i can only listen when i don't have to legitimately think about something

I feel like I need to say something right now, if only because it’s more productive than lying in bed crying and feeling helpless.

Before I begin, I should mention in advance that, due in part to having ADHD, I have genuine difficulty putting my thoughts together in a concise manner, which can lead to very long posts.  I understand if that puts anyone off from reading further, as I’m not even sure I know how to express what I’m feeling right now.

As a person, I was raised to be open-minded.  I’ve never known any other way to be.  I come from a highly LGBT-positive (bisexuality runs on my mother’s side of the family, and my godfather is gay), Democratic family that allowed me to express myself however I wanted, and consume whatever media I wanted (I’ve been watching horror films since I was a toddler, and I’ve been allowed to have facial piercings since age 16, and wear whatever I chose).  My immediate family is comprised of people that have known abuse, and overcome it (rape, CSA, alcoholism).  We have also been familiar with poverty.  The state we live in–where I’ve spent my entire life–had never gone red until this past election.

Having been born in 1983, I was alive through most of the presidency of one of the absolute worst leaders to ever take office: Ronald Reagan.  I lived through both Bush administrations.  I remember the “Satanism Scare”, the original backlash against violent video games, and 90′s “political correctness”.  The AIDS epidemic had barely begun.  PSAs aimed at children did their damndest to try to reverse the fact that drug use had become “fashionable” in the 80′s, and they practically beat us over the head with them during every commercial break while watching our Saturday morning cartoons.  I have seen a lot of bullshit (meaning that I have a lot to compare our current situation to), and always–always–I thought it was from the “bad” guys.  The “other” people, with the “wrong” values.

In less than five years, I’ve come to see that bullshit doesn’t only come from one “side”.  I’ve become disenchanted with the groups I had placed my faith and trust in for most of my life.  I’ve found myself disappointed and irritated with many actions done in the name of the things I believe in.  I feel as though we’ve reached critical mass, and that the people I thought were on my side–the “good guys”–bear more responsibility for it than any of them will ever admit.

Can I just ask when the FUCK so many of us on the left turned into the equivalent of yesterday’s paranoid WASP soccer moms and religious zealots?  When did we become the racists, sexists, and bigots, pretending those labels don’t apply to us just because they’re aimed at “the other” demographics?  And when I say “us” on the left, I’m really not so sure I even want to be here anymore, because it’s become a shamefully toxic and manipulative environment where people actually try to justify threats of death and violence over inane, pointless things that mean fuck all to the world at large.  I sure as hell don’t want to be a “right-winger” (because, remember–I was taught those were the “bad guys”), so where does that leave people like me?  In the mindset of “You’re either with us, or against us”, being fair and objective isn’t allowed.

When Trump became president, our news media and college campuses became rife with cries of “fascism”.  Where?  An overcooked yam in a suit that’s (rightfully) been the center of derision and mockery since he became involved in the election?  THAT’S what’s threatening you??  I’m sorry, have you never read about the shit Reagan pulled?  If you want to know what legitimate fascism is, go talk to someone that lived through Ferdinand Marcos’ rule in the Philippines.

Let’s establish something here: Those neo-Nazis were always here, BUT they had been shamed into hiding.  Suddenly, people were throwing the terms “Nazi” and “fascism” around, and these people started feeling more comfortable.  Those on the left started advocating for violence to combat mere differences of opinion, and white supremacists felt even more comfortable, because they were being shown that their methods were now socially acceptable.

People on the LEFT created the ideal environment for these people to crawl out of the woodwork, and feel like their belief system is validated and justified.  People on the LEFT spouted needless hatred, and gave these political cretins something to point to and say, “See?  We were right all along!”.  People on the LEFT willingly handed them the kind of antisocial behavior they’ve been dreaming of.  

We’re now all experiencing the consequences.  If the Democratic Party had given Bernie Sanders the nomination, he would have steamrolled the election, and you all know it.  Then where would the “fascism” be?  Still hiding.  Cowering.  Not a single soul would be throwing that word around right now.  And no one’s willing to admit that maybe–just maybe–the Democratic candidate we were given could have been the problem.  We’ve created an environment where criticism is not allowed against certain people, which makes it so much easier for our trust to be abused.

And it is being abused.  We are approaching legitimate fascism, and it’s coming from the complete opposite end of the political spectrum.  This is where the careless throwing around of serious terms comes into play, as even the slightest criticism is enough to have a person labeled “alt-right”, or even “a Nazi”.  All this does is make actual neo-Nazis and white supremacists believe they have more company and support than they actually do.  If you’re not ashamed and embarrassed as hell about all of this, then, well…you’re probably not the type that’s even read this far in the first place.

I don’t know what else I can say that I haven’t said in pieces before.  All I can say is that I’ve lost faith in a lot of people.  Nearly ALL people.  And for someone that used to be very cheerful and social, I feel as though a part of me has been taken away.  Many of us are forced to be distrustful, even when we’ve nothing to hide.  When the bar for what is deemed “socially unacceptable” keeps being lowered, how long before it reaches you?  And when will the limit end on what we consider “hate speech”?  When you turn valid criticism against needless violence into “hate speech”, how long before it reaches those “vent posts” and “critical” blogs?  Because I’ve legit seen someone use the term “hate crime” because someone else didn’t ship the same two fictional video game characters together, and if you think those things are comparable, you are completely proving my point.

Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03

{pt.04}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut plot!

Word Count: 7,380

~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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    “Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

   “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

   “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

   “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

    “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

   “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

   “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

   “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

  

    “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

    “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

    “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

    “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

     “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

    “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

    “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

    “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

     “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

    “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

    “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

    “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

    “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

     “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

    “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

    “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

    “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

    “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

     “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

    “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

     “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

     “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

    “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

    “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

    “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

    “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

    “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

    “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

    “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
“You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

    “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

   “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

    “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

     “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

   “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

    “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

   “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

    “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

    “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

    “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

    “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

    “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

    “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

    “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

    “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

    “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

     “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

    “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

    “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

    “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

    “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

    “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

    “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

    “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

    “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

    “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

    “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

    “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

    “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

   “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.


After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

   “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

   “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

    “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

    “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

   “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

    “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

    “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

    “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

    “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

  “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

   “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

   “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

   “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

    “Night, Jungkook.”


Hey so @dudebros/mall ninjas who think that they’re hot shit because they bought “katanas” and now they’re unstoppable because katanas are the most sophisticated weapons of all time and whatever…as a white person who has dedicated a huge part of her time to studying Japanese swordsmanship, can you please Not

1. That katana you got in your local novelty store? Not even a katana. Seriously. It is literally impossible to sell actual katanas in, like, a US mall. Katanas, real ones, are forged over the course of several days and are prayed over by Shinto priests to this day, because they’re made with the idea that they carry a part of a person’s soul….and you really think they’re going to be on sale in your local mall?

(It’s also worth noting that those swords sold in malls are generally wakizashi length and possibly also make. But it’s not like they’re real wakizashi, either.)

2. I know you think you look cool dual wielding or wielding with a single hand, usually your right hand, in the middle of the hilt or up against the tsuba (guard) but uh. No. Katanas, or any swords modeled after them, such as bokken, iaito, or shinai, are meant to be wielded with two hands. YES, two sword styles exist!! But they are not common for a reason. You don’t generally have the same flexibility or power that you get with two hands. Also, I’ve never seen anyone wield two full sized swords at once. I’ve only ever seen someone wield one full sized sword and a dagger sized weapon in the other hand.

(Also, the only person in my dojo who has an actual, legitimate, has-been-used-in-combat katana, is my sensei, which was gifted to her by her sensei. The rest of us use iaito or bokken, even the people who have been there 10+ years.)

3. Japanese swordsmanship, just like anything else, takes years of practice to get any good at. I’m into my third year of kendo and iaido and I’m nowhere near black belt ranked. In fact I’m still considered very much a beginner and I’m thankful for it. There is no precedence for picking up a sword and suddenly being able to wield it; you are not a genius or a prodigy just because you have a sword, and nor will you be able to win a fight. I say that because, surprise, the SECOND you’re in a fight, everything you’re still working on comes out in a negative way. Meaning you’re shit. No matter how far you’ve progressed in your training, winning fights is a whole different ball game. I guarantee you that anything you think you can do will fly right out of your head the second someone else comes after you. You are not an exception to this rule just because you think you are.

4. Just…god. Why would you claim a culture or sword style is the epitome of life or sophistication or whatever when you don’t even bother to learn about or acquiesce to the actual cultural values or techniques? I’m one of like, two non-Asian people in my dojo, and my sensei is strict. Being a white American, I was 100% not used to being immersed in a totally different cultural context to my own, and do you think I would have gotten literally anywhere if I hadn’t shut the fuck up and just listened? And did what my sensei told me to do? And listened to those who were there before me? Being from a totally different cultural context meant that I had to (and STILL have to) work twice as hard to understand what to do and when to do it, and more importantly, what NOT to do and when NOT to do it. And if I didn’t, I would just look like an ass. And if you do that, you will just look like an ass.

(Basically–being a white person in a primarily Asian space does not make you special. It just means you have to work harder to fit in.)

5. Holy shit. If I tried to go up against a HEMA practioner or something, I would get my ass kicked. It might be a little more even with, say, a kenjutsu or koryu practioner, but on the whole, the way Japanese swordsmanship is taught nowadays, it’s seriously not the most practical thing, and you really shouldn’t pretend otherwise.

