to go through an entire new (and probably more difficult) process that can take a while. We’re living off our savings, but without any new money entering our savings account and with my father not receiving any sort of retirement money, things are starting to look a little concerning. So I’m opening commissions to help at least a little! Please, pretty please commission me!!

Before contacting for a commission, however, please be aware I’ll NOT do any of these at this time (due to lack of skill or comfort levels):

  • Gore (I can’t stomach to even look at gore);
  • NSFW/Porn (I don’t have the privacy to do this 95% of the time);
  • Controversial/complicated themes, political issues, religious content, etc;
  • Content promoting hatred against anyone for any reason at all;
  • If you’re commissioning something FF7 related, I must say that I’ll NOT draw anything containing: Cl/oti, Cl/erith (will draw those characters together only as friends) or Hojo in a romantic setting with anyone ever (with an exception to Jenova… maybe. Try me) as I don’t feel comfortable at all with any of those things;
  • OC or Self-insert/canon-character ships for anything (it’s out of my comfort zone);
  • Anything related to Osom@tsu-san (again, out of my comfort zone);
  • Super detailed backgrounds (I don’t feel comfortable in my skill level to do these constantly and consistently yet, but we can discuss and see if what you want is something I can do);

Otherwise, I’ll draw anything.


  • Yes, I’ll draw your OC. You must give me references if you wish for me to do so. If you can’t fully provide access to visual references for any reason or if you want to make things better and easier for me, please give me a description of your character as well. Yes, I can draw you as well. Please, please, please offer me references as needed;
  • Payments through Paypal only (illusioneery@hotmail.com, with the brief disclaimer that this account is relatively old, so it’s under my father’s name). Prices are in USD. I’ll ask for 1/3 of the cost of the commission in advance (unless you’re fully comfortable with sending the whole total at once, for whatever reason). That 1/3 is nonrefundable;
  • Contact through email (illusioneery@hotmail.com) or Tumblr (illusioneery/s-ephiroth) to discuss the specifics of the commission. You can request WIPs and/or change details about your request at any time. I’ll reply to you as soon as I’m able to!
  • Please be patient with me during the process;
  • * For paintings/full color I’ll request an extra $3 for each additional character beyond 2 (If your request includes 3 characters, it’ll be $33, for example). If you’re requesting multiple characters but they’re not palette swaps and are meant to be in their own, separate paintings, please note those would count as separate projects (and most likely each of them would take anywhere close to the same amount of time as a single group picture would) so individual pricing applies.

Spread the word if you can! And thank you so much in advance for your support!!

HMH Teen Teasers: WASTE OF SPACE by Gina Damico

WASTE OF SPACE by Gina Damico is unlike any book you’ve ever read. It involves: an intern whistleblower, a government conspiracy, reality TV, NASA, and the 10 teenagers at the center of it all. Told in epistolary format—that means records, documents, journal entries, phone and video transcripts, and more—the book follows each angle of the story as the reader, and the teenagers, get closer and closer to the truth about what really happened behind the scenes of the viral hit TV show Waste of Space...and why the government tried to cover up the truth. 

You can read the first few chapters of WASTE OF SPACE below!


                                                   2375 Wilshire Boulevard

                                                   Los Angeles, CA 91523

National Center for Missing & Exploited Children

Charles B. Wang International Children’s Building

699 Prince St.

Alexandria, VA 22314

May 7, 2017

To Who It Might Concern:

As per your request, enclosed are all relevant transcripts of recorded meetings, phone calls, email correspondence, raw video footage, edited-for-broadcast video footage, and confessional interviews used in the production (from development up until the glitch) of the reality television show Waste of Space. We apologize for the admittedly substandard quality of the transcripts; since you insisted on a rushed—some would say unreasonable—deadline, the task to type them up fell to an untrained intern who seems to have inserted personal commentary and conjecture in certain places. A more objective compilation is forthcoming.

We hope these documents will help you guys with your investigation, though we would be remiss if we did not insist yet again that we officially disavow any responsibility for the incident currently under investigation. Waivers were signed. Parents were informed, or so we thought.

This isn’t on us.


Chazz Young

CEO, DV8 Productions

Author’s Note

Untrained intern here.

       Shortly after my boss wrote the above letter, he instructed me to go down to the post office and mail it, along with the thick packet of documents that accompanied it. On the way, I was to ask his personal courier, Boris, to deliver to the office enough recreational drugs to “stop the heart of an elephant,” as the DV8 team was “super stressed.” Then it was suggested that, in honor of the people who were giving our company so much trouble, I stop by an Edible Arrangements store to buy a symbolic bouquet of “fruits with sticks up their asses.”

       I did none of those things. The packet was not mailed. Fruit was not purchased, sarcastically or otherwise. I spoke to Boris, but about a different matter altogether. Drugs were acquired—but only for me, and only in the form of caffeine. The decision to become a whistleblower is not an easy one, and faced with the daunting task of tearing into that packet of documents and learning things I could not unlearn, I needed a pot of freshly brewed courage.

       The account that follows is my attempt to ascertain what really happened in January and February of the year 2017—not what was reported in the news, not what was claimed afterward in the statements from all parties involved. The evidence I will present is composed of the files found in the aforementioned packet, plus several additional records unearthed over the course of my investigation (some of which were obtained through measures that were not, I admit, strictly legal). All documents are presented in their original states and are labeled with as much information as I could ascertain.

