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My Idol 2: Part Ten

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My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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jojojooo33  asked:

What do you think would happen if Zim was completely isolated for a very extended period of time?

Oh I think he would definitely invent friends for himself. With greater or lesser levels of sophistication in design depending on what materials he had to hand. Full-on robots if possible, random stuff piled vaguely to look like figures if not. If he really didn’t have anything available to physically build some friends with, he’d just make some up in his head. Things to talk to. To explain things to. To yell at. To blame for the situation and any setbacks to getting out of it, for sure.

He may or may not call them his friends. Minions, associates, sidekicks, definitely. But whatever he’d call them, I do think he’d have them.

On the other hand, whenever he got out of the isolated situation he’d probably be pretty flippant about leaving his junk pals behind. He probably also wouldn’t mind much (after maybe some initial frustrated screaming at their “failure”) if they were destroyed during escape attempts. But during the isolation, right there in the moment? They’re the only ones he can talk to. Y’know?

anonymous asked:

hello i hear when they come back in jan, they will reveal who is in the suitcase? who do you think it is?

Hi anon.  I imagine they will, but I doubt it will be in January.      I just made a series of 19 posts with  a reasoned  explanation of who it is, leaving the conclusion out.  

My conclusion, by the way, which might be right or wrong.   See a map of the post series  here.

The suitcase occupant is nobody Red cared about. Let me qualify this to say Red did not care about this person, feeling perhaps that he had been betrayed.

He calls the suitcase the damn suitcase and sits on it. It was an adult, compare the spine bones to Tom’s  hands, but the suitcase is that of a child. 

Kate thinks Katarina would not have approved of Kate’s digging it and/or giving it to Liz.  The bones remained in the elements for a extended period of time, degrading the DNA.  

Kate thinks the suitcase relates to the reason Red came into Liz’s life. Kate did not know the DNA test would show Red to be Liz’s father.

Likely the suitcase tag (or at least the part with her name/last name) was written  after Liz married Tom, in 2011. Likely the time when the suitcase was buried.

I do not believe it is Katarina.  Red was devastated when he found out about her walking into the ocean.  That impassioned speech about suicide was not that of a man who would then kill her, or find her remains and stuff them in a suitcase aided by Kate.  The suitcase, buried in an apple farm under a tree with a carving relates directly to the drawing seen in the fire.  The suitcase was buried there because of the carving, not the other way around. So the man in the drawing is the man in the suitcase.

I think we have seen the occupant of the suitcase before.   He was seen leaving the fire, between a man dressed in plaid and a taller, blond man dressed in black. He is the man who took Liz out of the closet, guided her through the flames, stopped to shoot Red, was thwarted by Liz’s bringing her arm down, and left her to die, closing the door behind him.   One of Liz’s “fathers”. To me the only other option is that he is the tall blond man.  

The identity meant nothing to Pete, who had the following information as it was public information: Agent Elizabeth Keen is also known as Masha Rostova, daughter of known Russian cold war spy Katarina Rostova, who was associated during her time as a fugitive with Raymond Reddington.  Elizabeth Keen was also the name on the suitcase tag. 

It meant something to Nik, enough to make him read the whole computer screen, eyes widening a little.  Nik had the additional information that Liz is Red’s daughter and Tom’s wife. He also knew that Tom had been admitted to the emergency room with bullet wounds and was questioned as a suspect in the diamond heist. Nik also knew that Liz’s middle name is Scott.  Nik probably knows that Reddington is a FBI informant, since the FBI escorted Red and his medical team to Sibley Memorial in 2.20  under the direct supervision of Assistant Director Cooper.

The only additional information Tom had was that he is really Christopher Hargrave, son of Howard Hargrave and Susan Scott Hargrave.  Tom could have known that Carla Reddington was  relocated by Reddington and that Jennifer Reddignton’s whereabouts are unknown as those are things he and Liz would likely have talked about.  It is not certain though.

CODIS has information regarding either DNA found at crimes scenes suspected of being that of unidentified victims or suspects. It also has the DNA of arrested people if that State allows it. And it has the DNA of  relatives of missing persons with the familial connections for identification.

Tom’s advantage plus the information in the CODIS system of ID allows him to spend some seconds making connections, then conclude that he knows it all. So it is not just a name, it is connections that must be followed. 

His immediate reaction is to call Liz to tell her, so likely not something he feels endangers Liz or Agnes or gives her unhappiness.  He also does not react to Red in a different way, as in wondering who is he really., when Red calls him, but something momentous enough that he feels he must tell Liz alone.

Garvey, on the other hand is unconcerned with  the names Agent Elizabeth Keen, Masha Rostova, Katarina Rostova or Tom Keen. So this is not related to Katarina Rostova, at least under that name, or to Tom or Liz under the names he knows.  He wants the suitcase to control Red’s power, which considering he is almost broke and without connections is not about that.

One thing that could give Red power is that far from him being the FBI’s most wanted he is actually being protected by someone in there or even higher up the food chain.  Possibly in the way of assigning to the original Reddington’s Task Force the poster boys of “by-the-book”, if Agent Ressler is anything to go by, and by asking Agent Gale to “step out”. Agent Gale was actually quite capable of putting himself in Red’s mind, thus capable of actually catching Red, while a by the book mindset made them predictable as Red has said many times of Agent Ressler and Assistant Director Cooper. This would destroy Red’s criminal credibility, and expose him to really dangerous elements, as well as forcing the FBI or wherever Red’s protection is coming from to issue a burn notice and disavow him. I direct your attention to the peculiar actions of deceased Assistant Director of National Security Alan Fitch  when he arranges for transporting Red in 1.21/1.22 and the things he tells Red but not Cooper, whom he clearly knows, followed by Red’s immediate actions upon escaping.