Basically–you’re not going to be able to pull some kind of Last Samurai miracle here. If you want to learn modern or old-style Japanese swordsmanship–kendo, iaido, kenjutsu, koryu, etc.–awesome! There are plenty of opportunities out there for learning and they’re all great. But that’s the point. You have to learn. You have to be open-minded and recognize that opening yourself up to learning a sword style means embracing the culture around it. And at least in my dojo, that means shutting the fuck up and listening to Sensei.

TL,DR; @dudebros/mall ninjas and anyone else who bought a cheap “katana” in a mall and suddenly think they’re The Last Samurai–stop projecting your own ideas of what Japanese swordsmanship is onto Japanese swordsmanship.

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This is the @miraculousfluffmonth  Aug 14 prompt, telling the truth.


“Hey Chat, can we talk a minute?” Ladybug asked as she landed near him on the Eiffel Tower.  They were meeting up for their usual mid-week check in and joint patrol, and there was something she’d been putting off bringing up for far too long.

“We can talk for more than a minute,” he said with a smirk.  "You have my absolute attention, My Lady.“  He bowed to her.

She sat down patting the space next to her.  "Why so far away, Chaton?”  She’d gotten good at keeping her Ladybug and Marinette nicknames for him straight, though she occasionally dreamed of outing herself by using the wrong one.

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anonymous asked:

About Keith probably starting things w Lance at the Garrsion, I don't really think Keith likely just not noticing/ ignoring him is a legitimate reason for any of Lance's antagonism. I get that for Lance he might have taken being ignored by someone he respected/ looked up to personally, but that's actually fairly immature for him to have held onto that feeling for so long. For Lance he thinks he's known Keith since before Voltron, while for Keith Lance was a stranger -two different situations.

gnotblue replied to your post “I know Lance can put his bias towards Keith aside when their’s an…”

disagree. maybe as leader it’s Keith’s responsibility to encourage Lance, but as peer? whatever happened in the garrison, Keith doesn’t remember- & Lance just doesn’t stop picking him as target for his personal attacks. Keith reacts and sometimes starts it, but he also tried to get out of their pattern more than once. s. the bonding moment.

I already said this before, but I think if Keith didn’t remember Lance, Lance would be lying on the floor together with the doctors in seconds, for trying to interrupt Keith back there and get his hands on Shiro.

Like, Keith is not the most trusting person, you know… He’s like super suspicious of everyone at first and is very careful, no matter how harmless or friendly the strangers might seem. (And Lance didn’t even look friendly when he walks in on him, he literally goes “nonono you’re not taking Shiro”)

Which makes me think Keith not only clearly remembers Lance, But he also trusts him. (with Shiro, his “most prized possession” haha, so that means alot.)

I really don’t think Keith would let them come along with him to his secret hideout with a guy he just stole from the Garrison, if he didn’t trust them. 

So he probably knows alot more about them than he lets them believe.

(Also unlike Shiro, he could have totally recognized Pidge as Matt’s sister right away, maybe even at the Garrison, maybe he even somehow knew about what she was doing to find out what happened on that mission, because he might have been doing the same thing, and then just kept quiet about her identity because he wanted her to reveal her secret when she was ready)

Bottom line, if he was ok with taking them with him, he probably knew all three of them well enough to really trust them. (Or maybe even just trusted Lance enough to also trust his friends)

And this line “oh I remember you, you’re a cargo pilot

Like it sounds so freaking condescending. And I don’t think Keith is someone who looks down on people’s jobs or has some “I’m a fighter pilot” ego thing. 

That’s a clear jab at Lance. Why? because he knows Lance really wanted to be a fighter pilot and ended up in cargo. And Lance walks in there all like “nononono IM saving Shiro” like trying to one up Keith and not like actually just give him a hand, so Keith gets pissed and is all “new phone, who dis?” cuz he knows it would piss off Lance and will kinda get him off his high horse. But also it might totally go a bit deeper than that.

Because I think it’s like Keith always pretends like he dun care about this rivalry thing. BUT HE DOES. 

Lance gets to him. 

No matter how many people say their rivalry is just in Lance’s head and he’s the only one that pushes this rivalry on them. It’s not. 

I think Keith wouldn’t respond to him like that or try to get back at him and annoy him if there wasn’t something to it.

This wouldn’t have happened if it was just in Lance’s head:

Keith would’t crash his lion there, he would play along and just let Lance crash his lion. But he obviously was really serious about showing Lance who’s the better pilot or that he’s just as daring as him.

And like when they are training, he makes Lance walk into walls and a dead end on purpose!!! And is all “why you’re not listening Lance??”

He doesn’t exactly tries to be the bigger man, he gets back at him for everything! Keith picks on Lance just as much as Lance picks on him, he’s just kinda more sneaky about it, so he doesn’t gets caught on it, so it wouldn’t appear like Lance actually gets to him. 

Or I dunno, maybe he does it cause its just fun to annoy Lance.

Like this shit here, was totally uncalled for (and this was after “bonding moment”). And Keith started this one.

There’s like alot of little things he does to annoy Lance for no good reason… And the only time he kinda tried to reach out to him and put a stop to this I think was in the comics, when he says “Good job, Lance!” 

(The bonding moment was Lance reaching out to Keith, by kinda showing him what he is really hoping for, for them all to be a good team and for him and Keith to kinda be you know “space ranger partners” and not rivals I guess). Keith just smiled approvingly but then he was back at picking on Lance again!)

I don’t think Lance is the kind of person who is looking for strife. He’s super friendly and he really wants to get along with people, so I really have my doubts about him starting this whole “not getting along with Keith” thing. I feel like he most likely just responds to Keith’s attitude towards him. 

And you know, I don’t think Lance was lying there in the first episode when he said “You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck.”

I dun think Lance is a bad pilot. I think he’s a reckless pilot, a daring pilot, but I think he’s not as bad as the team makes it seem in terms of skills.

So my theory is that Keith finally had someone who caught up to him in flight school, and he didn’t really like that. (probably liked Lance, but not the fact he can potentially be a better pilot) I think Lance challenged him, and that was the source of their totally real rivalry. (And why Lance would be the perfect person to take over Red)

(I mean Keith and Lance are kinda similar after all, they both sometimes do reckless things and act like hot heads and then kinda get at each other for doing the same things..)

And like I have to say that I personally think Keith and Lance have the most brotherly, sibling like relationship if there ever was one (no, it’s not Keith and Shiro, I actually find it odd so many people see THAT relationship as brotherly because I literally have never met two siblings or bros that act like that..)

Like to me Keith and Lance are like siblings that have like a year, two years or so apart. And Lance is kinda like the younger sibling that can’t quite catch up to or really get back at the older one, And Keith is the older sibling that just has fun teasing the younger one all the time but really wants him to succeed and yet still gets super annoyed if the younger one beats him at anything.

And like since I’m sure it’s very important for both of them to get recognition and praise from Shiro (who’s gonna be the parent figure in this case), So Lance is kinda like the child that always feels like Keith is the favorite and dad always takes his side..

(Even tho space dad does love all his kids equally.. I think Shiro deals with Lance in a good way, I hope Keith learns from him)

Like I mean, the drones thing was such a siblings thing to do! Like Keith just pushes Lance’s drone out of the way and is all “Sorry! Gotta be quick” and they start fighting

And Dad is all “Knock it off, you two! Play nice!”

And Lance is “KEITH STARTED IT!!!“

I dunno, if you have siblings (im not sure how its with sisters tho) but if you have brothers who are close to you in age I’m sure u can understand exactly what I’m talking about here.

So I dunno, it’s very clear to me they both really love eachother and care for eachother. And will show it, but won’t actually like, admit it to eachother.. 

Like even the bonding moment

Keith did not punch Sendak.

Lance did not shoot his arm off.

So I think it’s safe to assume Keith didn’t actually cradle Lance in his arms at any point.

This is them still bonding by just making shit up and teasing eachother. It’s not as serious as ppl make it out to be. It’s a very friendly exchange, a blossoming bromance. (and yes, so far it does seems like just bromance to me, ofcourse it might change in the future, but so far these two seasons that’s all I’m getting form them)

They both know they kinda bonded back there and had this very uncharacteristic tender moment and are kinda backtracking on it but in a sibling kind of way, like “ew I would never get along with you” but I’m sure they both know they are just messing around there.

Like Keith and Lance to me are the epitome of your common sibling relationship.

They are the “I love you to death and would die for you, but I would never admit it to your face, and i’ll only talk shit to your face but will beat anyone else who does, and will only say good things about you behind your back”

Like, it’s clear Keith and Lance really like eachother. Keith doesn’t actually hate Lance and Lance doesn’t hate Keith. They’re just you kno… bros in the making. And they both act like idiots sometimes.

But for them to get along better, Keith (as the person who’s kinda in the position of the older sibling the younger one really admires and wants to be friends with) has to stop doing this shit where he purposely insults and picks on Lance, yes. Specially as the team’s leader.

anonymous asked:

You do know yang can do something cause she loves them right like did you actually listen to armed and ready it's said in the lyrics there's nothing she won't do for her? If that doesn't say something to you I don't know what will. Or is it cause it wasn't sun or yang wasn't a male so she's just some emotions less robot? Like even the official rt twitter said the love between them in a time of pain was cute. Stop downplaying her connection to Blake it's disgusting.

Wondered if I’d get a question like this.

