excuse me but i need this on my blog

i owe an apology

to everyone who has followed this blog and waited for an update from me concerning this au. I know i’ve already said before that this au doesn’t inspire me anymore, and that until i find a new one i’ll keep going with this one, but the truth is that i can’t. i feel like i’ve reached a dead end and i just can’t draw anything regarding this au anymore, and that’s probably my adhd talking but i know that’s not an excuse.

so i owe you guys some closure. i won’t delete this blog ofc, i just need to change the au and start again with something new to find motivation and inspiration. but until that, i’ll have to put this blog on hiatus.

to everyone who’s been following me because of the au : i’m really really sorry that i can’t keep going with it anymore, you’re free to unfollow if you wish.

i’ll keep you guys updated though, i will find a new au and i’ll be back ♥

until then, you can follow me at @ask-the-outcasts (other “visual novel” ask blog) and @lazy-bam (art blog)

tl;dr : i’m changing the au for this blog, and until i find a new one this blog is on hiatus, sorry ;;

8

get to know me ★ [1/15] films
↳ The Lord of the Rings

“Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields. And eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?“

Stop. Sexualizing. Underaged. Idols.

Still seeing blogs write smut about underaged idols. And some of them have the nerve to defend themselves… im sick 😷 this honestly needs to stop. Having a perfect stranger writing smut about you is uncomfortable regardless of age. But UNDERAGE!?! I’m almost 18, but when I see a link that leads to smut about a idol that is close to my age or younger absolutely makes me want to throw up. No excuses whatever can justify underaged idol smut. NOTHING.

Hey folks.  I need a favor.

I’m asking you all for some kind of accountability.  I have been spiraling for a good solid two weeks now and I have probably wrecked a couple of friendships over it.  I learned all about some trigger points I have and how they affect me.  This was a really bad one.  It’s had me yelling at people I love, being unreasonable, being combative and reactionary, crying, isolating, and basically being a complete fucking nightmare.  I’m only just now coming out of it, and I’m still feeling a bit hypersensitive.

I’ve considered meds (but found the risks more than I’m comfortable with given my current situation) and I go to therapy, and right now I’m on a waiting list for a cognitive behavioral therapy program (that honestly seems like the best tool I’m going to find).  That being said, in the short term my coping skills suck.  The only thing that I know for a fact works for me with any regularity is exercise and getting outdoors.  Of course I have an excuse for that too and I haven’t been working out because I have some negative body issues, I don’t deal well with street harassment (especially the “are you trans?” and “you look like a man” type that I’ve encountered on my runs in the past) so I’ve been avoiding it.

Basically, I need to start exercising again because it’s the only surefire tool I have in the short term.  I don’t want to turn this into a fitness blog, and I don’t want to upset anyone with posts about body composition (or recomposition), weight, or running/exercise posts, but I do want to start keeping a sort of daily fitness/wellness check-in.  I’d like to know what people’s thoughts are on a post a day about my personal exercise goals being part of the normal feed here.  You can respond to the post or in an ask.

Thanks in advance.  I know a lot of folks have expressed interest in trying to help me in various ways, and this kind of accountability is a real concrete thing that you all can help me with, but only if you’re ok with it.

kcg4  asked:

Hi Charity as you are an ENFP I wanted to ask you how to do you see Si and Te in you? How was it clear for you that you were Ne dom and Fi aux and not the contrary? You said in the past that you cinsidered yourself socially introvert or shy, which I think is my case and I'm not sure about INFP or ENFP for me. Thanks a lot

My main way of recognizing my status as an extrovert, beyond my need for external stimulation all the time (NOTHING HAS HAPPENED IN TEN MINUTES, MY LIFE SUCKS) is that I am not a Fi-dom. So excuse me, while I once again travel into the land of indecisive Ne to illustrate my point; then I will return to your initial question.

If you compare the INFPs on this blog to the ENFPs, you will notice that the INFP’s Fi is often very prominent and “runs the show.” This is also true with real life INFPs, who as judging dominants, have and express very strong opinions. Since they are in contact with their inner self most of the time, they often know what they like and dislike, what they want to do or refuse to do, and how they FEEL about most things. There is rarely indecision on that point, especially when it comes to the strength of their inner moral focus.

While I have extremely strong opinions in a few areas, in the broader scope of reality, I am far more indecisive and disconnected from my feelings, to the point where half the time, I rationalize them out with Te, or question my “right” to feel this way at all, rather than just use them. Something I admire about INFPs is they tend to be more decisive than I am, especially in their likes and dislikes. As a Ne-dom, my likes and dislikes can change from day to day.