I reject claims that Red is a post 1990 or even post 1987 imposter.  Too many people know him, including Dom who knows him as Liz’s father. Including  Alexander Kirk who knows him as Raymond and as a man who seduced his wife and whom he suspected of being his daughter’s biological father.  So If Reddington is not his original name, to me it is the name he has been using since he went in the Naval Academy in 1977. I do not discard at all that his original name is different.  Never did.

Red tells Dembe that he does not know why he cannot tell Liz everything.  Since she knows he is her father, that is not the secret. So what remains as a secret?  Who was her mother real name and his real relationship to him. The existence of Dom and whatever other relatives there may be in their family.

But Dembe also tells Red that Red is lying to Tom and to Liz. That no peace can be had until he stops lying to both of them, Tom and Liz  Since Dembe had not been privy to Red’s and Tom’s conversation while he was bandaging him, or Red’s comments to him in the truck, or in the Keens’s apartment, his comment relates to something he said while in the car, when he was filling the car with gas, or in general to a secret Red is keeping from Tom.

Tom asked in the car who was in the suitcase and asked him to stop the “hate the son in law thing” and move on and be honest with him by telling him who it is, since he had already acknowledge that all that Tom had done he had done thinking he was serving Liz’s best interests. Tom had already acted as a son in law helping Red rebuild. Even in the past he had worked with him, even stayed and defended him in 1.20 because he was important to Liz.

Red’s answer to that request of honesty, which was actually Tom offer that if he told him, he could make an informed decision if this secret was best kept from Liz.  If it would bring Liz happiness and/or closure or the opposite as Red claims, was to tell Tom that the reason Tom was alive was because he made Liz happy. and that Red was powerless against that happiness, and that was the reason Tom was alive.

So Dembe’s comment was about that answer and/or Red not telling Tom about the suitcase occupant, or the occupant and the answer about why Tom is protected are related.  The reason why Red does not kill Tom, and the suitcase, and its identity in relationship to him and/or Liz.

Dembe asked Red why he could not be honest with Liz, to which Red replied he did not know.  This means his reason(s) are not mired in logic or facts or danger, but are of an emotional nature. Fear, shame, etc.

Dembe comment about Liz never be ready to learn what Red did to Katarina relates to what Liz finds forgivable and unforgivable.  About Liz finding out Red is her father and far from walking away she embraced him as family. The suitcase, as least to me, relates only tangentially to it.

Now put it together yourself. You have all relevant facts.  I have detailed and organized them in a series of 19 posts, and summarized them here in this answer. I am only keeping 2 little things which are not necessary to this part of the puzzle.  

What people think witchcraft is:

Serious rituals, cloaks, incantations in weird languages, meditation over candle light, cursing people all the time, gazing into a crystal ball and seeing the future, lots of old books with confusing spells and rituals, believing in superstitions, serious tarot sessions


What it actually is:

Shove the shit in the jar, burn the paper, 7 different notebooks as your grimoire w/ notes that you can’t make sense of anymore, staring at the moon for a weirdly extended period of time, shove more shit in the jars, pull a random tarot card & ignore it if it calls you out (bad idea btw), scribble sigils on literally everything, forgetting to put your crystals in the full moon & yelling about it, making yourself tea & pretending to contemplate life when ur actually just thinking about dogs

Aries: Personal planets heavily influence how the Aries energy is expressed in my experience. Some may be introverted, quiet, hardworking and passive whereas others are aggressive, confrontational and loud. Protective of their family and close friends. Will avoid crying in public at all costs. Works hard to maintain an intimidating or “strong” image; they do not want to be considered as weak or emotional. Most Aries tend to have some sort of superiority complex and often look down on their peers. Often make snide remarks.

Taurus: Extremely private people. They’re more than happy to listen to you vent about your problems but will rarely open up completely about theirs. Experts at befriending a plethora of people whilst remaining relatively mysterious. Self-serving. Tends to have a lot of pent-up emotion; whether that be good or bad. Taureans have trouble letting go of failures or mistakes. Highly driven individuals that give in too easily to procrastination and laziness. 

Gemini: Generally able to get along with a wide range of people. This is due to their ability to adapt to their surroundings. May struggle in life with finding somebody who truly understands them due to this. Can be extremely philosophical people. Very intelligent but tend to stretch themselves too thin in regards to the number of interests they have; Gemini’s have trouble allocating 100% attention to 1 thing. Strong desire to be surrounded by people. Most begin to feel restless and agitated if they’re unable to be productive or useful for extended periods of time. 

Cancer: Extremely strong exterior. May only cry or show weakness around close friends and family. Prone to feelings of guilt and shame. In tune with their emotions and thus able to control them very well. Tend to have a somewhat calm and aloof demeanor to them. Can be loud and obnoxious. May use their shortcomings as an excuse to treat others poorly. Intuitive and is able to recognize what people need emotionally. Nurturing and somewhat of a parental figure to those closest to them. 

Leo: Leo’s hold loyalty to an extremely high standard. Have a tendency to walk over those they consider “weak” or befriend and rely on those that are “strong”. Opinionated. High achievers and will always strive to be #1. Extremely competitive in regards to matters they are passionate about. Ambitious and intelligent. May encounter many conflicts in their life due to their personality. Very proud and self-confident individuals; this tends to rub people the wrong way. Can be generous and sacrificial to their loved ones.

Virgo: Most likely to possess a superiority complex; tend to think those around them are incompetent. Strives to be useful to others or feels the best about themselves when they’re helping others. Rarely raises their voice in arguments. Dignified and elegant. Can be extremely condescending. Most often attracted to a clean and crisp type of aesthetic. Relatively formal and businesslike in social interactions; may find it difficult to form meaningful and long-term bonds because of this. Has a tendency to jump to conclusions due to the fact that they overanalyze and think about every minuscule detail. Where 1 aspect of their life is extremely organized, 5 other aspects are chaotic. May become easily overwhelmed by stress or negative emotions such as sadness or anger.