Alright, listen. Point blank? If you’re going to take Armed And Ready literally, seriously, you should be worried that Yang’s going to lose herself in rage now. That particular set of lyrics you’re referring to happened, yeah, but hoohoo boy is that inconsequential to her after the fact. 

Hell, Yang’s entire story arc in V4 was about recognizing what she did was rash and that she can’t keep acting the way she had. About regaining control of her life, getting her priorities in order, and focusing on what matters so she can push forward with a level head. And when it all boils down, the options she considers are searching for Ruby, or her own mother.

Blake does not appear in Yang’s rehabilitation or trauma, save as a trigger. A reminder of her defeat, and failure. If it wasn’t Blake she’d fought for and Adam she’d lost to, it’d be Ruby she fought for and Cinder she’d lost to, or anything other pairing you could think of. She was going to run into something she couldn’t beat eventually, and this happened to be it. V3 was reality smacking Yang upside the head with a reminder she is not invincible, and her strength not only could get her in trouble when it worked (like with Mercury,) but it wouldn’t always be enough (with Adam.)

So congrats, anon. You’ve decided that Yang’s irrational, nearly suicidal tendency to jump into danger for any reason, a fact the show spent two volumes straight deconstructing, is nothing more than proof of your ship.

Lemme be clear. I did not like Yang prior to V3. Partially out of spite to a fandom that had decided her a flawless goddess, but partially because she seemed to defy the nature of the show’s world. Everyone else clearly had limits, but Yang never seemed to. And that’s on top of having the least developed personality out of the main 4. V3 broke that notion in two and V4 rebuilt it better.

V3 spent the entire volume building up Yang’s strength even higher, enforcing that she not only approached every problem by trying to hit it harder (Flynt, for instance) but that she had the strength to back it up, thus enforcing the belief that she was correct to act the way she did. Then, Mercury and Adam happened back to back.

Yang then spent the entirety of V4, over six months, trying to get her head around the massive change in perspective she needed to maintain, on top of dealing with legitimate trauma she’d suffered. This was, in my opinion, the most realistic and effective character arc RWBY has thus far portrayed. (And you people still say Jaune gets more characterization. Tch.)

So yeah. When you tell me that Yang was motivated by a pure love for Blake? Forgive my eyeroll.

never VII ~ jonah marais

requested:  yes

y/n goes to the place where her and jonah used to go ((like a specific spot at a beach or the top of a cliff)) to gather her thoughts and understand what her heart wants. jonah arrives there too and they don’t talk, just sit and watch the sunset. once it’s completely dark jonah apologises for his mistake and y/n tells him that she doesn’t forgive him but she’s willing to give him another chance but they start from square one. and it ends with jonah introducing himself to y/n like they’re meeting for the first time

summary: after leaving jonah’s house, y/n ends up at a place she and jonah had formerly loved to help her figure out the truth in her heart. along the way, she gets a visitor.

warning(s): cursing, final part

word count: 1294

author’s note: ok ok ok ok so this is the final part. MAJOR CREDIT to @phcnekisses for literally giving me the ideas for almost every part of this mini series, including the fantastic ending:)) i hope that you guys enjoyed this series as much as i enjoyed writing it. 


READ THESE FIRST:

part I, part II, part III, part IV, part V, part VI 


My body shook as i leaned back against the red beam. I closed my eyes tightly, taking in the scent of the park in the afternoon. sounds of a train passing by filled my ears and i took a close listen for the other sounds that often drew me here. the sounds of bees buzzing around the flowers that laid in the ground and the sounds of the cars driving by the small abandoned playground as if it wasn’t there.

originally, jonah and i had come here after one of our dates at a coffee shop down the street. we’d gone out for a walk, to lose the calories we’d both just majorly consumed and stumbled upon the colorful, but rarely used playground with a purple slide. the two of us found ourselves, at ages eighteen and nineteen, climbing on top of the playground. laughter filled each of our mouths as we did so. and eventually when we’d worn each other out, we sat down on the top level of the playground, the slide behind us, and watched the sunset over the small pond that came from the opposite side of the train tracks. 

it was where we’d come when we spent the entire day inside binge watching a netflix show and avoiding socialization and daniel scolded us for not getting fresh air. it was where we’d come when we were bored out of our minds and had nothing better to do than sit in a little kids playground and avoid the world. it was where we shared our first kiss and where jonah had first told me that he loved me, and then the place that i told him i loved him back two days later. this little playground shared the memories between us that i had yet to let go of.

in someways, i knew what i wanted. i want jonah. he was this perfect guy and he loved me, he always did. jonah had this way of lighting up the room when it was pitch black and no one knew where the light switch was. he could just send me one smile and my entire day full of too much work and too many people would turn positive. there was no question in my heart that i loved jonah and that i wanted to be with him. i think that i’ll always love jonah. he was my first love, the first person i truly committed to. he was someone who went through everything with me and i think that when that happens the love doesn’t go away, it just fades. and maybe it hasn’t yet and maybe it never will, but right now I am very much still in love with him.

in other ways, i didn’t want jonah. he was someone of my past, someone who hurt me. he’d gone and done something that i trusted that he wouldn’t. he’d gone for the girl that i couldn’t stand. he broke my trust and if he could ever gain that back, i don’t know.

jonah and i just went through too much together. it was to the point where we just knew each other. where we didn’t ask questions anymore because we loved each other and we knew everything from favorite food to weird habits to pet peeves. it was a mutually loving relationship that didn’t have any more roller-coasters. we’d gotten over the honeymoon phase and it was no longer the burst that it had be, and maybe that was why jonah went for camila. 

a new sound filled my ears. sneakers. against the stairs leading to the top of the playground. my eyes fluttered open and i was faced with the boy in question. there was no exchange between us, just jonah sitting down where he always sat when we’d come here.

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esrigby  asked:

Earl, in your experience... why don't conservatives believe in climate change? I used not to either, because my parents are far right wing and I grew up before the internet was a big thing, and I believed what my parents told me. But once I had access to the facts I changed my mind right away. Nor can I ask my father why /he/ disbelieves it, as he could never give a reason that didn't just come from sourceless belief. Why do conservatives cling to the idea that it's a scientific conspiracy?

…Okay, I might not be the best person to ask because I have a Thing about climate change. I am willing to listen to people who say that it is real and willing to say “yes, we should do something about it”. But I mostly ignore it as much as I can because Apocalypse Rhetoric is Not Safe For The Earl. 

Originally posted by tinahenry

That being said… I’d guess the reasons boil down to “oil + coal dependence”, “seething resentment”, and “the class war no one wants to acknowledge because it’s bipartisan”.

A lot of richer conservatives are oil barons, or are friends with oil barons. A lot of poorer conservatives live in coal mining country or work in oil/coal/construction. Many conservatives- of all social classes - live in rural areas and need to drive ten miles to get to the grocery store or to church. 

And like- there are liberals who live in rural areas and are dependent on cars and stuff, but most of them at least, like… know people who live in the city and use public transit. For a lot of conservatives, coal and oil and driving are bound up in the Way the World Is. Oil and coal are just a natural part of life, and trying to get rid of them is crazy-talk. 

 There’s also this idea floating around over there… and like, it’s mostly propaganda, but there’s a grain of truth in it… that liberals are either “welfare queens” or rich people from the big city who hate conservatives and are divorced from reality. Tree-hugging vegetarians who drive around in limousines and drink fancy lattes and don’t notice the ‘normal’ people who do the work it takes to support them, or Those People who will do whatever it takes to sponge off said ‘normal’ people and don’t care about who they’re hurting.

….The grain of truth is that there are plenty of liberals who do hate poor white people, and not just in the “well, if they’d stop being bigoted, we wouldn’t have a problem” kind of way. If you’re rich and liberal, you can get away with saying all kinds of terrible things about poor rural white people - everything from “their culture is garbage, only stupid people would like NASCAR and pro wrestling” to “poor white people are all dumb and inbred and shouldn’t be allowed to have kids” to “we should nuke the Deep South, we’ll lose nothing of value”. (Yes, I have actually seen people saying that last one.)* 

So the global warming thing tends to go like this:

- Rich oil baron doesn’t want to stop making money by being rich and owning oil wells. Rich oil baron sees that switching to being a solar panel baron would hurt his bottom line. So he decides he needs to use his time and money to make sure alternative energy doesn’t go through.

- Rich oil baron calls up his friend who owns a major media outlet and says “hey can you make sure people hate this bill that would send money to alternative energy I want to buy another yacht this month” and Media Mogul says “sure I gotchu fam”**. 

- Media mogul pays a lot of people a lot of money to talk about why alternative energy is bad. Since a lot of the reasons alternative energy is important boil down to “we need to stop global warming”, the people talking about why alternative energy is bad need to downplay or outright deny global warming.

- The 'journalists’ getting paid to talk about why alternative energy is bad wind up playing on rank-and-file conservatives’ hatred and fear of limousine liberals. “Hey,” they say, “you know those people who keep talking about saving the whales and trees, but who gleefully advocate for your genocide? They also want to make it impossible for you to leave your house, steal your jobs out from under you, and generally make you completely societally irrelevant! Why should you listen to them when they say these things?” 

- A lot of rank-and-file conservatives are also religious fundamentalists, and are generally distrustful of science because it goes against their religious beliefs (like “foetuses are people” and “the earth was created in 7 days and is less than 10,000 years old” and “evolution is a hoax”). So they’re predisposed to distrust scientists. They’re also authoritarians, though, so they’re willing to listen to and trust people that are ‘legitimate’ authorities. Due to decades of propaganda, this means the media mogul types, or people even farther to the right- think Alex Jones”. 