An INFP I know had a fight with her friends once and door-slammed all of them. She knew how she felt, that they were dissing her opinions and not respecting her true self, and after she had enough, she was done. And she did not waffle on that decision. She just quit. She made up with them much later on, but only after her temper cooled, and she had space and time to mature in her own way (and they matured also). She knew what she wanted: them gone. For now.

I complained the other day to my mother about Elizabeth of York in Philippa Gregory’s novel / miniseries, The White Princess. She is so indecisive. She changes her mind from one chapter to the next about who she is, what she wants, and answers “I don’t know” to half the questions posed to her. Some days she likes her husband, some days she doesn’t; she intends to give up on him, then turns around and falls for him again. It’s seriously annoying.

Once I got done with my rant, my mother smiled and said, “So she’s basically you, in literary form.”

Gee, thanks mom.

My mouth hung open for a couple of seconds, while my Fi had a little tantrum, and then my Te immediately snapped in and I went: “I guess. But I’d make a BAD heroine. Heroines need to be decisive! Books need plots! Heroines need to know what they want, or at least figure it out, and get there, not be lost in indecision! The plot must move forward!”

Unlike me. =P

Ne-dom makes me changeable. And it annoys me. One day, I might want this. The next day, I might not. One day, I might decide that this friend sucks. The next day, I might think I was wrong and they’re awesome. They did not change. My Ne flipped the situation around for a different perspective. It runs right over my Fi and what it wants, all the time. This means that I either do not KNOW what I want or cannot ADMIT to myself what I want, nor give myself permission to want it. It annoys me, it annoys my parents, it annoys my friends, and it annoys my cat. But that’s how it is.

I WISH I had some Fi to haul Ne’s ass into a chair and decide: NOPE. But no, instead Ne hauls me around with Fi going “Um… I don’t know how I feel yet?”

But anyway, rant aside: back to your question.

How do I see Si and Te in me?

I see Te a lot when I ‘temporarily loop’ in order to avoid dealing with my feelings. I do not LIKE my feelings. I consider them a major pain in the butt. When my grandpa died, I was a wreck before it happened. I didn’t even know him that well, but it took him a long time to die. His organs slowly shut down. I was so immersed in the pain of what was happening to my loved ones, that I cried way more than any of them. But after his death, my Te immediately kicked in. Mom wanted to clear out his house. Like, immediately. That’s how she copes.

So we did. I put aside my emotions, went into that house, and went through all my grandparents’ stuff. We filled a dumpster. I organized everything we decided to keep in piles for the family to choose from after the funeral. A lot of my decisions were people-motivated – my cousins loved playing these games with Grandma. Shall we keep them? I’ll make sure they have all the pieces and put them in nice piles. I did the funeral video. Everyone needs a Ne-dom for that. It wasn’t just about Grandpa, it was about his life. His dreams. His parents. The culture he grew up in. I managed the voice-over, without falling to pieces.

And then, I moved on.

My Si is very poor. I may be adverse to CHANGE when people announce it (and I have to deal with it a lot, my parents literally cannot live six months without changing their house around, the yard, etc) but I am not stuck in the past. Half the time it never comes to my mind. The past flows beyond me. A day can seem a week ago, and three years ago can seem like yesterday. I gaped when a friend showed me a picture recently with 2014 stamped on the bottom. That was that long ago!? My grasp on time sucks. My awareness of time sucks. My own carelessness with time… sucks. A Si-friend recently said, “You should take more pictures with your cat. You will want them when she’s eventually gone.”

I stared at her. “I will?”

See, I don’t think like that. When people, places, things, are gone, I miss them. I love them. I still think about them sometimes, but they are gone. I do not pour over pictures. I do not sit and endlessly talk about the past. I do not want to think about the past. I moved on.

Sometimes, people tell me I should slow down, or take more time with that, since they do not want me to “look back one day, and regret this moment.”

Thing is, that probably won’t happen. I rarely go back.

Unless I hurt someone badly, and never received their forgiveness, or am beating myself up about something I should have done to stop something bad from happening, I don’t look back and regret. You cannot drive a car staring into your rear view mirror. In that way, I am careless. But I don’t know how to NOT be careless. Things matter right now, and then they’re gone. I loved that show, but it’s canceled. There’s new stuff to watch. I take in so much of it (as a Ne-dom), only a few things stick longer than six months.