       The full body of evidence calls to mind a jigsaw puzzle at a yard sale—some pieces are missing, some are bent out of shape, and some don’t make sense unless one can see the full picture. The truth may be out there, but I doubt anyone will ever be able to irrefutably prove what it is. All I can hope for is that my version is the closest.

       Full disclaimer: Because I personally knew and/or met most of the witnesses, and as I was watching and listening from behind the scenes throughout many of the events described herein, it’s inevitable that some of my own judgments and criticisms will leak into this report. But I’ll do my best to keep my perspective to a minimum and to interpret the events in an unbiased manner. To that end, I will refrain from telling this story from my point of view, as it is not meant to be a tell-all. From this point forth I’ll let the evidence speak for itself.

       I am not the story here. I, like each of you, was only a helpless witness.

When I accepted an internship at DV8, I knew it wasn’t going to lead to a Pulitzer. The network isn’t what you’d call “prestigious” or “groundbreaking” or “staffed by literate individuals,” but the road to a degree in journalism is fraught with despair, douchebags, and dead ends, and I was aware of and prepared for that. In today’s competitive job market (especially in an allegedly dying profession), I was ecstatic to land any internship at all. I vowed to throw myself into the inane, unending errands. I’d cheerfully fire off meaningless tweets, retweets, and “impactful hashtags.” I’d withstand indignities and humiliations galore, and after all that, I’d be on my way with six full credits and nary a look back at the eight months of hell I’d had to endure, all in the name of my education.

       But then came Waste of Space.

       And a different type of education presented itself.

       —An Intern

       July 11, 2017


Part I



The year is 2017.

       Things aren’t looking good for the future of space exploration. Things aren’t looking good for the state of reality programming, either. It is at this intersection of earnestness and stupidity that the idea for Waste of Space is born.

       Naturally, it involves teenagers.

       And so it comes to pass that in the midst of a rare Los Angeles thunderstorm, a dozen shadowy figures meet in the small hours of the morning at a secret and nefarious location: the Denny’s off Wilshire Boulevard. They take up two tables, eight urns of coffee, and five carafes of orange juice. The astrophysicists wittily order Moons Over My Hammy. The television executives order nothing.

       The following meeting ensues.

Item: Transcript of audio recording

Source: Development meeting

Date: January 2, 2017

[Note: Due to the difficulty in identifying multiple voices, most speakers have been labeled with their organizations rather than as individuals; this format will be employed in several instances throughout this report.]

   DV8: You’re okay with us recording this, right?

   NASAW: We don’t know what “this” is yet.

   Waiter: [off-mike] Who ordered extra hash browns?

   [thirty seconds of unintelligible chatter, rustling, sound of plates being placed on table and silverware clanging]

   DV8: All right. Now that you’ve got your breakfasts—

   NASAW: Aren’t you going to eat?

   DV8: We don’t have time to eat.

   NASAW: Not even a bagel?

   DV8: Especially not a bagel, Paleo doesn’t—forget it. Back to the matter at hand: our proposal. Chazz?

   [sound of a throat clearing, then a chair scraping across the floor as Chazz Young, CEO of DV8, stands up to address the group]

   Chazz: Ladies and gentlemen of science, I hate to break it to you, but astrophysics isn’t cool anymore. Sure, people embrace technology when it allows them to post photos of epic bacon-wrapped food items, but drag them into a planetarium and you’ll end up with desperate scratch marks on the walls. Funds have been cut, the man on the moon is several decades in the rearview mirror, and the youth of America continue to respond to the vast and impossibly boundless possibilities of outer space with an emphatic yawn.

   NASAW: What about Cosmic Crusades? Cosmic Crusades is cool.

   Chazz: Science fiction is cool. Science is not.

   NASAW: But—

   Chazz: Example: two different panels at Comic Con, one with the cast of a space movie franchise and one with genuine astronauts. Which do you think will be better attended?

   NASAW: [unintelligible grumbling]

   Chazz: Exactly. Likewise, we admit, people have grown bored with the repetitive nature of reality television. They can watch only so many bar fighters, spurned lovers, table flippers, bug eaters, bad singers, and cat hoarders before it all seems like stuff they’ve already seen before. The world is clamoring for something new! Otherwise they’ll have to turn off their devices and go read a book, and we simply can’t have that.

   NASAW: Books aren’t bad!

   Chazz: Books are the worst.

   NASAW: [unintelligible grumbling]

   Chazz: So. You need to drum up interest in the space program, and we need more eyes on more screens. Luckily, we’ve come up with a solution that we feel will be mutually beneficial to both of us.

   NASAW: And that is?

   Chazz: We want to take a bunch of teenagers and shoot them into space.

   [choking noises]

   Chazz: And put it on television.

   NASAW: That’s—er—not possible.

   Chazz: Why not?

   NASAW: Aside from reasons that should be apparent to anyone with a functioning brain stem, it’s a logistical nightmare. They’d need to undergo months of training and health assessments. You’d need a ship big enough to accommodate a cast, crew, equipment—

   Chazz: Oh, we’ll be faking it. The whole thing will be shot on a soundstage. You really think The Real Housewives of Atlantis was filmed at the bottom of the ocean? Please. Those women were so full of silicone they would have floated straight to the surface.

   NASAW: But we thought this would be a purely educational endeavor. Didn’t you say you were from PBS?

   Chazz: Yes! We lied. We’re from DV8.

   NASAW: DV .º.º. 8?

   Chazz: It’s a cable television network with several blocks of programming across multiple platforms, including streaming services, our own website, and every social media outlet there is. We’d like to cram all of them full of this.