- So the rank-and-file conservatives believe the media moguls’ ‘journalists’- or disbelieve them, but believe their stuff as filtered through youtube conspiracy videos and long chain emails from the Cranky Old Man side of the internet.  

- Oil baron sits back and sips a sweet, sweet glass of the tears of baby seals**, secure in the knowledge that his money isn’t going anywhere.

Over-the-top jokes about terrible rich people aside- this is why you get all those jokes about electric cars that literally plug into the wall and only let you go fifty feet away from your garage. Or the “haha, it’s snowing here, can’t be getting warmer globally, right?” It’s based in fear. 

American conservativism only makes sense when you realise that it’s rich white people (who don’t want to lose their money and power) manipulating middle class/working poor white people (who don’t want to lose the tiny bit of societal power they do have) into hating everyone else. Because Everyone Else wants to take their power away. 

*As an aside: my general rule of thumb when it comes to this kind of shit is “would you say it about poor rural black people”? And if the answer is ‘no’, don’t say it. Just because they’re white doesn’t mean it’s okay to be mean.

** note: this is fictionalised, and no resemblance to real individuals is intended.

Red flags vs fear of new things

I don’t know a solution to this, but this is a problem I think it’s worth discussing: It can be hard to identify red flags when you have a general fear of change and trying new things.

For some of us, anticipating change always or usually feels bad, regardless of whether there’s anything actually wrong. For instance, I hate all new TV shows until I’ve watched them with someone else at least three times. To use more weighty examples: for a lot of people, moving to a new apartment, taking a new job, starting school, getting close to another person, exploring a new hobby, eating new foods, or anything that involves change, will at first invoke an unreasonable sense of dread whether or not anything is actually wrong.

For most people who have routine fear of new things, it can sometimes be important to override that dread and do some new things anyway. Because sometimes change is necessary, or an improvement. But overriding and ignoring dread all the time causes a serious problem.

The problem is - sometimes the feelings of dread are because you’re noticing red flags. Sometimes the problem isn’t that you’re generally averse to change; sometimes the problem is that you’re noticing something that’s actually wrong.

I’m not sure what the solution is. Most people get told that the best way to avoid walking into trouble is to always trust your gut. That’s not necessarily viable for people whose guts tend to dread all change. Trusting all of those instincts would mean never trying anything new, and also never walking away from bad situations (since that would have to involve change). But disregarding your gut all the time doesn’t work well either, because sometimes it’s the only thing alerting you to trouble.

I think the best approach might be: listen to your gut, but don’t necessarily obey it. I think it’s a good idea to think, in as concrete terms as possible, what your gut feeling might be about. Some examples of questions that some people find helpful in that regard (not exhaustive, and not all the questions on this list are helpful for everyone with this problem):

  • Is the dread you are feeling the same way you always feel when you’re doing something new, or does this feel different?
  • (If it feels like a different feeling, it’s very likely something you should be taking seriously)
  • Are you afraid of a particular person?
  • Do you know why you’re afraid of them? Is it that they’re unfamiliar, or something in particular about them?
  • Are you afraid of a particular risk?
  • Does something seem physically unsafe?
  • Are there other available options that would be safer?
  • Do people seem to be treating you respectfully?
  • Is someone being mean to you, or to other people, in a way that’s making the new thing seem inadvisable?
  • Are people assuming that you can do things that you can’t?
  • Is anyone treating you like a child?
  • Is someone taking your private decisions weirdly personally?
  • Are you being pressured into spending money you can’t afford to spend?

I don’t think that there is a general answer to this. I think that deciding whether to go with your gut feeling, or whether to assume that you’re just fearing change, is something that you have to decide on a case by case basis. Either option involves risks; it’s ok to decide which risk you’d rather take in a certain situation. Sometimes that will mean you do the new thing (and risk ignoring a red flag); sometimes it will mean you don’t do the new thing (and risk avoiding a necessary or beneficial change for irrational reasons). Sometimes that will mean doing the new thing, but cautiously. Sometimes that will mean modifying the new thing. All are legitimate approaches; you’re the only one who can decide.

It’s ok to decide that something real is going on and that you’re not going to do the thing (even though it’s possible that you’re afraid for no good reason). It’s ok to decide that you’re going to risk doing the thing (even though it’s possible that you’re ignoring a red flag.) Both have risks. There’s no generalized answer to every situation; it’s a decision you have to make for each situation.

tl;dr If you’re generally averse to change, it can be really hard to tell whether your apprehension about a new situation is irrational fear of change, or a red flag you’re picking up on. It can help to evaluate in concrete terms what you think you might be noticing. 

For those of you who have a general aversion to change and want to be able to do new things sometimes: How do you deal with this? How do you tell when bad feelings are related to general aversion to change, and when they’re related to red flags you’re picking up on?

anonymous asked:

Hi, is there any way I can listen hurricane 2.0? I don't use spotify or something like that... Can I find it on Internet or Youtube?

It is actually all over the Internet - cause it’s been technically available since 2009 o_0

Tho, honestly? My fave collaboration between Kanye & Jared, besides this photo documenting their visit to a gay sex club in Paris (in the name of fashion):

And besides the time Jared actually got a full-on heartfelt almost immediate apology from a man who rarely ever apologizes for anything… And even better it was on Kanye’s blog (btw I miss his blog SO much. It was just the right level of bonkers and brilliant and shouty (tho he allegedly has a secret tumblr I’ve yet to discover)):

This was all spurred by Mars’ win at the  MTV 2008 EMAs which caused Kanye to state that Jared, while “his boy, shouldn’t have won over the other artists” that year. (For some context, this was about a year after Kanye’s mom’s sudden death which he felt - still feels - responsible for, he’d just broken off a long engagement, and he even said he didn’t deserve to win the award he won that year. So it wasn’t necessarily even about Jared. Or MTV awards. Or music. Or anything, really, except being in a very dark place and not being able to give yourself a break cause giving yourself a break to heal and come to terms with shit would mean you’d have to take an actual break and actually come to terms with shit. I think Jared understood entirely so instead of being upset, he invited Ye to collaborate.)

But above alllll that - I most adore this live collaboration below that I just may deem “performance art”:

I mean. So Kanye mentioned to Jared before the performance, what if I do a bit of “power”? And Jared was like YASSSSSSSS.

Kanye is probably the only artist, scratch that PERSON, Jared would probably willingly let hijack his band’s own song & performance. And it gives me all the butterflies.

Like, not only does he more than excitedly introduce Kanye in the midst of his song, but Jared seamlessly transistions into Yeezy’s bondage-clad, bleached-blonde hypeman with perf skin and beyond perf bone structure. Like he was made to do it. So natural.

And then as Kanye crouches into his Kanye-crouch to really get into the flow, Jared begins to skip around the stage like he is walking on goddamn air. Like, his love and respect for Kanye is so real and so endless it literally lifts him up where he belongs - in his head - and that is to hype Kanye.

Like, what is this cuteness???

Of course it ends with Jared running over to him & locking him in an embrace in front of tens of thousands of fans and millions watching around the world.

I know a lot of Mars fans do not care for Yeezus. And that’s totally fine. He is definitely not everyone’s cup of tea. However, it’s hard not to swoon a bit when you see someone *you* unabashedly swoon over unabashedly swoon over someone else. And I think we can all agree that Jared is forever into Kanye, like no matter what.

Even after the tear down on him Kanye did in the press; even after misspelling his name repeatedly as “Jeret” on his blog (tho, I am kinda digging that spelling - espesh if Ye was pronouncing it Jeret like “beret”); even after dissing actors turned musicians - Jared still asked Kanye to collaborate in 2009. And Kanye agreed.

They have quite the history (starting really at those early 2000s’ Fashion Weeks) and I think in a lot of ways, they’re very similar people.

Both are uber-creative and into design, fashion, style, art, film, production, the off-kilter, the different, having a million jobs, being in control, being boss. Both are often accused of being pretentious or egotistical in interviews (tho, Jared has def worked on clearing that perception, Kanye does not give a fuck). They share a lot of the same friends and collaborators. They’re insanely driven and complexly-obsessed with whatever they’re working on at that moment.

I think if two people truly make sense as contemporaries and friends, it’s them.

And I think while the admiration and respect and yearn for a friendship was definitely more one-sided (Jared-sided) at the start, there’s no denying it’s definitely matured into something they both nurture. Kanye supposedly had asked Jared to direct a video for him. Jared reportedly received an invite to Kanye’s wedding in Italy & afterparty at Versailles. If that don’t say ol’ buddy ol’ pal, I don’t know what does. Oh, well, maybe seating Jared next to your mother-in-law and like, him still wanting to visit a sex club with you days later.

And like, the pics of Kanye seeing Jared in October from Paris Fashion Week 2015? That is literally pure joy on Ye’s face. And like, legit actual laughter. Which we all know to be an exceptionally rare & precious thing.

Ohmyleto, I’d give anything to know what Jared was sayin….

While I’m not a fan of the verse Kanye added to “Hurricane” (it seems kinda meh, kinda like he was more concerned about appealing to Mars’ fans versus trying to get his fans maybe into Mars, as he’s done with other musicians like Chris Martin, Lady Gaga, Paul McCartney) at the end of the day it doesn’t even matter if Kanye kinda phoned it in. 

