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Reputation Theory by alltooalex

As November 10th is getting closer and more information is being shared each day about the songs on Reputation, I can’t stop thinking about the theory that the fifteen Taylor’s present at the end of the Look What You Made Me Do video are representations of the fifteen tracks on the album. Because of this, I have decided to compile all my own theories on Reputation into one big post to share with everyone here on Tumblr…

Track 1: The Birdcage Taylor / Ready For It
This Taylor is clad in orange and depicted inside a giant gold cage, referencing a prisoner. We already know that this track is ‘Ready For It’. The three lyrics of ‘me I was a robber first time that he saw me’, ‘but if I’m a thief then he can join the heist’, and ‘he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor’ all perfectly fit this image. This song is asking ‘are you ready for it?’ as in ‘are you ready for the intense media scrutiny that comes along with being in a relationship with me?’.

Track 2: Snake Taylor
Hiss hiss bitch, this Taylor has taken reclaiming her image to a whole new level by presenting herself as the queen of snakes. You think Taylor Swift is a snake? Watch Taylor Swift be the biggest snake you’ve ever seen! This look is pretty self-explanatory in my eyes. I think this will be the ultimate diss song to everyone who has ever wronged her. All the haters better watch their back, because we all know that all Taylor thinks about is karma.

Track 3: Shake It Off Taylor
This Taylor is the ballerina of the Shake It Off music video. Both the Shake It Off song and music video send the message that in spite of hate you should never stop being yourself. This Taylor says “yeah, you can’t possibly be that surprised all the time” recognising that Taylor is aware of the things people say about her, just like she was when she wrote Shake It Off. It’s hard to say what this track will be about because I think this album focuses on confronting hate rather than ignoring it, but it could be a song about Taylor being happy with her life right now. Shake It Off in its essence is about embracing life and enjoying yourself, and Taylor really has been glowing in the rare glimpses we’ve seen of her this era.

Track 4: Zombie Taylor
The Old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now… Why? Oh, cause she’s dead. I know this Taylor has a lot of links to the Kimye drama, but I think the most important part of Zombie Taylor is that she is the death of Out of the Woods Taylor. Out of the Woods Taylor represented a Taylor who had found herself outside of a relationship and was happy within her own right. I think the Kimye situation, as well as her breakup with Calvin and short-lived relationship with Tom, may have left Taylor feeling as if she had lost who she was. Similar to how she describes feeling All Too Well, I think this will be a song about finding herself again (or bringing herself back from the dead).

Track 5: Junior Jewels Taylor
This Taylor is a replica of Junior Jewels Taylor from her 2008 You Belong with Me video, except this shirt sports all the names of her current day friends! On Taylor’s past albums Track 5 has been the sad song™, however, I think Reputation might break this tradition and this will be a song about Taylor and her friends (think ‘22’ 2.0). Could the candids of Taylor’s upcoming music video (x), in which she is hanging out in London with some friends, be more evidence to support this?

Track 6: Dance Sequence Taylor / Look What You Made Me Do
This Taylor reflects the dark image she projected leading up to the announcement of Reputation. We already know that this track is ‘Look What You Made Me Do’. Through this track, Taylor is recognising the hate she received in 2016 and taking back her narrative through Reputation (‘maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours’). This song has loose ties to her Kimye fued, with this Taylor saying ‘what’s with that bitch?’ in reference to The Old Taylor and the lyric ‘I don’t like your titled stage’.

Track 7: Met Gala Taylor
This Taylor was super dramatic and over the top, gasping and holding a hand to her head. For some reason this Taylor gives me strong Wildest Dreams vibes, so I think this will be a love song about Joe. The fact that this Taylor was buried by Zombie Taylor could also hint at this being a love song, since the most popular criticism of Taylor in the past has been that she only writes songs about romance and relationships.

Track 8: 2009 VMAs Taylor
This Taylor is the iconic 2009 VMAs Taylor, referencing the night that started her eight-year long Kanye feud. Ironically, this Taylor says the quote that ended this same feud, ‘I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative’. I think this will be the Kanye song we all expect from Reputation, expect it will not be a repeat of Innocent because Taylor is not going to forgive and forget this time. Rumours out of the secret sessions say that there is a definite Kanye mention on Reputation – this is it.

Track 9: Receipts Taylor
This Taylor is full of sass and is ‘getting receipts, I’m gonna edit this later’. I think the most important part of this Taylor is the line ‘I’m gonna edit this later’. Leading up to her break, Taylor’s life was constantly documented, be it through paparazzi shots, excerpts from interviews, or even fan videos at her concerts. A lot of the things she did and often twisted into something they weren’t (such as Kim Kardashian editing her phone call with Kanye on snapchat, hence the ‘I’m gonna edit this later’). I think this will be a song about how Taylor is tired of being portrayed as something she is not.