   [sound of coffee urns shakily hitting the rims of coffee mugs]

   Chazz: Which is why we need you! Our first choice was obviously NASA, but they not so politely declined. So the low-rent version of NASA it is!

   NASAW: I beg your pardon. We are the National Association for the Study of Astronomy and Weightlessness. We are not some piddling little administration—

   Chazz: Which is exactly why we’d like you to be consultants. We’ll take care of the casting, the production, everything on that end. You, meanwhile, design a convincing space plane—

   NASAW: [overlapping] Spaceship.

   Chazz: —you tell us what all the rumbles and beeps and boops are supposed to sound like, and we’ll bring in the best special effects team money can buy.

   NASAW: But won’t this seem like one big joke? With all due respect to your special effects, not even the major Hollywood movies can get it a hundred percent right. It’s going to look silly.

   Chazz: People believe what they want to believe. Remember America’s Next Top Murderer? Viewers thought that victims were actually being picked off by a serial killer. The network had to start airing a disclaimer before each episode,saying, “No one’s really dying, you morons.”

   NASAW: Are you serious?

   Chazz: Well, I’m paraphrasing.

   NASAW: I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this. It just doesn’t seem necessary. We’ve got a bunch of new initiatives in the works—

   Chazz: Snore. Yawn. Coma. Let’s be real. Space is passé, and everyone knows it. But you still need a new generation to carry on that galaxy research gobbledygook, or your life’s work will be nothing more than a sham, right? [hearty laughter] So let’s get them excited. Let’s take a bunch of young, gullible, energetic, absurdly good-looking teenagers, stuff them into a space plane—

   NASAW: [overlapping] Spaceship.

   Chazz: —give them some bullshit training, and tell them they’ll be the first ones ever to set foot on Jupiter!

   NASAW: You can’t set foot on Jupiter. Jupiter is a gas giant.

   Chazz: You’re a gas giant! [sound of high-fiving] That’s what they’ll say. That’s what the kids will say. Comedy gold like that.

   NASAW: But—

   Chazz: Point is, this’ll get the youth of America high on space again. Audiences will watch those beautiful idiots floating out there in zero G and want to be just like them. They’ll buy space suits. They’ll buy that astronaut ice cream that tastes and looks and feels like Styrofoam. The merchandising possibilities alone are astronomical. Pun intended! [sound of more high-fives]

   NASAW: Now, you listen here. I’ve raised teenagers, and if there’s one thing I can tell you about them, it’s that they do nothing but talk. All day long. On the phone, on the computer, to themselves. How do you expect to get a group of high schoolers in on a secret like this and not blab thirty seconds later about how lame and fake it is?

   Chazz: Easy. We tell them it’s real.


   NASAW: You want to trick a group of kids into thinking that they’re actually being launched into space?

   Chazz: Yes.

   NASAW: You want them to think that they’re actually being torn away from their friends and family for months, undertaking a dangerous mission from which they actually might not return?

   Chazz: Yes. Drama.

   NASAW: But isn’t that cruel?

   Chazz: “Cruel” is such a subjective word .º.º.

   NASAW: Not in this case! The entire proposition is morally questionable! I’m sorry, but we—we can’t sign on to do something like this.

   Chazz: Fine. Continue your recruiting efforts in the same way you have been. How’s that going for you?


   Chazz: Envision with us, for a moment: Plucky kids. Touching backstories. Plaintive piano music. They first set foot in the space plane. Their eyes light up. Our intrepit explorers are—

   NASAW: Intrepid.

   Chazz: Huh?

   NASAW: The word you’re attempting to use is “intrepid.”

   Chazz: Pretty sure it’s intrepit. Anyway, the mission commences. Lifelong friendships are formed. Bitter fights erupt. Maybe a slap or two. A slap in zero gravity—that’s never been done before! [sound of a pen scribbling in a notebook] Every eye in America will tune in to check on their new cosmic sweethearts. We’ll edit it down to a half hour each week, plus a live segment tacked on at the end of the show so the cast can wave to their furiously jealous friends in real time. We’ll air it online, too. Live stream, 24/7. Shove it into viewers’ faces until they can’t help but get swept up into it. And before you know it, their impressionable young minds will be putty in your hands. They’ll sign up in droves to join the Cosmic Crusades!

   NASAW: That is a fictional movie featuring fictional space heroes.

   Chazz: All the more reason to bolster their ranks! Point is, once this show airs, you’ll have an entire generation of walking, talking, floating space zombies begging to be a part of it, ready to do your bidding.

   [sound of chairs scraping]

   Chazz: We’ll give you some privacy to discuss.


   NASAW #1: Has it really come to this?

   NASAW #2: The worst part is, they’re right. We’ve tried so hard, reached out as much as we can, but we still haven’t connected with the voice of today’s youth. These .º.º. people, horrible as they are, do have the kids’ attention.

   NASAW #3: It pisses me off! Sitting here across from these plastic, vapid nincompoops, having to listen to this claptrap. We’re scientists, for Galileo’s sake! People should be looking to us as golden gods of knowledge, worshiping us for our big brains and thick glasses! Why can’t anyone see that?

   NASAW #4: I don’t know. But something has to be done. Something drastic.


   Chazz: All right, time’s up. What do you say, nerds?

   [long pause]

   NASAW: [dejected] When do we get started?

   Chazz: Casting begins next week!