Cause it literally made Jared light up to have Kanye involved in any capacity and he was so goddamn jazzed to have a chance to work with someone he legitimately admires immensely. *That*, knowing and feeling that, beats any sorta-mediocre lines spit over some amped beats laid over what is originally a perfectly gorgeous song.

never IV ~ jonah marais

requested: yes

sO y/n goes to the wdw house cause jacks sisters are gonna help her get ready for a date and she bumps into jonah who is a mess from camilla breaking up with him and he apologises for not listening and y/n just gives him a ‘told you so’ attitude. then after the date with whoever he drops you at the wdw house and before leaving he tries to kiss you but you’re still struggling with trust issues from jonah but he keeps trying to force it. someone comes to the door or to the car and helps you out the situation and it’s jonah

summary: this takes place before & after y/n’s first date post-breakup and her interactions with jonah during that time, including an apology for claiming she was trying to break him and camila up and a little rescue mission performed by the talented and beautiful ex

warning(s): cursing (literally every one of my imagines)

word count: 1527

author’s note: ok so i’m not creative in any way possible but @phcnekisses is literally so good at creating ideas for this story. i hope you enjoy the fourth part. idk if i’ll write a fifth but if someone has an idea for a fifth part lmk. maybe something will come to me, maybe not idk man. hope you like it:)


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 part I, part II,  part III


My cold fingers slammed the door to the white two door jeep wrangler. It was currently freezing in LA. I’d always been used to freezing cold weather since it was cold where i grew up, but i’d easily gotten used to the warmth when moving to LA and now it was getting much colder and i definitely did not enjoy that. 

I walked up to the house and knocked on the door. There were a couple of footsteps from inside and suddenly the face of my rosy cheeked friend appeared and let me in. I gave Zach a big hug and stepped further into the house shared by him and his band mates, “ava and sydnie here yet?” 

“i think they’re in jack’s room” Zach informed me and I nodded my head, “i didn’t know you were coming over today” 

i nodded, smiling, “the girls are visiting and they told me that they’d help me get ready for a date” 

“ooh look at you getting yourself a date” Zach played and I rolled my eyes in a joking matter, “who’s the lucky guy?” 

“this cutie i met at the starbucks near me yesterday” I inform, “his name is Andrew” 

“sounds like you know a lot about the guy” Zach sarcastically told me.

“well that’s what first dates are for” i smiled and then placed my hand on his shoulder, “i should get back there. it was great seeing you” 

“you too” Zach smiled as I walked past him and into the house. I found Jack and Daniel’s room and stepped inside after pushing the door open. 

A smile appeared on my face as i looked at the three girls sitting in there. They each came up and hugged me, and I held onto Isla a little longer since she was so cute, “thank you guys so much for helping me”

“of course!” Ava told me with a smile and I looked towards the younger girl who had her makeup set up.

“i don’t really own any makeup, but i went out and bought some brushes to use?” i picked up my heavy purse and handed the plastic bag full of brushes to the two girls.

“perfect” Sydnie looked at them, “alright what’s the outfit of choice?”

I pulled out my bulky bag and grabbed the outfit i’d picked out, which was a yellow flowy shirt, black ripped jeans, and some boots. They smiled at the choice.

“hey, do you know where the towel’s are? i don’t want to get makeup all over jack’s bed” Ava asked me.

“yes, let me go grab one” i told them, smiling. 

I left the bedroom and turned into the hallway. I heard a few voices and looked to see Corbyn and Jack sitting in Corbyn’s room. I smiled and waved at the two of them before continuing to walk until I reached the kitchen. I looked through the cabinets and found a regular dish towel.

I stood up and was suddenly faced with a moping around very tall boy. Jonah stood in front of me with a bowl in his hands. His eyes were puffy and swollen, and he had large bags underneath them, “you look like death”

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anonymous asked:

Despite not supporting boycott movement(which consists about two users only), I have to ask- do you realize that by "they have to give us what we want" most fans all this time mean "equality for lgbt characters and characters of colors"? I don't want to be rude, it's just very upsetting how you purposely simplified such an important issue to vilify certain group of people (based on act of the few)

Thank you for your respectful message, I mean that. Since you expressed your concerns so calmly, I took the time to elaborate my stance a bit more, since I also come from a place of being upset. It’s a deeply rooted sentiment, so I hope you can be bothered to sit through all of it.

Oversimplification is a problem when it comes to engaging in online fandom. Within the group that probably feel targeted after reading my previous post, let’s say there are three subgroups (since we’re all simplifying anyway, please forgive me). 1. There are people who genuinely argue in favour of more equality for lgbt  and poc characters with legitimate arguments I agree with 100%. 2. There’s also a group of people who hijack these legitimate issues in order to bash other fans, because how on earth can someone argue against that without coming off as a racist homophobe? 3. Then there’s a third group that leech of these first two groups that don’t bother beyond: ‘No one cares about het drama, gives us Malec’, ‘Not Malec, not interested’, ‘No one wants Clace’.

The first group I support. I agree with their arguments, and they bring up legitimate issues that ought to be addressed. However, acknowledging issues in representation of a lgbt/poc ship does not mean one can’t support a straight white ship. I can be upset about the ‘strategic fade to black’ that was Malec’s first time, while also being excited for a Clace centric episode. Call me greedy, I just want it all.

It’s the second two groups I have an issue with. Group 2 bases their arguments on semi-truths, or truths that are not relevant for the argument they are making. This gives the discussion a broken foundation to begin with, and thus is impossible to engage, because how does one come up with a decent counter argument to a broken argument? To me, this is very upsetting. Genuine issues become trivialised this way, and custom fitted into an argument. High expectations not being met is not queerbaiting. A Malec scene being cut is not an act of homophobia. Scenes get cut, c’est la vie. I think they came from a good place when they released that bts picture, and never anticipated this backlash. Making an episode is more complicated than assigning scenes to couples, as if they have a quota for romantic fluff. Also, whereas it may be a handful of people being serious about a boycott, the ‘they should listen to what the fandom wants’ sentiment is a lot more popular, the boycott is just taking it a step further. 

The third group makes itself very guilty of oversimplification as well. It’s one thing to say ‘I don’t care about het drama, I only watch for Malec, and I do not want Clace’. Arguing that no one cares, and everyone is only in it for Malec is just not true. (This kind of non-arguing of course also exist in other fandoms. I’ve seen plenty of Clace fans claiming no one cares for Climon, only to criticise Climon fans in the very same post.) However, people in this group also frequently feels justified in arguing on behalf of the entire lgbt community. And that is just wrong no matter how you twist or turn it. A recent example: I criticised the outrage when that sneak peak came out where Jace gets the promotion over Alec. I was subsequently slammed for not understanding what ‘we, gays and bisexuals’ go through. This person must have looked at my most recent reblogs, which were Clace related, and come to a conclusion about me and my sexuality according to those random gifsets. How bizarre is that, when you think of it? I’m sure I alsohave come to the wrong conclusion as well about people on here, based on their Tumblrs, but I wouldn’t attack an individual based on that. Either way, in this situation I hinted that I, in fact, am not straight, but apparently was too subtle, and thus got asked directly whether I am straight. As if only my sexuality would validate my arguments that did not consider sexuality in the slightest, it’s just that that sneak peek happened to involve a gay character. 

Pan and bisexual fans, including yours truly, risk being excluded from the lgbt portion of any TV fandom by showing support for a straight ship, yet some people exclusively shipping lgbt ships feel justified in arguing on behalf of all of us. You can’t do that, period. Surely it comes as no surprise that someone who is attracted to people from both sexes in real life, would be interested in both straight and same sex ships. Supporting a straight ship doesn’t make me any less bi, just like being attracted to a man would suddenly make me straight. 

So, my post was not just about some randoms trying to organise a boycott. The boycott is the tip of the iceberg of a much larger issue that exists in modern fandoms. The Shadowhunter fandoms seemed to avoid many of these issues for a long time, hence my disappointment to see Shadowhunter related tags filled with such negativity and toxicity. It’s such a shame that such individuals can throw such a shadow over something many people enjoy, and it’s even more of a shame that these people shout the loudest, and thus are the voices heard.

Thank you for your message, thank you for reading mine. Feel free to message me again if you wish to comment. 

anonymous asked:

I saw a post the other day that said people seem to forget this: and then quoted "Zayn": "There’s no secret relationships going on with any of the band members" and I was thinking: People really seem to forget (or didn't really ever recognize) the ‘I won't mind’ lyrics. I know it's kind of an old topic but I think about this song so much! It's so beautiful and so telling and so obvious! But so many people don't see it. And I don't know it just baffles me so much... (1)

I mean he says he loves this person (“Don’t look around cause love is blind, and darling right now I can’t see you”) and that they are committed to each other (“we found the one thing we said we could never ever live without“) but it’s something hidden/secret (“we are who we are when no one’s watching“) and he’s “not allowed to talk about it”!!!… What or who else could this be about!? (2)

And the song had to be “leaked” with the words “Let the music do the talking” so Zayn definitely wanted to get the message out there… I think songs/lyrics are more truthful than interviews… and I think Zayns lyrics tell so much! I really really liked your analysis of the Mind of Mine lyrics! But I couldn’t find anything about I won’t mind… And I want to know what you think about that song and the lyrics? Or If you have made any posts about it could you please link me? Thank you:)) (3)


Hello!  The funny thing is that when I was done listening to Mind of Mine, my first thought was, “My favorite of Zayn’s solo music is still I Won’t Mind”.  The remix that Eminik made is really good, so I listen to that a lot on my mp3.