Libra: Extremely charismatic people. Know exactly how to use words to favor themselves. Have a tendency to hold onto emotions and victimize themselves. Often hold pity-parties for themselves and complain about their shortcomings. Can be shallow. Have a great appreciation for beauty. Romantic relationships are generally of great importance to a Libra. Have an inability to gauge the responses of those around them and act according; never know when to shut up. Fairness, justice, and equality are held in high-esteem and will feel exceedingly slighted if they experience some sort of unfairness (more than others). Absolutely detest arguing and want their relations to be civil at all times; may find themselves being walked over by stronger personalities as a result. Due to their intensely conflict-adverse nature, they have the capacity to become passive aggressive or manipulative.

Scorpio: Not nearly as scary or intimidating as some may think. They are however intense in romantic relationships; they want to know everything about you and your past, for you to open up completely to them. Relatively private and secretive. Judgemental. Rather empathetic and painfully emotional individuals underneath. The type to fall hard and quick for somebody. Struggles to accept reality. Gets caught up in their thoughts and convinces themselves that a situation is something that it isn’t. Will always struggle with cutting ties with people; would rather gradually distance themselves from the person than talking about it. 

Sagittarius: Always wanting something more. Very blunt and straightforward people. Strong presence and personality. Intimidating to those who have a “softer” personality. Tend to get along with the opposite gender extremely well. Has strong opinions and is not opposed to sharing them. Very persuasive. Able to maintain a conversation effortlessly. Intelligent and have a great ability to think outside of the box. 

Capricorn: Will always have their own self-interests in mind; selfish. Has high standards of what they expect and can be extremely stubborn. Cannot stand wasting their time. Has a great sense of timing and knows exactly when and when not to say or do something. Patient. Not the most physically affectionate person. May struggle to understand the emotions of others. Much prefer to keep to themselves but have no issue in socializing. Strong opinions. Motivated and knows what to do to achieve their goals. Despises feeling unproductive or lazy and will experience extreme bouts guilt and shame if they become sedentary. 

Aquarius: God-complex. Aren’t afraid to speak their mind. Brutally honest. They will make it abundantly clear when they do not like you. Able to hold an objective opinion on most things. Rarely invest themselves into relationships. May have more acquaintances than close friends. Either a social butterfly or social recluse. Needs social interactions to feel energized. Original and unique; they take pride in this. Will seldom follow trends. Very blunt, detached and aloof. Rarely makes a scene.

Pisces: Have a tendency to soak up the personalities and emotions of those around them due to their empathetic and emotional nature; difficult to describe their true personality or “put into a box” because of this. Have an innate desire to be liked and accepted by their peers. Easily influenced, persuaded or convinced and may be prone to substance abuse due to this. Can be very soft and loving individuals. Value friendships immensely. May find themselves being taken advantage of frequently. Extremely intuitive and perceptive. May appear shy and timid but are generally the polar opposite around those they are comfortable with.

Concerning Shinsou Hitoshi’s Quirk

Was saving this (still using this) theory for a fanfiction, but it serves as a good canon theory fodder too – and I’ve already lagged behind in updates and it’s not fair to hold the theory off too long. I am of the belief that there is more to Shinsou Hitoshi’s quirk - or, that it has been misdiagnosed. So, let’s go through this logically!


What We Know

Shinsou has a tired demeanor, which may or may not be related to his quirk. Hooded eyelids, eye-bags, mild slouch, some sluggishness … this could simply be a character design, but considering he’s one of the few with eye-bags, it’s more likely to be quirk-related.

He needs a verbal response to his own provocations for his quirk to function.

He can do it for a relatively extended period of time. At least for ten minutes at a time - enough to last the Calvary battle, and to multiple individuals - as seen in both the race and the Calvary battle:

He can manipulate one’s actions but not one’s words, and their actions are sluggish and fairly simple. He also seems to have to keep his commands simple and short. It’s something relatively noticeable whenever he implements his quirk, this his commands are never extremely difficult to follow:

A punch or some external force can actively knock someone out of his quirks’ control. And, some people do remember what is going on while under the control, whereas others do not. For example, Ojirou did not remember until he was disturbed:

But it becomes clear that Izuku does remember what happened before an external force was used on him. Otherwise he would have no memory of the vision of previous OfA users. This could be the influence of OfA as a quirk itself, but it does not have to be.


What It Boils Down To

  1. Shinsou has a tired demeanor, which may or may not be related to his quirk.
  2. He needs a verbal response to his own provocations for his quirk to function.
  3. He can manipulate one’s actions but not one’s words, and their actions are sluggish and fairly simple.
  4. He can do it for a relatively extended period of time and for more than one command, but he has to keep his commands simple and short.
  5. A punch or some external force can actively knock someone out of his quirks’ control.
  6. Some people do remember what is going on while under the control.


What Makes Sense

That which is above does not add up to brainwashing. Brainwashing is, by definition:

“[to] make (someone) adopt radically different beliefs by using systematic and often forcible pressure”

Brainwashing would imply that the commands would have greater permanence or be effective beyond the immediate control. It comes with greater complexities, and longer-lasting effects.

Common steps in brainwashing, as noted by psychologist Robert Jay Lifton, include:

  • assault on identity
  • guilt
  • self-betrayal
  • breaking point
  • leniency
  • compulsion to confess
  • channeling of guilt
  • releasing of guilt
  • progress and harmony
  • final confession and rebirth

But Hitoshi has implemented none of these steps against any individuals: brainwashing is a more conscious ordeal than an unconscious one.

Logically, it means that his quirk is not brainwashing. Instead, it is closer to sleepwalking because of its unconscious and impermanent nature.