And sometimes, I desperately want them to stick. I sit with someone or something loving it, immersed in its beauty, and think, “How can I hold onto it? I already feel it slipping away! WHY CAN’T I APPRECIATE THIS MORE?”

Inferior Si.

This is going to sound weird, because it is weird. But, under stress… I start obsessively tinkering with sensory elements. I’ve been editing and rewriting a book for what seems like forever (forever to me is four months, but I don’t want to talk about how this is the eighth draft of the fourth version of this book in two years) which is very tedious, Si-driven work. My Te is happy to help out with deadlines, and charts, and word counts, and I have a nice little sheet of paper with things marked on it, where I enter my progress each day to keep myself motivated. But I swear on my soul, yesterday when I opened the file, my Si went nuts and said: I don’t like this font. It curls funny. Change it.

So I did.

And then I sat there for at least ten minutes, changing the font, again and again, then the sizing several times. I printed out a page to see how it will look in book form, then promptly forgot which configuration I used (poor Si!) and had to print several more sheets in different sizes. I never did figure out which was the font and what size I used for that first sheet. (Shame, I like it the best.) Then I resized the file across my screen, to try and get the font to ‘curl’ how I like it, so I could read it. I cannot read it, unless it’s the right size. And font. And I must edit so there are no paragraphs that end with one word on the next line.

(Are you laughing yet? Is that not pathetic? Welcome to my life.)

Screw inferior Si. It’s bullshit.

I never know how to say this without hurting feelings but… Fi-doms are sensitive and since INFPs have higher Si, they do not forgive you fast.

Think about two terrific insults against NFPs (from future husbands) in literature and compare them to how you process things.

Gilbert Blythe pulls Anne Shirley’s braid and calls her carrots. The little INFP smashes her slate against his head and screams at him in class. She then tells Diana “the iron has entered my soul: I shall never forgive him,” and proceeds to ignore him, compete with him, and refuse to speak to him. For years. Gibert has to grovel to get on her good side, many times. She is super sensitive and her emotions flare up immediately. “You hurt me EXCRUCIATINGLY,” she says. She means it. He DID.

Mr. Darcy insults Lizzie’s appearance (she is not handsome enough to tempt me into a dance – ie, she’s not that pretty) in Pride & Prejudice. ENFP Lizzie gapes at him, then promptly turns it into a joke. She never brings it up again. She’s mad, but more mad about what he does to Jane than his insult. She finally confronts him when he proposes, but not about that. No, it was not the insult that hit her; it was the impression she formed of his character, based on it. And when he writes her a letter that basically calls out her family for being loud, obnoxious, inappropriate trash, she is pissed but has enough high Te to realize: he has every right to feel that way about us, based on what he saw. Once she realizes WHY he thinks how he does, her anger cools. And her mind changes about him. The anger dissipates.

Did he hurt her? Sure. Deeply? Not so much.

Someone walked up to my INFP the other day and insulted her appearance. It hurt. A lot. She will probably never speak to him again.

A person insulted me to my face at dinner a few years ago. He basically implied the people I work with and the caliber of their work is poor, and I should do a better job selecting the material we work on together. (IE: Wow, you suck.) I bitch-slapped him good with a Te-snarl comeback and … promptly moved on. I was mildly annoyed by it, and it certainly colored our interactions from that point on, but I wasn’t hurt by it so much as annoyed. We stayed “friends.”

I can count the number of times people have actually hurt my feelings on one hand. My Te is strong.

How do I know this?

I’m one of the first people to come up with a rational, non-emotional “fix it” to problems. I often discount my own feelings or put them aside entirely, to get a job done. I remember one time, a friend PM’d me after I wrote a movie review and said, “But did you LIKE it?? You wrote an excellent review, but it was so non-emotional I don’t even know what YOU thought of it.” I criticized the poor elements and talked about the good ones, but there was none of “me” there.

I admit, I was a little more emotionally reactive as a child / young teeanger, but Fi still wasn’t running the show. Most Fi-dom children are very sensitive. When asked what I was like, various family members (without consulting one another) have laughed and said, “Your focus was on being a comedian. You wanted to make people laugh. But you were not especially emotional.”

I’m not. It’s true. Sometimes to my own determent.

- ENFP Mod

PS: If you get to the end of this certain you are an NFP, but you don’t know what you do in a situation in order to compare it to Lizzie or Anne’s emotional reactions, congrats: that’s shitastic inferior Si. You are an indecisive Ne-dom.