I’m not sure that it was leaked by Zayn exactly.  I think the Twitter fight between Naughty Boy and Louis was set up in order to draw attention to the drop and since that fed into the Zayn vs OT4 narrative and eventually the Zayn vs Naughty Boy fight, it was part of the official narrative.  

It was an official release framed as a leak.  They needed something to legitimize Zayn as a solo artist and put distance between him and One Direction in the public eye since his actual music wouldn’t be released for almost a year.

There are many ways for songs to be interpreted, but some are more direct and detailed than others.  The more details a song has, the harder it is to make multiple interpretations fit it.  I think “I Won’t Mind” is probably somewhere in the middle range.

I did a full interpretation below the cut XD

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Why Maiko doesn't work for *ME* Meta

Disclaimer: If you have easily hurt feelings about cartoon characters, please don’t read this. This is solely my opinion, and mine alone. I don’t care what you ship, have fun. Though, I must warn you, if the title didn’t make it conspicuous, this is not exactly a maiko-friendly rant. (Also, this might be a wee bit lengthy). Oh, and please don’t message me replies or debates. I’m just throwing this out there. I don’t want a shipping war. This is just my personal reflection after rewatching a lot of episodes.

With that said, here we go:

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sheloveskook  asked:

babe now i don't know if you're up for writing taegi but your latest jikook drabble (which is actually So Good i'm in lov) makes me think of the same au but with taegi on it. i know tae is clumsy but let's pretend bcs you know tae is one handyman jungkook recommend to yoongi and as returning the favor that is introducing tae to yoong, yoongi decided to recommend jungkook when jimin was asking for one (you know which happened in your latest drabble) so yeah but do what makes you happy babe n_n

i promise, taehyung-hyung is great, jungkook had said. yoongi eyes the man standing at his doorstep dubiously. he’s got on a backwards snapback, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, and looking every inch more like an abercrombie model than any handyman yoongi could imagine.

“… you’re taehyung?”

“yup,” taehyung says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “you’re yoongi?”

“min yoongi. hyung, to you,” yoongi answers automatically. the kid is annoyingly tall. yoongi eyes him for a few more seconds before reluctantly stepping back to let him in. taehyung is holding a toolbox, yoongi notes, and it’s about the only thing about him that seems legitimate. yoongi makes a mental note to berate jungkook for sending him someone who’s obviously new to the job.

“so, jungkookie says that your light switch isn’t working?”

‘isn’t working’ is an understatement. jungkook had probably been trying not to scare him off the job. yoongi scoffs, beckoning for taehyung to follow him to the living room. taehyung, to his credit, doesn’t even blink at the sight of the maimed light switch. namjoon had really done a number on it.

“well, i can definitely see the problem,” he says.

“can you fix it?” yoongi asks.

“sure i can. i’ve been told i’ve got magic fingers.” he wiggles them in yoongi’s direction with one eyebrow arched teasingly and yoongi scowls, looking away to hide his blush.

“yeah, well. we’ll see about that.” it’s a lame retort. yoongi could do better on his worst days, but something about taehyung makes him uneasy. it must be the words ‘yolo’ printed on his t-shirt - definitely not the handsome slope of his nose or the way his grin is charmingly square-shaped. yoongi doesn’t care about those things one bit.

yoongi is shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of music blasting from taehyung’s phone. taehyung shoots him a sheepish look as he pulls his goggles on, a small drill in his hands. “hope you don’t mind. i work better when there’s lots of noise.”

wouldn’t there be enough noise from him drilling through the wall? but his music taste isn’t bad - yoongi is fond of listening to san e himself - so he lets it go with a shrug, opting to lean against his couch to observe. 

yoongi quickly notices three things. taehyung sings to himself, which yoongi would normally find obnoxious, but for some reason, he finds the way taehyung mouths some of the lyrics off-beat and bobs his head along strangely endearing. secondly, he’s good at what he does. yoongi knows enough about electrical wiring and carpenting to know that what taehyung is doing is absolutely unorthodox and against all normal procedures of what fixing this light switch entails, but somehow, it’s working. he’s pulling at wires, reaching past the wall and attaching things where there wasn’t anything before, and the lights are flickering on.

thirdly, yoongi notices that taehyung is really fucking hot. like, completely yoongi’s type kind of hot - he’s tall, clearly smart enough to fuck around but somehow still get things done, and he really does have magic hands. so maybe that’s four things. but yoongi stops counting. taehyung’s phone blares chris brown and that’s kind of off-putting, but yoongi lets that go too.

taehyung finishes up, giving the switch a few experimental flicks, and it works perfectly. “i didn’t bring the right stuff to fix up the wall, so i’ll have to come back another time.” yoongi thinks he might have to have namjoon over to break some more shit if that’s what it takes to get taehyung to come back. “but for now, the light should work fine.”

“thanks,” yoongi says, digging in his back pocket for his wallet. “how much?”

taehyung quickly waves a hand. “oh, you don’t have to pay me. you’re jungkook’s hyung.” yoongi is about to protest, and taehyung notices. “just get me dinner. there’s a really sweet lava cake place that opened a few blocks away and i’ve been dying to go back.”

yoongi flushes, glancing away. had he been that obvious? “lava cake? do people eat that shit for dinner?”

“i’m not most people,” taehyung says with a blinding grin.

no, he isn’t. yoongi sees that already. it’s heart-racing, looking at him. discomfiting. yoongi hadn’t even known he’d yearned for such a sensation until now. “i’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow.” it comes out more like a gruff question than yoongi had intended, but he’s just relieved his voice is working.

if possible, taehyung’s smile widens. “you’re cute, hyung.” yoongi sputters but taehyung leaves no room for objection. “it’s a date, then! i’ll get jungkook to send you my number.”

and staring at taehyung’s happy face, yoongi thinks he really ought to thank jungkook after all.


“hey, kid. i’ve got a job for you.”

“a job? just ask tae-hyung to - ”

“no. it’s not really a job. think of this more like a… thank you gift.”

jungkook hesitates. “what is it?” he sounds wary, and yoongi is tempted to drag this on, but doesn’t, when he remembers that jungkook is the one who’d brought him and taehyung together, inadvertently or not.

“i got back in touch with park jimin recently. he’s doing well. got his own place. a job. hasn’t aged a day, either.”

“… so?” jungkook says, voice tight.

“he’s got a leaky faucet.”

jungkook exhales harshly over the line. yoongi bites back a smug grin. “don’t tell him it’s me coming.”

anonymous asked:

what do u think about bob's comments on belarke? although i'll never agree on sending Eliza hate this time I can understand why blarkes defend bob and they hate Eliza. I'm far from being his fan but this time I have to give it to him, not bc he said everything is platonic -we all knew that- but I really liked the way he explained the relationship between belarke. And also I liked that he said he wish the ships war ends, maybe his fans will listen to him.

First off, “I can understand why blarkes defend bob and they hate Eliza” There is NOTHING to understand. You don’t treat another human being the way Blarkes attacked Eliza due to her ONE less than stellar word choice when referring to ‘romantic Belarke stuff’.  You don’t send hate to anyone, especially for saying they like a fictional platonic relationship over a super fictional romantic one.

Second, Bob and Eliza have BOTH been consistent about what Bellamy and Clarke are to each other and how they portray that bond. Eliza and Bob have BOTH in the past have addressed their ‘distaste’ for this constant asking about Belarke in a romantic light. The only thing that Eliza said that was controversial was saying “belarke shit”, which if anyone with a functioning brain will realize is slang for ‘stuff’. Like watch this video below and you will see how Bob’s facial expressions to the mention of belarke say a million things he isn’t saying. And when Eliza said “belarrrrke” Bob said, “you’ve awoken the beast”…Bob called the fandom a ‘monster/beast’, right? I bet you anything if Eliza said that she would get hate. Anyways this is just a compilation of things said and done when ‘Belarke’ has been mentioned….

Getting back to Bob and Eliza loving the platonic bond of Belarke…which is actually revolutionary if you think about it. How many deep-seeded friendships between a man and a woman (that are the leads) have been portrayed that have never turned romantic? I can’t list one that is how few they are. This is something I think both Eliza and Bob want to represent. Bob and Eliza are friends with people of the opposite sex and they are probably also tired of people constantly thinking men and woman can’t be just friends and have a close emotional bond. I know I’m sick of it. 

Many many Clexa people also love the bond Bellamy and Clarke have and the m/f close platonic friendship they represent.  That you can love someone, trust them, open up to them, and it NOT be romantic. Think about f/f friendships that are like this….many people would just call the girls best friends. However, when it comes to m/f, due to heteronormativity, people want and expect these people to be a romantic item. This is actually something I have written in one of my posts about why I understand why people ship Belarke (x). This is something Bob said at a panel. This is what I believe is being referred to in the ask above. I completely agree 100% with Bob as to WHY people want Belarke together. Bob is basically saying in his speech that is due to heteronormativity of society that people think men and woman can’t be best friends and nothing more. (This is actually something I have written in one of my posts about why I understand why people ship Belarke (x).)