Or, at least, the ability to cause others to sleepwalk. So, let’s talk sleepwalking, which is by definition:

“walk around and sometimes perform other actions while asleep”

Hitoshi victims perform simple tasks while under his control, lacking verbal response and permanence in the thereafter of his control. The above shows Izuku walking because of a particular command, but the logic behind this is not not just because that the command was to turn around and walk out-of-bounds. It’s that everything Hitoshi does in utilizing his quirk matches the symptoms of sleepwalking, which include:

  • get out of bed and walk around

Hitoshi’s victims can walk around, though it is a slow crawl / mechanical set of movements.

  • have a glazed, glassy-eyed expression

Izuku is not the only character to have had the glossy-eyed look when under Shinsou Hitoshi’s control.

  • not respond or communicate with others
  • be difficult to wake up during an episode
  • be disoriented or confused for a short time after being awakened
  • not remembering the episode in the morning

The four points above explain the effects that all of his victims have had in some form or another. None of his victims have been able to communicate or easily wake themselves from an episode, and anyone who has sleepwalked usually needs a punch or hit of some kind to snap out of it. Sleepwalking (and its sibling, sleeptalking) is simple-task-based, and sleeptalking is rarely more than five words strung together. Hitoshi likely cannot give complex (or too many) commands to someone, and his victims likely cannot perform complex tasks. In essence, he is using sleeptalking to control someone’s sleepwalking, the “sleeptalking” being his quirks’ way of getting in control over someone’s actions.

Hitoshi loses all control and influence when the dreaming / sleepwalking ends; if it was brainwashing, Izuku would have continued to walk out-of-bounds even after regaining control.

Extremely few are able to remember what happens during sleepwalking, but active dreamers are more likely to remember sleepwalking. Considering Izuku’s imagination and innovative skills, I would not be surprised if he is an active-dreamer, in which he has some control over his dreams and sleepwalking decisions. This explains why he remembers it from the moment he went under, and remembers it even after coming out (the vision) while Ojirou could only remember what came after being bumped by another team (and not during). Also note the use of colors during the animated sequence, which tend to match the way our brains work during dreams and in storing memories: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVSjXooP7D4

  • have problems functioning during the day because of disturbed sleep
  • have sleep terrors in addition to sleepwalking

These two points above are likely the blow-back Hitoshi faces for using his quirk: his tired demeanor, the eye-bags, and abrasive attitude are all good indications of poor sleeping habits. Sleepwalking also occurs during the REM sleep stages, which is the level of sleep needed to feel well-rested (and Hitoshi does not look well-rested): this may also explain his absurd time limits in controlling people, for at least ten minutes and on multiple individuals, because REM sleep cycles last for 90 - 100 minutes at a time. This could be the maximum he can do on any one individual at a time, or at least the maximum time he can divide up among those he does have under his control.


The Plot-Contributing Point of it Being Sleepwalking?

By and large psychological. If you believed your quirk was brainwashing for most of your life, you likely would not have tested it to any extent. Certainly not to an extent where you figure out the confines of your quirks’ abilities are closer to something else. It would provide immense relief for Shinsou Hitoshi to learn that his quirk isn’t as mind-altering as originally interpreted to be, and likely serve as an opening for him to become a better hero.


Further Evidence

Can I just add in the soundtrack from the anime for a passing moment? When I first heard this, my instinct wasn’t that it was brainwashing. The use of lullabies and scattered voices, creepy as they are, alludes to sleep-related themes.

Would love to hear more thoughts on this!

ANOTHER LOVING PSA TO ALL YOU TWEAKERS, JUNKIES AND ADDICTS FROM YOUR FAVORITE FELLOW TWEAKER...

**FIRST AND MOST IMPORTANTLY**

  • “THERE’S NOTHING SLOWER THAN A TWEAKER IN A HURRY” MOTHERFUCKER, KEEP TRACK OF THE TIME OR USE A REMINDER OR DOZENS OF ALARMS. NOBODY LIKES WAITING FOR 5 HOURS FOR YOU WHEN YOU SAID YOU’D BE THERE IN 10 MINUTES. IF YOU CATCH YOURSELF FLAILING AND TRYING TO DO 10 THINGS AT ONCE, STAND UP, FOCUS AND GATHER YOURSELF AND GET YOUR ASS MOVING. THIS IS MY BIGGEST PEEVE. BE FUCKING CONSIDERATE. I WANT MY DRUGS IN A TIMELY FUCKING FASHION. I HAVE PLACES TO BE AND A JOB TO WORK AT.


  • ARE THE FEDS AT YOUR DOOR? NO, YOU TWACKED OUT MOTHERFUCKER. THEY ARE NOT AT YOUR DOOR. DON’T BE A PARANOID FLOYD OR FANNIE AND RUIN EVERYBODY’S HIGH BECAUSE YOU GOT TOO HIGH AND THINK THE FEDS ARE GONNA GET YOU. YOUR FRIENDS MAY JUST BEAT THE TWEAK OUTTA YOU.


  • IF YOU’RE A NEWBIE, WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT BURN THE FUCKING PIPE, TIP OVER THE PIPE WITH FRESHLY POURED METH, SET YOUR PIPE ON YOUR BAG OR JUST SPILL THE BAG IN GENERAL. THIS IS A SURE WAY TO DIE A TWEAKER DEATH AND GET KICKED OUT.


  • YES, YOU SELFISH SAVAGE, YOU MOST CERTAINLY DID GET A BIGASS HIT. DONT YOU DARE SAY YOU DIDNT. WE JUST SAW YOU SMOKE HALF THE BOWL.


  • HEY ASSFACES, YOU HEAR YOUR STOMACH GROWLING? IT’S TELLING YOU TO EAT SOME FOOD SINCE YOU’VE FORGOTTEN TO SHOVE TASTY THINGS IN YOUR MOUTH FOR 5 DAYS. YOU’LL BE ABLE TO POOP TOO FINALLY.