6

Wes Bentley as Peter Hood in Gone (2012)

@missmoonchilde, if you’re there.

Suggestions for Foreign Language Base Vocabulary

this is all from Polyglot: How I Learn Languages by Kató Lomb. 

Let me include a short list of words you will need if you want to make contact with someone who doesn’t speak your mother tongue:

  • Contact-making words – Hello. Excuse me? Thank you. Please. I’m sorry. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. Good-bye.
  • Ready-made formulas –  I’m from the U.S. I don’t speak… Do you speak…? Please say it again. Slower please. Where is…?
  • Pronouns – I. You. Whose? Mine, yours… Who? What? This, that.
  • Adverbs of place, time, etc. – Here. There. Where? To the right. To the left. Straight on. Already. Yet. Still. Now. When? How many? How much? Many, much, few, little, more.
  • Auxiliary words – Have to, must. May. Can. I’d like… Why? Because…
  • Inflected forms of “to be” and “to have” – [Language dependent]
  • Numbers (and dates)*–  From one till ten, till a hundred. Days of the week, names of the months. Today, tomorrow, etc.
  • Important verbs – Leave. Arrive. Come, go. Start, finish. Eat, drink, look for, find, buy, get on, get off, have, know.
  • Nouns – It is a difficult question as their priority depends on the situation. For a tourist: room, bed, bathroom. In a restaurant: soup, bread, meat, water, beer, pasta. If you have some money for shopping, you don’t have to do anything but point. You will be understood.
  • Adjectives in the positive and comparative degree –  Big, small. Cheap, expensive. Hot, cold. Good, bad.

This list, of course, can be extended and reduced at will. You can also play with it by checking how many forms you can instantly express in their foreign equivalents.

Unfortunately, there are a host of expressions that play a greater role in making you fluent than verbs, nouns, adjectives, and all other “responsible” word-classes. I call them filler words because their common property is that they don’t change the essence of a sentence, they only supplement it. Such filler words are quite, obviously, rather, of course, well, in fact, though, mostly, certainly, instead, a lot, still, anyway, etc. It is not easy to memorize them because there are no objective concepts attached to them, yet I recommend learning them with all my heart.

Since we are discussing filler words, let’s not forget filling clauses, either. These are usually sentence-launching expressions, not even bricks of the building of language but in fact ready-made slabs of it. They can be carried to the spot in prefabricated forms and plastered in immediately. Their great advantage is that they provide transitions between banal discourse and important discourse. In addition, they allow time to recall expressions that have sunk deep into your memory and to strike the tuning fork, which I have mentioned several times.


*originally this category was just “Numbers”, the (and dates) is my addition for clarity 

i find it funny (not) when some people say there’s no reason to be mad because evak were hardly seen this season…. it’s not about how much screen time they get, it’s about how much attention people pay to them instead of sana…. who… is….. the….. main….. or have i missed something?

these are the most popular posts from the MAIN tag…. . out of 10 posts, we have 3 that are sana related, which is, well, a bit odd because, again, she’s this season’s main. 

don’t get me wrong, i absolutely adore evak, they’re the reason i discovered skam (just like many other people), but… this season is about sana. she’s magnificent and all her scenes are beautiful. people should just pay more attention to this amazing girl. 

also, absolutely no hate or whatever to the people making these posts, they are wonderful and the fact that they take time to make these beautiful gifs is great. (as far as i can tell, most of these blogs - if not all of them, i haven’t checked - make sana gifs as well) 

Jumin's Change in Speech - Korean vs. English Comparison

Heeeello there♡

So I decided to answer both of these at the same time because I was going to add the “honey bunny” thing in here anyhow haha.

Lol, I love the first question. Mostly because the answer is, pretty much both of that lolol.

He still uses speech that isn’t necessarily used in contemporary use of the Korean language while still being an uber cheesy and a fluffy donut. I love that about him though haha. So cute and oh so precious haha.

Oh, and before I go on, I want to thank you for enjoying my blog~♡ it is the best thing to say that will boost my confidence and self esteem hehe ^^

Also, I m sorry for the lack of posting these past couple of days…probably over a week. Not even sure at this point =w= I was reaaaaaally busy in Japan, and now I am back in Korea after my quick OT, and will probably return to Japan after this semester ends. Which started like yesterday. So much going on ahhhh!