BOB: Oh, Belarke. You know, I understand people’s gravitational pull towards Belarke and the truth is, i love working with Eliza and most of the scenes where Bellamy is at his emotionally vulnerable are with Clarke. He shares a lot with her, so i understand why people want to see those two together. She makes him a better person or she makes him believe in himself, or…did. So I get it, I completely get it. HOWEVER, from my standpoint AS BELLAMY, I don’t think it’s a romantic relationship. But there’s definitely deep feelings there, that they need each other, that they rely on each other. And for some reason or another, he feels compelled to be open with her. And openness and being trustworthy are some of the most important things when it comes to relationships and those two. For some reason or another, they do open up and trust eachother…so yeah, i don’t blame people for “shipping” Belarke, but I don’t think it’s necessarily a romantic thing.”

I have not looked at the Belarke’s fandom’s reaction to this but I believe many of them are just dismissive of what Bob said. They say things like, “Sure Bob, the way Bellamy was looking at Clarke was completely #platonic” Which just makes me like?????????? Bob is the one portraying Bellamy!! His face and the emotions behind his portrayal are CANON. And what is he portraying??? An amazing platonic friendship between a man and a woman. AND if that is not enough…there has also things written into the script to show the comradery between Bellamy and Clarke. Like this is CANON for the belarke hug. 

Now, even though Bob and Eliza have basically been saying the same thing… why are so many people so quick to demonize Eliza? well…other than just being shitty people? I think it is internalized misogyny and a believing woman should “keep their mouth shut” while if a man says something they don’t like they just say “they’re problematic and are just not in tune to human emotions so they ‘don’t get it’ or see it. Oh a typical man, amiright? lol.” Many blarkes think Bob is basically a ‘god’ and can do no wrong. And you know what…it isn’t because Eliza is ‘pro clexa and lexa’ and vocal about it that is why she is demonized. Becuase there is another person that has been vocal about their love for Clexa and seeing the chemistry…someone that was actually one of the first Clexa shippers…

Honestly, it sickens me to see how many Blarkers have such a double standard when it comes to Bob vs Eliza and their distaste for ROMANTIC Belarke. Do they not realize how anti-feminist it is and is rooted in misogyny? It is quite sad if you think about it. Gosh, what pisses me off too is how upset Belarkers get at Bob & Eliza saying that they enjoy the platonic relationship but don't’ necessarily like it in a romantic way. Like….many Clexas say this too! …and then the Belarke shippers get angry at us for loving the platonic bond and not seeing it in a romantic way, and wanting that m/f friendship rep?  Now, I do think that what Bob said at the panel does help make Belarkers feel validated in their feelings. It is due to these attributes for amazing friendships often are in romantic relationships that Belarkers ship Bellamy and Clarke. The reality is that is also due massively in part by heteronormativity that people see Bellamy and Clarke’s friendship as a romantic one. Make Bellamy a Bella that has these same attributes of trust, loyalty, opening up to Clarke and I bet you anything Belarkers would only see it as platonic. A concept Belarkers don’t seem to get is that you can have deep feelings for someone and them not equate to romantic ones. 

So do I think the Belarke fans will listen to Bob? No, no I do not. I don’t have a problem with them shipping Belarke, but as soon as they demonize Lexa or Clexa to legitimize their ship that is what I have issues with. 

'Don't Ask' - SNK; JeanMarco (HBD, Mouse!)

Happy (early!) birthday to the lovely and talented thisismouseface, one of my favorite artists and an all-around wonderful person. :) Sorry it’s not longer, but I hope this little piece of fluff will make you smile. Have a great birthday!

Title: ‘Don’t Ask’ (SNK; JeanMarco) PG13?

Summary: “Do you even have to ask?”

(Jean has trouble asking for things. Good thing with Marco, he never has to.)

[For anyone who has read the other one-shots I’ve posted on tumblr, consider this the beginning of that story!]

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Making sure this post ends up in the right place. My sincerest adoration to all of my fans, viewers and our community. Thank you. <3 dernsuremlg:

How I Met The Creatures and all the other youtubers I watch.

Hey guys, Emma here. So I figured I’d do this as part 1 of my thank you to all of you for following me. I’m going to open up and tell you about me and how I found the creatures and all the youtubers I watch.

So for starters, I’m 15, I’m from California, I’m adopted and I have a brother and sister I don’t know anything about cause they were adopted by other people. I moved to Illinois when I was 2 weeks old and since then grown up on good old Plainfield, a small town about 40 minutes from Chicago. I am currently a Sophomore in high school, I’m dating a guy named Zach and it’s a long distance relationship, and I have been a fan of The Creatures for 3 years now.

I found The Creatures through goldenblackhawk and it was a complete mistake I even found Kevin. I had just lost my grandpa, was browsing through music and somehow he came up and I accidentally clicked a video. I honestly didn’t give a fuck about the video till something made me pause and listen. Soon after, I was stifling laughter and from that point forward, I watched as much as I could from him. I remember that night I stayed up till 2 am just watching a random series from him. Then, shortly after I found out about The Creatures because Kevin played withslyfoxhound and his friend Immortalhd.

From that point, I was hooked and started watching all three of them, mainly cause I felt happier. A while later, I found submit4nova and finally The Creature Hub channel and found all the other guys. From that point I watched zeroyalvikingdanznewz and everyone else, becoming a huge fan.

Then as time passed, I decided as of recent to fully change my tumblr to a creature themed blog and include things I liked and other fandoms, posting art here and there, but it wasn’t the only thing I found on here and other websites. I started making friends with people I’d never gotten the courage to speak to before. The basically made me open up and talk to people, people like amyflame, who I spoke to before on DeviantART and made friends with, just by bonding over artwork and the same interests.

It gave me confidence to not be afraid of being called a nerd in school and join tech club where I got to play videogames and interacted with fans of other gamers whom of which they introduced me to. People likelolrenaynay and gassymexican who I watch sometimes. It basically changed my life and made me who I am today by accidentally stumbling across a video.

Honestly though, I think it’s mainly you guys, my followers who kept me wanting to stay engaged and watch them, not just people on here, but on DeviantART, seeing your comments and approval on my art, getting to meet you all and finding out how nice you all are. It really kept me going, made me want to stay and you guys helped keep me happy when I was in my darkest moments. So basically I want to say thank you, thank you for 200+ followers, thank you for sticking around with crazy old me and thank you for being you, just all of you are amazing and I can’t thank you enough.

And I thank you, and everyone else who can tell a similar story, personally. This is a fragment of a dream I’ve dreamed of bringing to life since I first began to seriously devote myself to content creation. When I go too long without hearing something as honestly straight forward as this, I begin to forget a little why I do what I do. It’s refreshing to be reminded of what originally drove me; there’s some true power in having a good time, to share a nice vibe.

There’s days where I don’t interact with any fans, and I just play games or keep to myself, when it feels slightly overbearing sometimes. But the more I think about it, the more I know I can never let myself take every one of you for granted, even when it’s easiest to. I don’t understand everyone’s stories, and I can’t empathize with nearly any of you on a legitimate level because of my condition. Furthermore, I certainly wont be able to know everyone’s stories, or why you all watch me within the span of my life, but I can tell you all that I’m not the only one that makes a difference. Anyone that watches me that reads this, thank you.

Thank you for watching, truly. I can’t thank each and every one of you individually, for one reason or another, but you have to know that where I make a difference in your life, you equally make a difference in mine, if not more. Without your support throughout these four years, I wouldn’t be anything like I am today, I wouldn’t have anything like I have today, and I wouldn’t be happy, as I am today.

But you also have to see that you also impact other people positively by supporting me. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to make content, or anything significant for that matter. And without that content, someone who today shares with me a story of how I saved them, or changed their mind, or cheered them up, might not be around to share that story with me.

So on behalf of myself, and every one of my fans, to every one of my fans: Thank you for watching, and for saving us, changing our minds, and cheering us up. That’s why I can’t ever let myself take you guys for granted, as someone might tell me that I’ve saved them, you’ve each played an equal part in it. We’re all on equal ground, even when I’m just the face and the voice, each of you are truly important.

Knowing that is partly why I chose to call my viewerbase community “The Lovers” but never put emphasis on it. Not because I’m hiding the name but because of what the name in itself means. To be a happy people joined together as lovers shouldn’t be in name, where as lovers support one another in a relationship, “The Lovers” community supports each other, indirectly, and inadvertently. Without meaning to, it’s something that happens naturally throughout us all. And because of that, for a moment at least, there’s something good.

And that good is beautiful and genuine and true, and was born not on purpose and not by accident.

That’s more than worth living for, to me.

Thank every single person who read this, and everyone who will never see this.

You.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've been asked this before but, why do you think Sherlock such a jerk in the train car in TEH? I'm trying to make sense of it. John was on the path to forgiving him. Did he just need to have John confess his feeling so desperately that he took the opportunity to use a fake life-or-death situation for it? Is Sherlock /that/ emotionally incompetent?

Hah, there’s a lasting question.

It’s frustrating, isn’t it?  In a past season, the camera’s steady eye would’ve given the actors the screen real estate to show us what Sherlock and John aren’t saying.  Unfortunately, the directing in this episode spent a lot of time on flashy, sleek cuts and visual sequences.

There isn’t really a way to entirely make up for that, but we have to do our best.

Okay, so let’s start with Ivy Blossom’s commentary on Sherlock.  We’re all clear on that, right?  Good.  To be further clear, it doesn’t make him evil or irredeemable, and definitely not a psychopath.  It makes him fallible, blind, and emotional.

‘Emotional incompetence’ is a loaded phrase, though.  Sherlock is great at reading and understanding peoples’ emotions–when he’s paying attention.  But when he isn’t on a case or something, a lot of the time he’s not paying attention.  He thinks it’s a waste of his time and mental resources, and over the years he’s put a lot of work into not bothering with what other people think.  (As he explains to Mycroft, “Why should anyone mind?”)