Despite the assumed glamour of it all, the logistics of organizing a nationwide audition are tedious, daunting, and involve more screaming fits than one might think. Hundreds of phone calls, emails, contracts, and location deposits go into the organization of the Waste of Space Star Search (pun intended!), and within one breakneck week, all necessary casting and administrative personnel are marshaled and five lucky shopping malls across America are chosen as casting locations.

       Thousands of teenagers show up. Each is photographed, given an applicant number, and paraded before a panel of network representatives. Those deemed attractive enough are admitted through to the interview phase, where casting directors interrogate them on the spot.

       Not a single interview is recorded. DV8’s casting procedures are unconventional at best and impulsive at worst; this is by design, as will be described in the pages ahead. But this particular lack of content may be for the best. Many applicants are desperate, depressed, lonely, and/or starving for attention, the sorts of kids for whom the opportunity to be shot into space would be an improvement in their lives rather than a calamity. The fact that their audition interviews will never see the light of day will be, for many of the applicants in the years to come, a blessing in disguise.

       Besides, the evidence that’s left is, in some ways, far more enlightening.


The following is a small compendium of documents featuring the applicants hat are eventually chosen as cast members on Waste of Space. Not all final cast members are represented in this selection, and not all documents are particularly relevant to the troubles that befall the show, but they are provided here to offer a bit of insight into the curious mindsets of those who would endeavor to audition for this particular reality program in the first place.

Item: Email

From: jamarkuscurbeam@gmail.com

To: a.evans@mit.edu

Date: December 18, 2016

   Dear Mr. Evans,

   You probably don’t remember me, but we met last month at the “Leaders of Tomorrow” luncheon. I’m the one who lost out on the scholarship. No hard feelings, though! For the chair of the MIT Aerospace Engineering program to take note of my academic achievements and flight simulation skills and even go so far as to label me a “future astronaut”—that was reward enough. I am humbled and honored to have met you, and your vote of confidence means more to me than you can ever know.

   Thank you again for your consideration. I hope our paths cross again one day—in space!

Item: Transcript of audio recording

Source: Chazz’s cell phone voicemail

Date Recorded: January 12, 2017

Hey Uncle Turd,

   It’s me again. I know you think you can keep blowing me off, but guess what? Circumstances have changed. I think you’ll want to pay attention to me this time.

   But first, let’s talk about how you declined to cast me last summer in Pantsing with the Stars—an egregious oversight, I think it’s now clear. I wept for the unwatchable drivel that you doomed yourself to produce without my tour de force personality in the mix. I can only assume that your foul, idiotic casting directors were felled by the brain-altering effects of a chlamydia outbreak. How else to explain their insistence on my absence? My appeal is boundless. My charisma is unmatched. My pores are impeccable.

   And my middle finger is extended in their direction.

   But you’ve got a chance to make it up to me. I heard about your new show. I want in.

   And this time, I think you want me in too. Would be a shame if that video of you and Mom were to end up in Dad’s inbox.

   Tell me when and where I should show up. Peace OUT.

Item: Post on Cosmic Crusades online forum

Username: LadyBalwayGalway

Posted: January 6, 2017

   [excerpt from page 3 of 5]

   .º.º. and if you freeze the frame at exactly eighty-three minutes and thirty-seven seconds, you can see that the gamma-ray missile that Fekawa Gooe sets up is NOT in fact aimed at the Intragalactic Senate, in fact it’s cocked at an angle of 52.6 degrees, which would in fact point it directly at Lord Balway Galway, WHO, if you’ll RECALL, stated during the Transnebula Peace Talks that his home planet of Gavinjia was sure to escape the conflict unscathed, so OBVIOUSLY the bombing mission was intended as a wake-up call to prove him wrong and send a TELEKINETIC message that .º.º.

Item: Online video

Username: the_entropy_within

Posted: January 8, 2017

   [IMAGE: hands strumming a mandolin while words are spoken over the tuneless chords]

   looking up at the sky /

   and a thought floats by /

   what if the galaxy /

   is just a strawberry /

   and all the stars we see /

   are only flecks of seeds /

   that get stuck in your teeth /

   and increase carbon emissions /

   and line the pockets of corporate America

Item: Social media account

Username: @BacardiParti

   [collection of more than 2,000 photos, half of which are unprintable because they are blurry, the other half of which are unprintable because they feature underage nudity]

Informative as these documents are, there are two cast members in particular who warrant closer attention. They will emerge as the most crucial players in this chronicle for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that they personally provide a substantial volume of information about what occurs during production—both of them by way of personal video diary entries, also known in reality television parlance as “confessionals.” A small window into their pre-shooting mental states is provided in the following two documents.

       (It’s also worth pointing out that both cast members choose to express themselves in the form of dispatches to their parents—symbolically in one case, and literally in the other. This is nothing more than a coincidence, but as their body of work will come to show, the bond between children and their absent parents is a complicated one, to put it mildly.)

       The first is a clip from Nico’s personal GoPro video camera. Nico rarely captures himself in the frame of these videos; rather, he uses his words as a soundtrack for the often mundane images he is recording, which are mostly of wherever he happens to be at the time.

Item: Transcript of video recording

Source: Nico’s camera

Battery charge: 100%

Date: January 14, 2017

   [IMAGE: Nondescript room. From the angle of the camera, it seems that Nico is seated at a large table at the center.]

   Nico: [voiceover] Hi Mom. Hi Dad.


   I did something stupid.

   [The camera pans downward under the table, now pointing at his feet. They are rested on a skateboard, which he rolls back and forth.]