Enough of my whining. I will go ahead and explain the answer to this question below the cut ^^

Please note that although this is an analysis, there may be opinions that may differ or be consistent with mine! While I can give some sort of Korean background, for debatable topics, I do not represent all of the Korean minds for respective topics. Also, please excuse any errors or let me know if clarifications are needed, for English is not my first language! Thank you and enjoy!

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emerald-ponds  asked:

Excuse me, but do you know where I can find the interview where jungkook is the MC and the question to the members is "who do you think is the sexiest member?" and jungkook and jimin basically make eye contact and when asked to point at that person, they point at each other..? Thank you for taking the time to read this and I really admire your blog 💜💙

Thank you so much, I’m glad you like my blog. 💖 you’re welcome! if you need anything else just ask me I’ll be happy if I can help.

I think it’s this interview.

Day6: When their GF sits on their lap and they get a little excited ;)

Oh gosh! I don’t know why these reactions are taking me so long to write! I’m so sorry this is taking so long! I’ll try to pick up my pace, but there are just those days where I feel bleh and well don’t want to do anything….Anyways, enough with my excuses. I’m so happy that I’ve been getting a lot of Day6 reaction request because they need more love and it’s always to write about them! Here is the request from this lovely patient Nonnie :)

Helloooo! Love your blog btw fr you deserve all the hugs😽😽😽 I was wondering if I(or “we” I should say lol) could get a reaction with Day6 in which the reader is sitting in the members lap and then the boys get a little flustered…? If you know what I mean….

Sungjin

Originally posted by youngk-who

This grandpa bear would love that you wanted to sit on his lap. Low key, he loves cuddling with you, but since he was in the middle of band practice he had to hold his cuddles to himself. A playful little smile would spread on his face as you nestled in his lap as he was tuning his guitar. He would rest his chin on your shoulder, enjoying your warmth as he would playfully tease you about gaining weight. You would playfully wiggle your butt on his lap to show how heavy you were really were. At first he would think that was the cutest little action ever, until he felt the front of his jeans began to tighten. His eyes would go wide, looking to side to side as if to see if he was caught with a boner. He would be mentally praying that you wouldn’t notice long enough for him to calm down. Fortunately and unfortunately for him you were a caring, sweet girlfriend and noticed that his hands had stopped tuning the guitar, causing you to scoot back on his lap, turn around, and ask him what’s wrong.

“Hey why did you stop…*feels something poking your butt*…tuning?”

“I-it’s not what you think Jagi.” *Stare at you wide-eyed

*“Ooooh sooo Mr. Sungjin here doesn’t have an erection? *Smirks*

”*Quickly covers your mouth with his hands* “Shhh! Don’t say it out loud!”

“So you do admit it?” *Wiggles your butt more, grinding against his bulge* Do you?”

“This is revenge about saying you’ve gained weight isn’t it *Slightly glares at you*”

“Maybe~” *Smiles at him innocently*

“*Whispers* Then keep going if you dare, Jagi, cause when we get back home I promise that I’ll have a much more sweeter revenge all night long.

Jae

Originally posted by sora-no-kaji

Master of swag here would definitely tease you when you asked to sit on his lap while the guys were taking a lunch break during practice. He isn’t much of a skinship, touchy feely guy, but when it came to you he made exceptions. But you had to work for it. It wouldn’t be until you pouted and jokingly threatened to sit on Dowoon’s lap instead that he would tug on your arm and pull you on his lap. You would giggle at his actions and simply nuzzle closer to him. All was good and peaceful until he notice a friend down south of him had woken up. He wouldn’t say a word, or acknowledge the boner you caused. Well he would at least try to until he calmed down anyways. He would play it off and act as if nothing had happened as you to munched on chicken wings….that is until you pointed out. You can bet 100% he would pretend keep this act going until you either dropped the subject or his boner went away. Whichever came first.

“Uhhhh Jae? What is poking me?” *Raises an eyebrow*

“It’s nothing, babe. Probably my phone, ya know the smartphones are getting bigger and bigger these days.” *Chuckles and tries to play it off*

“Really now? A phone….on your crotch….” *Smirks*

“Uh….yeah? Don’t judge where I put my phone, girl.” 

“I’m judging that you’re trying to play off your boner as a phone, bae.” *Giggles and teasingly pokes his cheek* 

“I knew me sitting on your lap made you secretly happy. I just didn’t think I made you that happy”

*Whispers* “Keep talking, hun, cause as soon as we get home I’m gonna put my ‘phone’ in your charger slot.” 