  • OH, YOU KEEP COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW YOU CANT PISS? GET A MOTHER FUCKIN GALLON OF WATER AND DRINK IT. ACTUALLY. MAKE IT 3 GALLONS SINCE YOU WANT TO THINK YOU’RE PART CAMEL. ALSO, KEEP A CUP NEXT TO YOU SO YOU CAN SWISH WATER AROUND YOUR MOUTH TO GET THAT LAST LAYER OF METH OFF.


  • “nobody even knows or notices!” HEY YOU DOOFUS, YES THEY DO. THEY CAN TELL. YOU PROBABLY SMELL LIKE A HOOKER’S OVERUSED VAGINA FROM NOT SHOWERING FOR A WEEK. THE FUCK, BRO?


  • YOU REALLY JUST SKIPPED WORK BECAUSE YOU GOT HIGH AND FORGOT YOU HAD TO WORK 3 HOURS LATER? UH HELLO A JOB IS IMPORTANT AND YOUR BOSS PROBABLY WONT FIRE YOU IF YOU AT LEAST SHOW UP.


  • HAVING A PLACE TO LIVE IS REALLY IMPORTANT. PAY YOUR FUCKING RENT, YOU FOOL, WITH THAT FULL TIME JOB YOU KEEP FORGETTING TO GO TO.


  • ARE PEOPLE SHOCKED THAT YOU FINALLY EMERGED AND CAME OUTSIDE AFTER ABOUT 3 WEEKS OF BEING M.I.A? HEY, YOU NEED SOME FRESH AIR AND TO BE PART OF OUTSIDE WORLD AND HANG OUT WITH YOUR FAMILY.


  • YOU’VE BEEN GETTING HIGH FOR THE LAST 6 DAYS BUT YOU CANT SEEM TO GET ANY HIGHER? HELLO, DING DONG, THAT’S YOUR TOLERANCE TELLING YOU TO TAKE A BREAK FOR A DAY. LET IT DROP LONG ENOUGH FOR THE NEXT TIME YOU GET HIGH, YOU ACTUALLY GET HIGH. YOU’RE JUST WASTING YOUR PRODUCT, KIDDO.


  • HAVENT HEARD A PEEP OUT OF YOUR PET OR YOUR CHILD? THAT’S PROBABLY BECAUSE THEY’RE FUCKING DEAD DUE TO LACK OF FOOD. DONT BE AN ASSHOLE AND FORGET ABOUT YOUR ADORABLE ANIMALS AND YOUR CHILD(REN). THEY NEED YOU. THEY LOVE YOU. TINA DOESNT LOVE YOU.


  • REMEMBER TO TEXT PEOPLE BACK. DONT FUCKING GO GHOST FOR 3 DAYS BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO HIGH AND DISTRACTED. PEOPLE WORRY AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOURSELF, YOU SELFISH FUCKFACE.


  • YOUR PLACE LOOKS LIKE A TORNADO, TSUNAMI, HURRICANE AND NATURAL DISASTER HAPPENED? DONT FORGET TO CLEAN YOUR PLACE AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. HELLOOOO.


  • IF YOU’VE BEEN SOBER FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME DUE TO JAIL OR RECOVERY, BE SMART. YOUR BODY CANNOT HANDLE THE SAME AMOUNT YOU WERE DOING BEFORE YOU SOBERED UP. YOUR TOLERANCE LITERALLY DOESNT EXIST SO YOU’LL PROBABLY END UP OVERDOSING AND BEING DEAD. LIKE PLEASE DONT DO AN ENTIRE GRAM SHOT AT ONCE IF YOU’VE BEEN SOBER FOR LIKE A YEAR. T H I N K.


  • GET OFF THE FUCKING FLOOR. YOU’VE BEEN CARPET SURFING FOR 5 HOURS. THERE’S NOTHING ELSE THERE. GET THE FUCK UP.

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, SET A BUNCH OF REMINDERS IN YOUR PHONE SO YOU DONT FORGET TO DO THESE THINGS.

happy tweaking :)

4

I’m very convinced that my apartment complex is a liminal space or some sort of place you’d hear about in welcome to nightvale

I’ve lived here twice now, the first time I couldn’t wait to get out, but the longer I was away the more I missed it, now here I am and I can’t imagine that anywhere else outside of this place exists or why I would ever want to leave

when I walk at night, sometimes to pick up the mail, it’s completely silent except for the pool filter running that I can somehow hear no matter how far I am away from it

the coke machine by the pool always says it’s out of stock but if you feed it coins, not what’s stickered on the options, just feed it coins until it’s satisfied you’ll get a NuGrape and never any other flavor of soda even though NuGrape isn’t a flavor option

the snack machine is always empty and there’s a colony of moths that live in it

at night there’s always a lit cigarette in the ash tray on one of the patio tables by the pool, the pool is still and the surface of the water is like glass and even though it’s clean and perfect you can’t see the bottom 

the dog park is sort of there, on a good day you’re welcome, on other days you can sort of see it out of the corner of your eye but when you look straight at it, it’s not there. when you look away you see the shine of a chain link fence and a small white dog with his owner, but only for a brief moment

staying in the dog park for an extended period of time, if you manage to get into it, makes you feel sort of like you took a lot of xanax, suddenly everything is warm and fuzzy and you’re so calm and oh wow the wooden bench feels so good and comfortable and the sun is pleasant on your skin even in the 96 degree Mississippi summer, then you wake up and it’s almost dark and your skin is buzzing and you’ve slept through the day so you go back inside and drink a cold glass of sweet tea and try not to think about it

the mailboxes are in front of the main office, the little rectangular area is covered in faded astro turf and reaching into your tiny mailbox feels sort of like reaching into a void, you’re never really sure what you’re going to pull out but there’s a trash can especially for junk mail next to it that’s always full and sometimes you can get coupons out of it but they’re always just a day away from expiring