   I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know how I did it. A lot of systems had to come together to make it happen. My legs had to push me here, my mouth had to say things, my eyes had to make contact with other eyes, my brain had to formulate thoughts, my hamster-size soul had to blow up to ten times its size and pretend to be a lion. And I can honestly say I don’t know how all those things worked in tandem to do what I did.

   I auditioned for a reality show.



   Saying it out loud makes me feel like throwing up.

   [Nico gets up from the chair. Camera pans to window and holds steady on people walking down the sidewalk—a couple, then a woman pushing a stroller, then two men smoking cigarettes.]

   It was like .º.º. like I couldn’t help myself. I’d heard that they were holding auditions at the Queens Center mall, so I told Diego that I was going there to see a movie with some friends—which he didn’t buy, by the way. “What’s wrong with movie theaters in the Bronx? Since when do you have friends in Queens? Why ride the subway for an hour for no reason? Are you out of your mind?”

   All fair questions. Especially that last one.

   But it was the weekend, and I pointed out that I can do whatever I want with my free time, and he washed his hands of me like he always does, so I went. Just to watch. Just to film the people in line. Figured they’d be an interesting crowd. When I got there, I saw the DV8 banner hanging across the entrance, and I thought, obviously I would never audition, obviously that is something for the otherninety-nine percent of the teenage population to embarrass themselves with, but when I went inside .º.º. I got in line.

   Okay, in my defense:

   You know how rough I’ve had it.

   You know how miserable I’ve been.

   (I know you don’t really know. But let’s pretend that you actually watch these videos. That for the past couple of years I have not been pouring the contents of my heart into a digital cache that I’d rather chuck under the B train than let anyone see. Let us pretend that the phrase “pathetic delusion” does not figure into any of this.

   Because the thought of college feels like a five-ton block of concrete pressing on my back, and the thought of getting a job instead feels like the floor is rushing up to squish me against the ceiling. Like I’m trapped in a dungeon in a video game, with all these moving contraptions of torture trying to flatten me into a splat of pixels. Like no matter what I do, the future is going to crush me.

   I wish you were still here. Diego’s all right, but legal guardian-slash-older brother is not the same as parent. And I don’t know why I thought that this show was the answer, but it was something different, a change, an honest-to-God decision in a haze of fuzzy, unknowable .º.º.)

   [Camera pans away from window and focuses on a pair of vending machines in the corner of the room.]

   Anyway. Back to the mall.

   The line was so long, it wrapped all the way past the escalators and ended near Macy’s. I thought, obviously I’m not going to give them my name, obviously I’m not going to forge Diego’s signature on the waiver, obviously I’m not going to stand in that ridiculous line—

   But the line moved fast, and before I could change my mind, my name was called. They brought me into a vacant store where they had set up screens to make little cubicles, like the kind they use in blood drives. There was a cameraman and an interviewer, a woman with a blouse that was cut so low I could see her bra.

   (Sorry for that detail, Mom, but I couldn’t not notice. It was staring me in the face, and I’m a healthy adolescent boy.)

   (Dad, it was bright turquoise with little rhinestones. You get what I’m saying.)

   She asked me all sorts of awful questions, and I answered them. Told her my age, where I’m from, that I’m into skateboarding and shooting videos. To be honest, I don’t remember most of what I said, because it all went by so fast, and she kept nodding, so I kept talking—and also, you know, the bra. All I remember is that her face lit up like Yankee Stadium when I told her you were dead, and after that, it all felt like a done deal. That’s when the dread started, the feeling that this might actually happen. Like I’d stepped into a pool of sticky tar and it wasn’t going to let me go.

   I mean that literally. They wouldn’t let me go.

   They brought me into this break room, told me to wait, and closed the door.

   [Camera pans to door handle. Hand reaches out to jiggle it.]


   They ducked their heads in about fifteen minutes ago and said that it shouldn’t be much longer, they’ll be reaching a decision soon.

   Shit. Shit shit.

   I mean, even if I do get cast, it’s not like I have no choice in the matter, right?

   Obviously I can say no.

   Obviously I’m not going to do it.

The final pre-taping document is another video, this time featuring cast member Titania. She is in a public restroom, aiming her phone camera at the mirror. She looks straight into the lens.

Item: Transcript of video recording

Source: Titania’s cell phone

Date: January 15, 2017

   Titania: Remember Trackleton’s Guide to the Big Outdoors?

   Cute little picture book that you bought for three ninety-nine at the ranger’s station. The pages were held together with a plastic coil. It had maps of Washington’s hiking regions. And it followed Trackleton, that charming, bearded outdoorsman, as he went on adventures.

   His catchphrase was “Keep moving. Keep exploring.” Advice so good it became our family motto.

   You read it every time we went camping, which added up to a lot of readings over the years. We used to snuggle into our sleeping bags, and you would read it aloud to us by the lantern light, as little black specks of bugs giving a shadow puppet performance against the walls of our tent.

   [Titania’s reflection smiles.]

   We loved that book. Patrick liked the colorful maps. Nathan liked to chew on the coil. Lily made up songs to go along with the words—remember how you used to tell her to sing quietly so the rest of us could still hear you read? As if that girl would ever stop singing.

   [Her smile fades.]

   I’ve been thinking a lot about that book lately. About Trackleton’s cheery optimism and can-do attitude. I hadn’t for years, not since it slipped out of Dad’s pack during the hike through the Columbia River Gorge. But after our last trip—the trip—it all came rushing back to me. I can’t get it out of my head. And I finally realized why.