*Tries to contains laughter* “Did you just make a dirty line using phones?”

“Yes, and you know you love it.” *Smirks before both of you burst into laughter.

Young K

Originally posted by ijustcantlie

Mr. Why-does-everyone-call-me-Brian would adore you sitting in his lap. It was where you would usually sit any ways, so when you took your rightful place as he was munching on a snack and working on a new song, he paid no mind and hummed as he nuzzled into your neck. You would simply giggle at his actions and run your fingers through his hair as you glanced down at the song he was working on. You loved seeing his work, and his working face. It was always so serious and sexy, but every now and then you would see little flashes of sweet smiles and glee when he worked on a part he really liked. You adored seeing the many faces of Brian Kang, but this time you managed to see a new expression on his face. YoungK’s eyes became as wide as dinner plates when he realized he had gotten a little too excited with you sitting on his lap. It had been a while since the two of you had spent time together with him working on songs for Day6’s monthly comeback. He knew he missed you, but he didn’t think he was that deprived of you. Initially he would be frozen, but then he realized that there was no point of hiding the obvious so he would just go with the flow. 

“Um, so it looks like someone has missed me.” *Giggles as you wrap your arms around his neck*

“I always miss you, Jagi,.” *grins and pecks your cheek* 

“I just rrrreeeeaaaalllllyyyy miss you in my arms,” *Pecks your nose* 

“Hearing your voice” *Pecks your lips* “Hearing you scream my name.”

“Brian!” *Playfully slaps his chest, only causing him to laugh*

“Haha just like that!” *Teasingly pokes your cheek*

“You just won’t let me live will you.” *Sighs*

“I won’t let you walk either once I’m done with you.” *Smirks against your skin as he peppers your neck with kisses*

Wonpil

Originally posted by bryankang

This sweet little ball of fluff would be sooooo overjoyed that you sat on his lap. This cutie obviously loves to cuddle and have skinship so as soon as you sat on his lap during your guys’s lazy day he would wrap you in his arms with a big grin on his face. You were his little ball of sunshine and flowers so he always wanted to have you in his arms. You two would simply look at each other and simply giggle at each other, knowing exactly what was each other’s mind without saying a word. This innocent, precious scene would be broken when Wonpil felt an uninvited guest in his pants. He didn’t think this would happen at all. The two of you were always touchy feely, but the long time away from each other as he worked on Day6’s new songs made him a bit more sensitive than usual. You could tell immediately what had happened by the sight of Wonpil’s bright red cheeks. You would simply giggle at this adorable, slightly odd cutie. He would bury his face into your shoulder, smiling away with embarrassment and blaming his his princess for making him this way.

“Jagi-ah~, it’s your fault. I’m suppose to be a knight in shining armor.”

“Haha is that the concept for today?” *giggles* “My knight in shining armor must miss his princess veeerrryyy much.”

“I miss you all the time.” *looks up at you and grins* “You’re just extra beautiful today so that’s why I got a little..uh…”

“Excited?” *Raises an eyebrow*

“Y-yeah…” *Shy smile*

“Do you want me to help you with that?” *Blushes*

“Yes please….” *Blushes, but still sweetly grins*

Dowoon

Originally posted by wonpilimiri

This adorable, dopey 4D puppy would gladly welcome you with open arms as you snuggled into his lap. He would chuckle as he held you in his arms, the both of you swaying to the beat of Day6’s new songs. The two of you would talk about nothing and everything all at the same time. The other members always wondered how the two of you did that. It was a special skill that only the two of you shared. The conversation would come into a small lull as Dowoon felt his pants suddenly tighten. A flash of confusion would go over his face as to what the heck would cause for his pants to tighten, that is until all the pieces in his brain came together. His mouth would be agape for a moment, causing you to giggle and wonder what was wrong. You realized the problem when you scooted further back into his lap, feeling something to poke your bottom. Your eyes would go wide for a moment as you turned to look at Dowoon whose cheeks were dusted with blush and an awkward lopsided grin was on his face. 

“Um…Dowoonie….is that…” *Raises an eyebrow*

“Uh…yes?” *Tilts his head slightly*

“Are you not sure?” *Giggles*

“I’m sure. I mean I’m pretty sure.” *Grins*

“I’m glad to see that you miss me then.” *chuckles*

“I always 24 hours a day, 400 days a year.” *Snuggles into you*

“Haha Dowoonie, there are only 365 days a year!” *Breaks out into laughter*

“I’m adding 35 more days so that I can miss you more.” *Grins*

“Haha that doesn’t even make sense, but it’s cute,” *pecks his nose* “Well then let me show me how much I miss you.” *Winks*

Thanks for reading! Comments and feedback are much appreciated!