the apartment next to my first is never inhabited longer than the minimum 6 month lease, I called the police on the old man there because one day I didn’t hear his TV and his little dog never stopped barking and there was this smell seeping through our walls and he had passed away in his recliner but no one can stand to live there and the apartment is always being moved in and out of

the baseball field across the road, just in front of my balcony, sometimes around midnight when I’m sitting outside restless drinking a sweet wine and pruning my pepper plants, the field lights kick on and they’re brighter than the sun and they startle me but there’s no one on the field, it’s a school night, nobody could possibly be at the school and after only a few minutes they cut off and the world is much darker and I have to go inside because I can’t see without the porch light on

there was a murder just a couple weeks ago, near the front of the complexes but somehow no one heard the shotgun go off and the police never explained the situation, the apartment was almost immediately back up for rent and no one but the old lady in the townhouse behind my apartment ever spoke about it

the old lady who knew about the murder is my friend, sometimes we sit outside and talk and listen to the cicadas while she smokes and walks her dogs, all her dogs are blind and old but somehow they know me and even from my balcony they smell me and bark until I come down to pet them, why she’s out at 1am I’m not sure but I only ever see her raking up pine straw and walking her dogs and she’s always making sure I’m safe in storms, I don’t even know her name

the soft sea-green colored laundromat has no clocks and only one barred window, the magazines are years old and there’s a copy of a book about WWII that seems to have appeared out of nowhere over the past couple of weeks. there’s no concept of time, the color of the walls reminds you of the beach and it feels like 1992 and even though there’s nobody ever in the laundromat there’s always wet clothes in the washers and only 2 open on the far side near a broken water cooler and a ponytail palm tree that hasn’t moved or been watered in years, the only dryer that really dries your clothes is old and marked 1984 and smells like propane. if you encounter anyone in the laundromat you may pass completely through them; they can’t see you, you try to greet them but when you expect to bump into them in the close quarters you feel as if you’ve passed through a wall of static and your body buzzes and they go about their business as if they’re alone as well

the maintenance man is ancient an has a tiny dog named Trixie and his name is Ham, he wanders around aimlessly and supposedly goes around and changes the air conditioner filters and smoke alarm batteries but I’ve lived here a total of three years and haven’t had a job so I’m here 24/7 and I’ve never had him ring my doorbell a single time. the filters are always clean though, and the smoke alarm light is blinking green again instead of red, I only ever see him on the patio of the office, looking out over the pool and sipping a NuGrape and feeding his tiny dog pieces of bologna

there’s a man who wanders the grounds at night with a hand-crank radio but there’s nothing on the radio but static and sometimes someone repeating numbers with a strange accent that you can’t make out

stairwells always feel like you’re walking through another dimension and at night it seems like they’re endless, it feels like you’re walking and walking and walking even though I’ve counted and there’s 14 steps it feels like you’re walking up 1000 steps and when you get to the top and look down it feels like you’re on the top floor of a high rise even though there’s no building here with more than two floors

the pine trees creak and groan at night trying to speak to you as you walk by but you can never make it out, I make a note of listening to them but sometimes I feel like it’s something important that I’m missing so I go inside and sip a Riesling until I forget about it

My brother and I were talking about the new Ducktales and when we heard Darkwing was confirmed, we got to admitting that if he showed up, we’d rather not see him as Darkwing.

It’d just be way more fun to have Launchpad have this “Great buddy” named Drake whose daughter Gosalyn he looks after from time to time. And occasionally has to drop everything immediately “Right now! Gotta go! Sorry!” before running out the door.

And when everyone finally meets Drake, he’s constantly telling Launchpad what to do and Launchpad’s still in his early hero-worship phase so he’s falling all over himself and nearly calling him “DW” once or twice.

Scrooge, Donald & everyone else just assumes Drake is his boyfriend and Launchpad is whipped.

At least one person tries to tell Launchpad that he “deserves better” and “Man, Mr. Mallard bosses you around a lot. Doesn’t that bother you?”

Then Darkwing gets the spin off show he deserves and we have the opposite: Launchpad constantly going off to his other job and Darkwing getting frustrated his pilot isn’t around. :P

…I want to write a fanfic about it now.

Taylor staying off Tumblr for more than a week could only mean: 

a) She is busy rehearsing for her upcoming performances / the reputation tour 

b) She is spending time with family for the holiday 

c) She is plotting something that will blow our minds (and we all know what happened the last time she disappeared offline for an extended period of time)  

d) all of the above 

Any role that you play, if you are in a head space for an extended period of time, you really have to think a certain type of way and get inside the head of a character and sometimes I play dark characters or frustrated characters and it’s negative because you are trying to tap into the parts of you that can connect to that, the parts of you from your own personal history and experience that you can identify and relate to, you have to find pieces of you that are in common.

Fact: Pansexuals are amazing cooks, and when they don’t cook for extended periods of time their cooking skills build up. Some of the most skilled chefs in the Pansexual Pantheon are known to wait for months at a time to fulfill an order for clients. The best chefs, who wait an entire human life time to make food, are legends among the Pantheon.

You know, there’s a lot of emphasis in the scientific community on the importance of passing on genetic material to the next generation. Some scientific communicators even go so far as to say that it is the ultimate purpose of all life. This can be a very distressing thing to hear for someone who cannot reproduce naturally, and some people who don’t want kids might feel pressured to reproduce just to pass on their genes. So, here’s a thought. Genetic material is just data, information. For some life genetics are the ONLY way to pass on information to the next generation, but some animals, like mammals, can actually pass on important information via nurturing and socialization. Humans are especially good at this, since we are able to keep records for extended periods of time that multiple generations can learn from. The legacy of every human being is no longer confined to whether or not your genetics are passed on, but also by what others can learn from you. So, if you write something, draw something, post something online, adopt a child, teach in a classroom, or even just interact with others in any way at all, you are informming the nature of the future of humanity and you play a huge part in the success or failure of Homo sapiens sapiens.