   It had only two rules: Keep moving. Keep exploring. Hard and fast, with no room for error. Don’t overthink them, don’t second-guess them, and everything will work out.

   But life isn’t like that at all. Keep moving, and maybe you’ll succeed. Or not. Keep exploring, and maybe you’ll be happy. Or not. Do both, and they could lead to the best possible outcome.

   Or do both, and they could ruin everything.

   Keep moving, keep exploring.

   I’d always thought it was good advice. The best advice.

   But I’m not so sure anymore.

The applicants are impressive enough to warrant this response from Chazz Young, the CEO of DV8, delivered via an all-staff conference call.

Item: Transcript of audio recording

Source: Chazz’s cell phoneDate: January 16, 2017

   Chazz Young: Hey guys! Chazz here.

   So I’d like to bring the entire DV8 family up to speed on our new project. As mentioned at the companywide meeting last week, this project is going to be groundbreaking. It’s going to break, like, every ground that’s been put there since television started.

   So over the past week we’ve been holding casting sessions in cities around the country, and—hang on a sec, before I go any further, we all need to give up some mad, mad props to the publicity department. Thanks to your commercials, press releases, and social media efforts, over ten thousand kids came out to audition! That’s a lot of hormones to shoot into orbit!

   So as usual, we’re implementing the classic smash-and-grab casting technique our network has become famous for. Any of you out there who are new to the DV8 family, allow me to elaborate on our patented selection process. Back when we were a tiny fledgling network that didn’t know any better, we dragged out the audition process for weeks. We left no stones unturned, no cell phones untapped. We were thoroughly exhaustive in our attempts to pinpoint what potential castmates might do to one another.

   But let us recall the season four finale of Alaskan Sex Igloo. We had thought, based on Saffron’s tendency to fly off the handle and start stabbing things, that she would break one of the icicles off the ceiling and use it to stab Khaleesi. We spent all season leading up to it, right? With foreboding music? And tasteful close-ups of the icicles? And Saffron’s confessional, where she talked about “getting her stab on”? It’s why we cast her. But for all of our efforts, look what happened—she and Khaleesi hugged and cried and shared a snow cone. With Jared. Jared was the one who was supposed to be so lonely and ignored that he left the safety of the igloo to seek the loving embrace of a grizzly bear!

   But the bears never came. And no one got stabbed.

   From that point forward, we decided to take a more hands-off approach. Now, rather than have the whittled-down pool of applicants come in for a final round of casting, we simply go with our gut reactions and finalize the cast based on their original, uncut interviews. In fact, we whisk them directly out of the auditions as soon as their parents or guardians sign the waiver! (Reminder to all employees: any questions from the press that contain the word “kidnapping” should be forwarded straight to the PR department.) And so we are proud to announce that we have already chosen the final ten cast members—only one week after auditions!

   We’ve still applied the standard network reality casting percentages: fifty percent male, fifty percent female; sixty percent white, thirty percent ethnic, ten percent undetermined; balanced dispersal of ages from fourteen to eighteen; plus the four Golden Tokens: gay, foreigner, disabled, and orphan. And as per usual, we’ll be throwing all sorts of plot bombs and crazy situations at the poor bastards—with the new added twist of a live segment at the end of each episode.

   Of course, we’ll still leave some things up to chance. Fifteen percent of the editing will be done on the fly, based solely on the relationships and developments that we’ll be monitoring closely over the course of each week. Who knows how it’ll unfold? Who knows where it’ll lead? Who knows what those hyperactive, questionably sane caricatures will throw at us?

   I do: Drama.

A brief word about Chazz Young, CEO of DV8, walking innuendo, and overall trash barge of a human being.

       The word that pops up most often when people attempt to describe Chazz is “exceedingly.” He is exceedingly tanned. His teeth are exceedingly white. He is exceedingly self-centered, as evidenced by his initiative to move the human resources department to the basement of DV8 headquarters so his twin puggles could have their own corner office. He is exceedingly arrogant, treating everyone involved in his television productions—cast members, crew, staff, and, yes, interns—as insignificant specks who exist solely to make his star shine more brightly. And he is exceedingly cocky, given the fact that he unilaterally declared himself to be the best candidate for on-air talent. Plenty of talented hosts have presented themselves to DV8 over the years, and although a lucky few manage to grab a sliver of airtime now and then, it’s Chazz’s vinyl face that you’re most likely to see whenever you tune in. Especially when it comes to something as high-profile as Waste of Space.

       Which calls to mind another of Chazz’s qualities: he is exceedingly lazy. He thought that Waste of Space was going to be a home run no matter what, and that all he had to do was plug in the numbers to a tried-and-true formula that hadn’t failed him yet. But when someone as oblivious as Chazz Young stops seeing people as human beings, he might also stop noticing other details. Smaller details.

       Important details.

Item: Transcript of audio recording

Source: Chazz’s cell phone

Date: January 9, 2017

Chazz: You nerds there? Ready to get this conference call party started?

   NASAW: We’re here.

   Chazz: Great. So let’s—[doorbell rings in background] oh, hang on a sec, everyone. Rock climbing wall delivery.

   NASAW: You have your own rock climbing wall?

   Chazz: Two rock climbing walls. LA’s an earthquake town, it’s important to always have a backup—listen, just talk amongst yourselves for a few minutes. I’ll be right back.