Analyzing the rooftop scene

I couldn’t fit in this particular post everything I want to say about TRF without writing an actual book, so this one is my reading of Sherlock and Moriarty’s psychological state and what happened while they were on the rooftop. Undoubtedly, this meta will need me to write backing metas about more technical things and the role of third parties (including Mycroft and Molly). More details about the backing metas in the end of the post. 

FYI it’s a long post but very simple and full of images and gifs. Well, if it’s too long for you but you’re interested, just read what I say after the last gif. Pretty much explains my interpretation in short. 

Also, if this has been supported before, do excuse me and PLEASE give me link to the OP’s blog! Anyway, let’s go.


Four points I take for granted in this theory:

  • There are no Moriarty identical twins (check this sort of a meta I have already made for this)
  • All three theories in TEH are fake, however there might be hints hidden in the most unexpected of moments.
  • RULE #1: There is absolutely no case Moftisson decided to make Sherlock fall from a rooftop without agreeing first how he achieved it and what exactly had happened before. There is no case they decided to wait two years to find a way to explain it after they already had shown his suicide to us. Narration doesn’t work like this. Neither do worldwide famous TV shows.
  • Since we now accept that Moftisson knew from the beginning what exactly happened with Sherlock and the three theories were fake, then the most important question is NOTHow did Sherlock fake his death?”. The most important question is “WHY DID SHERLOCK LIE?”. Think about it. Moftisson know what happened, they could have given us the answer. And if the answer is that Molly, Mycroft and 25 tramps helped Sherlock in his plan, then……….. why did Sherlock lie in the first place? I repeat, if Molly and Mycroft truly helped Sherlock fake his death, then why Sherlock considered it critical to hide how he did it and alternate the technical parts of the story?! 

Possible answer: Because

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anonymous asked:

the fact that the parks and recs quote about alex hating most things but not hating laurens wasn't even that far off from an actual quote....

you know, you are 100% correct. 

“You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent of the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.” -alex hamilton, in an April 1779 letter to john laurens (chernow pg. 123)

hamilspeak for “i hate most things but i never seem to hate you”

i can’t even make this stuff up, man. goddamn. lams is the realest. 

So I’m gonna reply to this now because I rarely check this tumblr, so yeah.

@jack-delmar I didn’t just get so mad that I “dedicated a whole tumblr” to drag your ass. This is bigger than you. I don’t even know you. One of the many features on tumblr, whether you like it or not, is the ability to grab the username of a deactivated blog. You previous handle was deactivated. So I took it. Simple as that.

1, Yes. I’m not a follower. I never was and I never will be. Wow, it’s so great that you love Legend of Korra and Brokeback Mountain and Tokyo Ghoul (Attack on Titan is nothing but weirdass propaganda written by a Nazi fangirl but that’s a topic for another time). Wow, your profile is of an interracial black and white couple. How fucking progressive. I never bothered to go on your blog considering your blog was deactivated when I first came upon the infamous post lmao. It would’ve been near impossible for me to learn any of the above about you considering that blog was no longer around. I made my assesment of you based on what was available. And what was available wasn’t exactly flattering lol.

2, I called you straight because how in hell was I supposed to know you weren’t? Again, your blog was gone. The post you left was actively derailing a post about gay positivity. Quite frankly, the only people who ever derail positivity posts for gay people are, SURPRISE, not gay. I’m not going to apologize for my assumption. Congrats on not being straight, I guess.

3, Bitch, I call everyone a Bitch. I call myself a Bitch. I call my close friends Bitches. It isn’t personal lmao.