ONE of the themes of this season is that finally coming back to bite him in the ass–over and over and over again.  And by the end of the season, he’s finally beginning to catch on, although he’s still missing some fairly significant things.  Always room for improvement, I guess.

Now, TEH.

There are two things going on with Sherlock and John in TEH, and they’re completely at odds.  On the one hand, there’s what Sherlock is doing.  On the other hand, there’s what Sherlock is thinking.

From a thinking perspective, Sherlock’s heart really is in the right place.  He’s faced John and realized belatedly how colossally he fucked up.  He’s tried his puppy-dog-eyes-and-insincere-sorries trick and it only made John angrier.  He feels terrible and wants to fix it.  He’s working hard (harder than he is on the case) to re-establish his bonds with all the people he’s missed–not only John, but also his parents, Mycroft, Molly, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson.  Hell, even Anderson.  But most of all John, of course.  John is the one he missed most, and he’s also the one who poses a problem.

Meanwhile, from a doing perspective, he’s just fucking up every time he sets eyes on John.  He’s not trying to.  The last thing he wants to do in this episode is hurt John more.  But he’s off-balance.  And let’s just face it, Sherlock’s mind is a little beachy atoll of love and civility, surrounded by a vast Caribbean-blue sea of shark-infested dickishness.  It’s just how he’s put together.  So blaming him for being a dick every time he opens his mouth is, in a certain sense, a little like being upset with a Brazilian for speaking Portuguese. (Although Portuguese is obviously a much lovelier language.)

So Sherlock tried for John first, as the person whose relationship he most wanted to get back.  He screwed it up so badly (or rather, he had screwed it up so badly by doing what he did in the first place) that he realized it was the one that would take the most work, and thus he’d have to leave it for last.  First, John (like Sherlock’s rats) needed some time and space to do his own thing.

And indeed, John (with Mary’s help, maybe, though I’m not sure she even had to do much) did most of his calming down himself.  In fact he did so much of his calming down that it’s not even clear that Sherlock needed to pull the stunt with the train car.

But we can break the train car stunt into two different pieces.  First, there’s the getting to it, the 'not calling the cops,’ etc.  Sherlock seemed legitimately surprised when the bomb activated.  I don’t think that was his plan.  I think his plan was just to go with John down to the train car and have a little one-on-one adventure time.  Which, yeah, that’s basically just their typical 221b courting behavior.

Then the bomb activated.

Sherlock was surprised.  Momentarily he was panicked.  He encouraged John to run in a moment of true, honest altruism.  After that (probably when John urged him to root around in his mind palace) Sherlock thought of the off switch (listen to him scrabbling at the bomb; his mutterings indicate he knows what he’s looking for).

Thus, for what it’s worth, the bomb stunt was an improvised trick/practical joke.  Though the way Sherlock lays plans, that might not be a comfort.  He doesn’t do impulses; he lays entire battle plans over the course of 30 seconds.

So why does he do it?

I’ve tried on a lot of different theories and reasons, and the only one that fits was that yes, he just wanted to make John say it.

But no, that’s not a 'just,’ necessarily.  Why would he want to make John say it? 

I can think of a number of reasons.  Some of them are more flattering than others.  Some that come to mind:

  • Maybe he was just being egotistical and wanted to hear it.  
  • Maybe he was feeling hurt and afraid that he’d lost the relationships he valued most and wanted to reassure himself that John really did forgive him.
  • Maybe it’s just so fucking hard to get John to talk openly about his feelings that he figured it might be his only chance.  
  • Maybe he hoped that having them spoken would help them both heal.
  • Maybe he just figured it’d make John laugh.

And It’s worth remembering that it did make John laugh.  Sherlock knows John. It was an absolutely terrible thing to do to John, and yet it was also the right call.

And that has to be the key.  It was an awful thing to do, and yet it was also the right thing to do.  And maybe the issue at hand was not John’s forgiveness, but the two of them sharing the kind of moment that no one but them could ever understand.  This is what Sherlock gives John that no one else can give him.

And yes, it’s a thing that’s totally fucked up.  We knew that in the first episode, when they were giggling over a dead body they had put there.  These guys aren’t normal.  John isn’t looking for a pal to play tennis and go on pub crawls with.

It’s also symbolic.  John thought Sherlock was a dead man.  But just when all hope seemed lost, he fixed it.

This is what I mean when I say it’s a kind of D/s, S/M relationship.  John’s in it for the crazed emotional highs and the brushes with disaster (well, and also to keep Sherlock from getting his head smacked in), and he trusts Sherlock to both deliver and get them out again in one piece.

Hmmmm.  Maybe that’s what their final conversation means, about “I asked you for a miracle” and “I heard you.”  It’s not an apology–it is in fact the very issue that made the whole Hiatus so very wrong.  But it is a promise.  "I will always work the miracle for you.“

Well, hell.  I think I parsed it.

alderaani-rebel  asked:

Hey, I wanted to ask you a question. Have you discovered a way to relate to teens without sounding cheesy? Our school has all these anti-drug anti-bullying campaigns, and it's always something like misused internet memes on the walls- Sarcastic Willy Wonka with a message that reads "Don't smoke!" Sometimes they just put hashtags in front of everything, or make text message posters, et cetera. Most of the kids ignore it and make jokes about it. I was wondering if you could give me some tips. Thx.

OKAY, so this turned out way longer than I expected it to! But I’m so glad you asked, because apparently this is something I feel very strongly about and did not realize until I started to talk about it. So here goes.

What I have found from working with teens is that they do not appreciate being patronized (shocker) and therefore do not respond to it at all. Putting a hashtag in front of something does not make it trendy. Those damn text message posters – while a pretty lame idea to being with – are often made even worse because WHY DOESN’T ANYONE WHO MAKES THOSE KNOW WHICH SIDE TO PUT THE INCOMING ‘TEXT’ ON AND WHICH SIDE TO PUT THE OUTGOING ONE ON? I have never owned an iPhone and even I know which way to do it so the conversation isn’t backwards and nonsensical.

So anyway: yeah, teenagers are going to make fun of that crap…because it’s total crap. And it’s actually little offensive that some adults think they can “get through to those damn kids” by co-opting their culture (I call this kind of stuff “youth culture”…I don’t know if that’s mislabeling it, but I don’t know of a better term to use) and misusing their colloquialisms. I’d be pretty annoyed, too. Especially when the teachers who come up with these brilliant ideas basically fall into one of three categories. They are pretty much always either:

a) completely missing the mark on how absolutely ANY of this stuff works and therefore are only embarrassing themselves and subsequently the students they are trying to reach,

b) unironically trying to “get in with the youth crowd” by using words they think the kids are using (pssst – that never works and they think you’re weird), or

c) purposefully trying to ruin something that teenagers enjoy simply because they do not understand it, and are super bitter humans who apparently can’t let anybody have fun without pitching a fit when they’re not invited to the party.

Think about it – how many times have you heard an adult say something along the lines of “Well I’m just going to use every slang word they use until it isn’t cool anymore, because I, an adulty adult, am using it [probably out of context and with an air of superiority and mocking in my voice every time I do so].”

So on to your actual question – how can we relate to teenagers without patronizing them? I think it’s simple – drop the nonsense. I 100% promise that you can have a conversation with a teenager about an important issue without having to use the word “hashtag” even once. You can talk to them – about real, important things – in a mature, real way. 

AND, believe it or not, doing so will get you so much farther than if you hang up a poster where it looks like Jesus is texting me to not do drugs but, lo and behold, the creator of the poster did it backwards so now it just looks like I’M the one trying to talk Jesus out of getting high this weekend. As a teacher, if I wanted to talk to my students about drugs…I just would. It doesn’t have to be prefaced with me trying to rap about anything. It doesn’t have to involve me trying – and inevitably failing – to sound cool. It’s more genuine that way.

So what do I do to ‘connect with the youths’? I don’t try to be one of them. I am not a teenager anymore (thank god). I am an adult who loves a lot of teenagers and wants what’s best for them. 

And yes, sometimes I would have long conversations with my teenage students about One Direction…because guess what? I legitimately like One Direction, so our conversations were two-sided and our shared interests were genuine. You know what I DON’T like? Those popular teenage boys who make the Vines and then have people pay money to meet them in a hotel lobby (??) or whatever it is. So you know what I DIDN’T reference in any of my conversations with my students? Those Vine boys. Because I just don’t care about them, and so any attempt of mine to talk about them would put me into one of the three categories listed above.

I’m not saying don’t try to connect with your students. Of course do that. I know about a lot of things that I personally don’t care about. I know about them because my students care about them, and they talk about them, and I listen to them. But there is a difference between listening to someone talk about something that belongs to them – their slang, their friends, their interests – and trying to take that thing and use it to manipulate them.

Your students will know if you’re being authentic. I’ve said it before in a million other contexts, and I’m saying it again now. Be yourself. (Now, definitely do keep up with current slang – I do so I know what the kids are talking about and can intervene if I know what they’re saying is offensive.) But don’t feel like you need to use that slang to connect with your students. 

You’re not friends with them. You’re not going to be. Leave the youth culture with the kids and just be yourself. Let them know you care. Find ways to connect with them that don’t involve mocking the way they speak. Even a nine-year-old can see through your bullshit if you try to act like something you aren’t. No need to put on a show to love your students.