 Fact: In addition to being attracted to members of all genders, pansexuals also have the ability to safely breathe any matter, rather than just air. This is most frequently used to breathe underwater for extended periods of time, but many more creative pansexuals have used it to literally inhale their favourite foods or breathe while inside of volcanoes.

bts | slow hands

author’s note: my original plan for this was how the boys would react/help you if you were having a bad day, but then i thought about their comeback and how tired those babies must be and i hope they’re taking of themselves and each other; so long story short, have the reverse of that idea instead
disclaimer: all gifs are credited under each boy’s name as cr., none of the gifs used here are my own; they are cropped for uniformity and easy reading
warnings: lots of fluff, jimin is a brat


KIM SEOKJIN
cooking for him • cr.

“Jin? Baby, wake up, you have to eat something,” you gently rock him awake. Jin slowly wipes the sleep out of his eyes and cuddles further into the blankets.

He hates feeling sick. As the oldest, he feels it’s his responsibility to take care of the others, but he can’t do that when he’s sick. He’d much rather be helpful than helpless.

But he loves being babied by you. Jin would never admit it, but loves the attention, the care, the concern in your eyes. Maybe this is why Jungkook likes being the youngest so much, he thinks. He understands that you’re there for him twenty four seven, in sickness or in health, but he’s particularly fond of your motherly tendencies when he’s under the weather.

“Did you make soup?”

When you nod your head in confirmation, it’s as if whatever bug has been biting at his immune system has suddenly vanished, and he perks up. You chuckle, because Jin truly is a child at heart, and shake your head, “Sometimes, I feel like you’re only dating me for my soup.”

He playfully shrugs his shoulders, and sits up. This is his favorite part of the routine after all. Is he taking advantage of his situation? Perhaps, a little, but it’s okay, he loves you all the same.

He just loves you a little more when you feed him.

“You know you’re 25 years old, right?” you tease, but continue to spoon him soup, nonetheless.

“Hey, you can’t call me old, I’m sick,” he protests.

“Hello, sick, nice to meet you.”

Jin pauses, slowly swallowing his food and looking at you like a child looks at a jar of cookies. “God, I love you.”

MIN YOONGI
playing with his hair • cr.

Unless you have the unfortunate displeasure of attempting to start a conversation with Min Yoongi on one of his bad days, it’d be hard to tell he was having one in the first place. Not because of his (over exaggerated) indifferent attitude to most things, but simply because Yoongi would rather keep everything to himself and deal with it himself; it’s his battle to fight, or so he claims. But, if you look hard and know him well, there are little traits that stand out amongst the worst of days.

He walks a little faster. He seems to be in a rush to get to do something or get away from someone. His usual cute waddle is replaced with storming purpose and it’d be unwise to step in his path, even if, you claim to be his saving ray of sunshine, Jung Hoseok.

He sighs more frequently. Whether it’s out of frustration or fatigue is dependent on the situation, but you can hear the little exhales all day long if he chooses to stay and work in his home studio.

He eats less and drinks more. Add about three extra cups of dark roast Americanos to his usual diet and subtract one full lunch.

He doesn’t reply to his texts. Contrary to popular belief, Yoongi is quite good at communication; he believes it’s a vital part of understanding another person and maintaining any kind of relationship. So he usually responds in a timely manner (unless he’s sleeping), and is good at holding conversations. But unhappy Yooongi is dead to world.

Finally, the tell-all that Yoongi’s been having a bad day, is that when he comes through the door, or finally leaves his studio for the day he has only one thing in mind; he finds you seated on your couch, takes the empty spot next to you, carefully places his head in your lap, and gently guides one of your hands to his head. With gentle fingers combing through his tousled hair, suddenly, the sighs of frustration and fatigue and transformed into those of relaxation. And, sometimes, he thinks, he doesn’t have to go through everything alone.

So now that you know the signs of an unhappy Min Yoongi, be sure to implement the cure if he’s ever too stubborn to come to you first.

JUNG HOSEOK
massage • cr.

Hoseok often joked that he was an angel—your hope, your angel, to be more precise—and rightfully so; the boy has a smile so bright it rivals the sun, and an undeniably bright and brilliant personality that can pull anyone out of the darkest of days.

“How are you so good at this?” He moans, relaxing further into your touch as the balls of your hands massage his shoulders.

“I’m not, you’re just really tired and delusional,” you smile at him through the mirror. He sends one back.

“Hm, maybe,” he hums, eyes fluttering shut, “Or maybe you’re an angel.”

“That would you be you, my love,” you kiss the top of his head.

But as Hobi’s eyes flutter open and he looks into the mirror image in front of him, he’s thinks that he has to be correct. Because who else would come to his practice studio at quarter to eleven at night bearing fried chicken wings, Sprite and a massage?

He watches as you continue to massage the knots and kinks in his shoulders and back and thanks every deity there is for putting you in his life.

His bigger hands reach to stop yours, and gently guide you to his front, allowing you to straddle him. He’s beautiful, you think, cupping his cheeks, and admiring the little moles and scars that little his makeup free face. You’re beautiful, he thinks, taking in the way you manage to glow this late into the evening.

“You have to take care of yourself, Hobi,” you whisper.

“I know, baby,” he smiles, heart-shaped and heart-stopping, “But you’ll take care of me when I don’t, right?”

You smile back, nod, and gently peck his lips. Because even the sun has to go down at the end of the day.

KIM NAMJOON
running a bath • cr.

You almost don’t want to tear him away from his work. He’s so immersed in whatever it is he’s doing, his eyebrows creased slightly, eyes alert; and he’s so pretty doing the most mundane of activities, it’s unfair. But you know that he’s been working on his newest project for ten straight hours now, and a break is past due.