4, Okay, so this claim bothers me So Fucking Much. This wasn’t spurred by your post and Only your post. This wasn’t something I felt so strongly about because of what you stupidly said. This was based off of Years and Years of people saying the exact same bullshit you did about why they couldn’t add diversity to their writings. I’m not saying that I can’t relate to white characters, I’m not saying that at all. There are so many white characters that I held near and dear during my formative years. There are white characters that I’ll defend until my throat becomes sore. There are white characters that I absolutely adore. That Being Said, I have always wanted characters like Myself and My friends and My family. I’ve always wanted characters like me that weren’t tokens and weren’t killed off and didn’t lack depth and development. It doesn’t matter how much I love the countless white characters that I do, I will always want more characters like me. And having people like you say shit like “I came to the realization that the story didn’t need to have lgbt characters or poc characters to be a good story” because, Apparently!, the sexuality and race of characters are either so difficult to write or takes too much of the story away, it makes me absolutely disgusted. I didn’t spend time doing this because I dislike you personally. Don’t act so full of yourself. I did this because I see excuses like yours All The Damn Time and it makes me furious. And, I don’t know why you think I spend all my time on here. I have, like, my own blog and I do other things. I have time management so I only ever come to this blog when I have time to do so. I have, like, a life and shit. This is the Internet and I can do whatever the fuck I want to on it lmaooo

Now, onto your bs “clarifications”

1, How in the hell is making characters gay, trans, or poc “a calculated move only done to make people happy”? Why is this bad? If not gay, trans, or poc, then what would you rather have the characters be like? You said yourself that “a story isn’t about [the character’s] sexual preference or color, it’s about who they are inside”. You inadvertently segwayed your way into saying that a character’s sexuality and race doesn’t matter. If it doesn’t matter, why is it a bad thing to make them different sexualities and races if it’s about “who they are inside”? If all that shit doesn’t matter, then why does it fucking matter to you in particular?

2, Hurr durr, I’m not racist, I’ve “had characters that I originally envisioned as white later being envisioned as Asian or black”. …ok? Why do you feel like there’s some sexuality and poc quota to reach when writing your stories? What strict calculation? You already said that a character isn’t necessarily just about their sexuality or race, so why the whole “don’t-force-your-characters-to-be-something-their-not” shtick? Why even envision a character as white to begin with? Don’t you think that it’d be infinitely more simple to just envision a character without thinking of their race or sexuality because you’re just writing a person? A person isn’t necessarily their race or sexuality, stereotypes be damned. Like, I don’t understand your issue.

3, Again, you were deactivated. Wow, you ship all those people. That’s awesome. I called you a homophobe because you derailed a post about gay positivity for absolutely no reason. Hell, OP wasn’t even talking about stories or diversity or any of that shit. All they said was “Everything’s so much better when it’s gay”. And in a world where identifying anywhere on the LGBT spectrum is seen as grounds for violence by a large amount of people, it’s an extremely disgusting thing for you to do to just take that harmless and positive and uplifting post and just say “No it’s not.” That was insensitive, rude, and totally uncalled for. You want to gripe about how much diversity is stupid, make your own fucking post. So yeah, I called you a homophobe. Based on the evidence I was given, you can’t expect me to just discover your entire life story and roll with it lmaooo

4, Blah blah, I’m not racist, “I’m all for representation”. Ok, fine. Say what you will, but your words actually spoke louder than your actions this time around. You can’t possibly read what you previously wrote and expect people to just be like, “Oh you’ve written so many diverse characters, I get what you mean in every sense of the! Kumbaya!!” More than 61,000 people saw you cover your oh-so-eloquent opinion in only 15 sentences. And they weren’t even a well-written 15 sentences lol

Get your head out of your ass. I don’t hate you. I don’t care enough about you to hate you. I hate the mindset people like you have. I hate that people will shit out excuse after excuse about why they don’t need to entertain the very idea of diversity into their writings. Ok, so you write diverse characters. Brilliant. It isn’t my job to understand everything about you and what you ship. I saw what I saw and I made my judgements based on that. Stop victimizing yourself. I didn’t try to hurt you. Like I’ve said countless times before, I don’t even know you. I didn’t take your blog in order to sway others to hate you. Like I said, I don’t care enough. I took your blog so when people clicked on it, they would see what I had to say. It’s that simple. Yeah, some people attempt to call me out. However, I’ve received countless messages from other people on tumblr thanking me for saying what I said. And that means more to me than what you said and what those people who tried to call me out said. If you’re bothered by me personally referencing you by saying “the past owner of this blog” (and other various iterations of that phrase), do yourself a solid and shine your eyes. Don’t try to play the victim here. It’s senseless and immature. I don’t know you. I don’t care about you. I don’t appreciate what you had to say and I dislike how you said it. I didn’t take this blog to target you personally. You’re not important to me. Taking this blog wasn’t about you. It’s about more than you. Grow up.

I don’t give a single shit if you forgive me. I could care less.

Anyway, that’s all I had to say soooo bloop!!!