NASAW #1: I can’t believe we agreed to this. [sound of papers sifting] These people are certifiable.

   NASAW #2: And irresponsible.

   NASAW #3: Don’t forget soulless.

   NASAW #4: [sighing] Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now. We signed the papers. We’re in this whether we like it or not.

   NASAW #2: But look at these emails! They are hurling money at this thing. We’ve been trying to get this sort of funding from the government for years and received nothing—because apparently the money’s all wrapped up in television! I called to double-check the budget because I figured it couldn’t possibly be correct, but it is. The girl on the phone offered to throw in an extra million just because I asked how her day was going!

   NASAW #4: How do they have so much money? They’re a television network!

   NASAW #2: Two words: Chazz Young. I did some research on this guy. Got rich off his daddy’s trust fund, then used it to buy a struggling sports channel. He did an extensive overhaul, switched all its programming to trashy reality television, bumped up its online presence, and installed his own in-house production company to develop his own projects.

   NASAW #4: What does that mean?

   NASAW #2: It means that whenever a ridiculous idea pops into Chazz Young’s mind, he has the unlimited budget and power to make it into a show, air it on television, and spread it all over the internet, just like that.

   NASAW #3: Let me see those figures. [sound of coffee being spit across the table] Jesus Christ! We could buy a brand-new shuttle for that kind of money! Plus fuel!

   NASAW #4: I say we round up the lot of these dolts and send them into space.

   NASAW #2: And I quote: “We will spare no expense on the visuals. None whatsoever.” They’re teaming up with a company called ImmerseFX—it makes video games or virtual reality or theme park rides, I don’t know what the heck it is—to handle the special effects. Which we’re supposed to keep quiet about, by the way, since they’re trying to pass this thing off as real.

   NASAW #4: Psfff. Good luck.

   NASAW #2: They’ve reserved the largest soundstage in the New Mexico desert, and they’re handing it over to us, keys and all. “Build a space plane inside!” they said. “Bounce it up and down! Make as much noise as you want!” The effects people will be out here for a few days to build the thing based on our designs—then after that, it’s up to us. All for the purpose of torturing these poor kids with ridiculous pre-written plot points—

   NASAW #3: Pre-written? I thought this was a reality show.

   NASAW #2: Ha! Reality, my ass. The only thing that’s real is the team of video editors they’ve got on call, ready to craft it into whatever they need it to be while we get to sit around with our thumbs up our posteriors, shaking a tin can with of a bunch of spoiled little fame whores sealed inside.

   NASAW #4: But there’s a host onboard with them, right? Some form of adult supervision?

   NASAW #2: Nope! [slightly hysterical laughter] The network people aren’t even going to be on set! They said they’d, quote, “rather be shot into the sun than spend three months in that shithole of a desert,” so they’ll be monitoring everything via live feeds, safe and cool in their air-conditioned offices in Los Angeles, and sending us their instructions. Instructions that, I might add, would be hilarious if they weren’t so blisteringly idiotic.

   NASAW #4: [papers sifting] “Week number one: Asteroid Attack. Will require impacts against the walls of the space plane. Week number two: Spinning Out of Control. Will require a rotating video animation to be displayed in the space plane’s window.”

   NASAW #2: And there’ll be more where that came from! The cameras onboard the ship will record six hours at a time, upload the video files to the main server we’ll have on-site, then automatically wipe the memory cards and begin recording again. It’s a process that can sustain itself indefinitely without any manual upkeep, which frees up even more time for them to dream up even more foolishness. And then there’s the list—the twenty-three-point list!—of consultants who are only a phone call away should we wish to contact them. Industrial Light and Magic, Pixar, a charter helicopter company, the Jim Henson workshop—

   NASAW #3: Are you kidding me? Puppets? Do they want aliens?

   NASAW #2: They might! They might want aliens!

   NASAW #1: Enough. [sound of a coffee mug pounding the table] There is a clear path through all this.

   NASAW #2: Yeah, right through to the unemployment office. Better get in line.

   NASAW #1: You’re looking at this from the wrong angle. What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is an opportunity. A golden opportunity.


   NASAW #2: What are you proposing?

   [sound of coffee being poured]

   NASAW #1: We make their spaceship.


   NASAW #1: We make their show.


       NASAW #1: And then we make history.


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Damsel In Distress

Originally posted by bagginshield

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Requested Byxhappinessxchloex

Based OnHello! I really like your imagines so i want to request one, I’d love one where thorin would fall in love with the reader :)

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, it is my first ever Thorin written imagine that’s super long. I’m really nervous about posting this; since you weren’t so specific about the imagine, I just allowed my imagination to wander and I really hope that you love this, lovely! Please enjoy and keep sending in requests! :) - Kat

About: Kat, the only female within Thorin Oakenshield’s company is strictly unaware of Thorin’s feelings for her. One night, she finds herself wandering the woods, trying to leave the company, for she feels that Thorin will never love her as she loves him. When she stumbles in the darkness, will he come and save her?

Word count: 2,315 (I know, I seriously over did it!)

Warning’s: probably a million spelling and grammatical errors (I was too lazy to go through it again so bare with me please!), reader pushing away Thorin, intense feels, drama, slight mention of bofur and the company, protective thorin, fluff, fluff, fluff at the end, blood and injury mention, reader is super clumsy? (Let me know if I forgot anything!).

Disclaimer: I do not own Thorin or any of Tolkien’s other amazing characters.