“Joonie,” you coo, “come on, you said you’d take a break two hours ago.”

Namjoon sighs, pushing his chair away from his desk and holding your hands as they snake around his neck from behind. “I know, baby, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you correct him, “You were working hard. So I have a surprise for you.”

“Baby,” he frowns, “I’m not done, yet.” He tilts his head in the direction of his computer screen.

“But you’ll like the surprise,” you pout, knowing well he, for some odd reason, finds it endearing and irresistible. “We talked about this, Joon, you have to take a break and—”

“And take care of myself, and not be so hard on myself, I know,” he sighs. He turns his head to look at you and smiles, finally pulling away from his desk and swiveling his chair around to fully face you. His hands find their way to your hips and pull you closer, thumbs gently caressing your sides. “So what’s this surprise?”

You smile, slowly straddling him, “It involves you and me—”

“I like it already.”

“—And a bubble bath!”

Namjoon smiles, teeth showing as he throws his head back in laughter. That was definitely not the ending he was thinking of, but it’s a lovely one all the same, “You’re so cute.”

“I know,” you grin, “Now come on, the water’s getting cold.”

PARK JIMIN
washing his hair • cr.

“Park Jimin, if you moan one more time, I swear,” you threaten, slapping his exposed shoulder.

He giggles. An innocent gesture that he somehow manages to make slightly sexual. Of course. 

“It feels good though, baby,” he claims, sinking deeper into the water. He can feel you rolling your eyes behind him, but once the hand you used to slap him is back in his hair, he smirks again, closes his eyes and relaxes further into your touch.

You’re not sure when washing Jimin’s hair became a tradition, but all you know is that Jimin manages to make something as innocent as washing hair sound sexual; and all Jimin knows is that it’s probably one of his favorite things in the world after a long day.

Jimin loves bring out his daring, sexual prowess on stage, but you know that behind that cameras is your soft, cuddly, big baby of a boyfriend. And you don’t mind washing his hair; for some odd reason it’s relaxing for you too, you get to spend time with Jimin, and not to mention he has great hair.

Your fingernails gently scrape his scalp as your run your hands back. Jimin lets out a grunt this time and turns his body slightly in the water, positing himself so that his face rests against your right leg. His smile is cheeky as his kisses the inside of your thigh.

“Chim,” you warn him. When he doesn’t listen you, pull on his hair to seize his mouth.

It doesn’t work, because this is Jimin we’re talking about. “Kinky.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And you’re the best, baby, you know that?” He purrs, littering your thighs with kisses. Here we go again.

You’re about to scold him, but he pushes your hands out of his hair and takes your wrists in his own, not caring that they’re soapy. “Come on, why don’t you get in the tub and let me wash yours.”

KIM TAEHYUNG
kissing his hands • cr.

One of Taehyung’s favorite thing in the world is watching movies with you. Not because he’s particularly fond of films; because despite his interest in most things art and renaissance related, film fluency is not one of them. He doesn’t like sitting still for extended periods of times, or having to follow a meaningless, cliché love story, or a drawn out, over exaggerated horror plot. But he likes watching movies with you, next to you.

All he has to do is wait about twenty minutes in—and he can sit still and pay attention that long, that much he’s sure of. Because twenty minutes in, your hands reach for his and hold his own. No matter what’s going on on the screen, no matter what kind of movie is playing, no matter the fact that his hands are double the size of yours. You always (subconsciously, he concludes) reach for his and he relishes in it.

And sometimes, if he’s lucky (and he’s praying tonight is one of those nights, because today has not been one of his best days), you slouch into his side a little bit, closer to his chest, able to hear his heart beating admist the dialogue; you lace your fingers with his, bring them to your lips and kiss his knuckles.

And he always smiles. You never look, never have to, but you know it’s happening, and he knows that you know. Because when that happens, Taehyung always pulls you a little closer, a little tighter, and gives you a little kiss on the top of your head. It’s his favorite silent exchange of I love yous, especially after a long day.

So, no, Kim Taehyung isn’t particularly fond of watching movies; but he really likes them with you.

JEON JUNGKOOK
little spoon • cr.

“Alright, talk.”

Jungkook turns and tilts his head towards you. He feigns innocence, but you’re no fool.

Jeon Jungkook is a lot of things—he’s loud, a prankster, an amazing singer, kindhearted, easy going, fun-loving. If there’s one thing Jeon Jungkook isn’t, it’s quiet. So when your Jungkook walked into your shared apartment and made no efforts to pull you away from your book, tickle you, play with your hair—no attempts to annoy you at all, you suspected something was the matter. Your suspicions have since been confirmed, seeing as it’s been two hours and Jungkook had been blankly occupied with his phone, having not uttered a single word to you apart from “hello.”

“It’s nothing,” he blushes, when he realized he’s been caught he goes back to paying attention to his phone.

Jungkook pays you no mind until you’ve snatched his phone, hid it in your back pocket and cupped his face. His eyes wander until he realizes he can’t avoid you. He lets you walk him to your room and when you both sink into the bed, he let’s you take on the roll of being the big spoon, curling into your side like a worn-out puppy.

“Talk to me, Kookie.”

He sighs an cuddles deeper into your side. He explains his problems and the source of his stress; he listens to the rise and fall of your chest and suddenly the world doesn’t feel so small, his problems don’t feel so big, and he’s no where near as stressed. He must be the luckiest guy in the world, he thinks, to have seven hyungs and an incredible girlfriend to take care of him.

Jungkook looks up at you and gives you the softest smile, and an even softer kiss to your jaw.

“I love you.”

Any role that you play, if you are in a head space for an extended period of time, you really have to think a certain type of way and get inside the head of a character and sometimes I play dark characters or frustrated characters and it’s negative because you are trying to tap into the parts of you that can connect to that, the parts of you from your own personal history and experience that you can identify and relate to, you have to find pieces of you that are in common.