The moments in which presented itself, Thorin’s usually cold gaze floated toward your figure, hugging it tightly as his heart beat thundered substantialyl within his chest. At first, it was an enigmantic experience that dizzied the dwarf king, this feeling to which his heart was being warmly caressed in such a manner was utterly foreign to him.

The entirity of the group, - apart from you-, were witnesses to this: they watched with glee in the way in which Thorin would sneak clever glances at you when he assumed that no other was paying any attention to him. His eyes never averted from you as you were seated opposite of him, the only thing blocking him from you was the crackling fire. Although it’s size was truly not big enough to stop him, he formed it as an excuse not to approach you. Whilst the smoldering fire burned, you warmed the iciness within his eyes, breaking and melting the brooding and dreariness that his kin had assumed would resume frozen within them forever; to which the coldness had built up over the years from what he had faced in his life time.

Inattentive and uninformed you were of the fact that Thorin Oakenshield had such deep and blossoming feelings for you. Though, in response to your own feelings, - that actually matched his own towards you-, you had gradually distanced yourself half consciously and half unconsciously, from him. You had a deep set fear that the mold in which was formed for a queen was not suited for you, that his kin would spit at your shoes and find you a disgrace. You were well aware that you did not see yourself matching him, being able to confidently stand beside him and say “I deserve this man!”.

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Spirit Vine Meta-’Physics’ or: How Mako Nearly Destroyed Republic City (sort of)

Disclaimer:  I am by no means a scientist.  I’ve got a background in English and Theatre, but I have quite a few close friends who do have backgrounds in science.  A little while back, one of those close friends, thejmpr, who actually edited this post, approached me with the declaration that he’d figured out how spirit vines worked.  I tried to explain that they’re not really supposed to make sense, since they’re all spirit-y, but he proceeded to prove me hilariously wrong.  The following is an analysis that I was able to put together by extrapolating his logic.  In the end, it’s just conjecture, but I had fun writing it and thinking it all out, so I figure it might be a fun read, too.

Spirit Vines are crazy.  They’re crazy powerful, crazy big, and crazy plentiful. They’re the plutonium/uranium equivalent of the Avatar universe, but without all those pesky dangers of radiation!  And instead of radiation, they grow back! Like really fast.  And all the time.  


Pictured: Easily-Obtainium’.

Anyone familiar with Cold War politics, deterrence theory and nuclear proliferation most likely caught the parallel with Raiko stating “[Spirit weapons] are already being used!” as justification for the United Republic to have their own.  

But that’s a story for another time.

Today, I’d like to talk about how Mako, through no fault of his own, nearly destroyed all of Republic City…and probably the mountain range surrounding it.  Sort of.  Sounds crazy, right?  Well, so are spirit vines.  

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a few words concerning Jeyne Westerling, Jeyne Poole and their importance in Robb and Theon's storylines

Along with a nice epilogue about how much D&D could have gotten it a lot better when talking about the adaptation.

[this meta is dedicated to emiliosandoz - she said she’d post hers on Theon if I dusted this off from my drafts and actually finished and I’m upholding my part of the bargain]

with this, I mean how the fact that Jeyne Poole isn’t the show so far and that Jeyne Westerling was changed into a new character with a different name, are both imo pretty bad moves. Meaning: it probably doesn’t change *too much* in the big picture and it certainly isn’t as horrible as some of the book/show divergences until this point (I mean, the basic economy of the story and the basic outcomes didn’t change, but the way it went changes things a lot) it still shows that they missed one of the most interesting parallelisms going on with Robb and Theon’s storylines and that they also missed a good part of the entire point of both narratives.

(Disclaimer the first: obviously I have no clue if they’re still planning to introduce Jeyne Poole - I should hope - but even if they do and she’s everything she is in the book it still doesn’t work because of the changing-Jeyne-Westerling-to-Talisa deal.) 

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Two Roads Meet - Chapter 5

A/N: The gaps between these updates are literally hiatus-worthy wow I need to pay more attention to this fic I’m sorry 

Summary: Phil Lester, a shy, poetic hipster, is talented at a lot of things; social interaction not being one of them. But when his best friend Tom, a popular socialite, wins a competition for a Road Trip, Phil suddenly finds himself meeting a whole new group of friends, including the total stud Dan Howell; a flirt-machine in a leather jacket. But will Phil’s awkwardly interesting personality intrigue Dan, or completely freak him out?

DISCLAIMER: Obviously (and unfortunately) everything I have written is entirely fictional. I am not claiming Phan is real



In the midst of my panic over where I was going to sit without looking like a complete friendless tag-along, I suddenly felt a hand tug onto mine, grabbing my attention. I swivelled round suddenly, to find Dan staring up at me, a friendly glint in his eyes.
“You can sit next to me if you want.” He suggested shyly, flicking a brown strand of fringe out of his eyes.
“Oh.” I responded, mildly surprised. “Sure.” I gave him a little half-smile, although Amelia worried me. She had seen exactly what Dan was doing, and was practically stabbing me with the power of her evilly blue eyes.
“Come on.” He budged up, letting me position myself comfortably on one of the cushioned makeshift seats.
“Thanks.” I laughed shakily, suddenly realizing that it was probably only a polite gesture as he was probably aware of the risk I was at of sitting alone.
Well, whatever it was, it was kind of him.
“We have a good view here.” He nodded over to the giant window we were leaning against. I turned around, to be met with the breathtaking sight of the city we were overlooking, illuminated by the most vibrant, picture perfect stars peppered beautifully across every building our eyes were exposed to.

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