Track 10: Fearless Taylor
This Taylor is a homage to the Fearless era, equip with her bedazzled guitar and all. I think this will be the sad song™ of Reputation. We have been told by those who attended the secret sessions that there is one track in particular that ‘made everyone sob’ (Fearless Taylor cries in the LWYMMD music video) and ‘has better lyrics than All Too Well’ (Taylor writes her best lyrics when it is just her and her guitar) – this is it. I also think this track could be about her breakup with Adam (Calvin), since that fits the sad song™ idea and Taylor wrote the country song Better Man about him (Fearless Taylor was country).

Track 11: We are Never Getting Back Together Red Tour Taylor
This Taylor is the only old Taylor from the Red era and she chose her We are Never Getting Back Together tour look for a reason. I think this will be a song about the moment she realised her and Adam are never ever getting back together, perhaps after he attacked her regarding ‘Nils Sjolberg’ on Twitter. This Taylor says ‘oh stop acting like you’re all nice, you are so fake’ in the LWYMMD video – could this be a hint that he portrayed the Nils Sjolberg incident as it was all her idea and she was to blame, when in fact that wasn’t the case?

Track 12: Reputation Taylor
I don’t give a damn about my reputation – or do I? This Taylor is the Reputation Taylor the mountain of old Taylor’s a striving to reach. This image demonstrates how she has worked so hard to be successful and build a career she is proud of, yet her achievements are constantly overshadowed by the negative image that is portrayed of her by the media. I have no doubt that the hate Taylor receives gets to her as she is only human, so I think this will be a song about what brought Taylor to write the Reputation album.

Track 13: Stream Co. Taylor
This Taylor references the drama that followed her after releasing the apple music letter and how everyone presented her as greedy despite the fact that she was just standing up for others. I don’t think this song will be about that, though. This Taylor is ‘blind for love’ so I think this will be a song about how Joe stole her heart / how they fell in love. I think Taylor would have been scared to fall in love after how her relationship with Tom was played out in the media, but her connection with Joe was strong enough to overcome that. There is a wedding ring open in this scene of the LWYMMD video, possibly hinting that Joe is the one for her? After all, this is track 13.  

Track 14: Biker Taylor
This Taylor is one bad ass bitch. Not only is she dressed head to toe in leather and rhinestones, she literally lifts up two motorcycles with her bare hands. Along with this, biker Taylor is quoted as saying ‘there she goes, playing the victim, again’, recognising one of the biggest insult Taylor receives. Because of all of this, I think this will be a song about how strong Taylor is now and how she is anything but the victim.  

Track 15: The Real Taylor
Finally, this Taylor is the real Taylor who cuts off the wings of her Reputation plane in order for it to stay grounded. I think this song will be the real heartbreaker of Reputation, and is quite possibly the song that made everyone cry from the secret sessions (if I am wrong about Track 10). I think this will be about how no matter what Taylor does and no matter how hard she tries, she will never be perfect. Similar to the idea of Clean, once she has this realisation she feels free and much happier. It is evident in this era more than ever that Taylor loves her fans and feels as if she can trust us. This is because not including her family and friends, we alone know who she really is.

thegrumpiestunicorn  asked:

I don't normally do these prompt things, but “I don’t mean to sound paranoid but I’m pretty sure you’re a serial killer" sounds really interesting. No pressure!

Bucky watches from his window as the guy who lives in C107 climbs up the fire escape in about five steps. He pauses when he sees Bucky and gives him a little smile and a salute. Bucky forces a smile back.

Because, despite the guy from C107’s blond hair, charming smile, and generally pleasant demeanor, Bucky’s pretty sure that he’s a serial killer.

— —

C107 moved in three weeks ago during the middle of the night, because that’s what serial killers do. They come in the middle of the night, murder everyone on their floor, and leave before anyone can find their bodies. It doesn’t matter that C107 smiles shyly at him in the mailroom or helps the old lady in E202 with her groceries; Bucky knows what’s up. He knows that C107 sneaks out almost every night and doesn’t come back until morning, and never through the front door. Once or twice, Bucky’s seen him covered with blood.

So the guy’s a serial killer, and Bucky’s not sure what to do about that.

— —

There’s a knock on Bucky’s door.

Bucky texts Darcy: It’s the serial killer and I’m going to die.

Darcy texts back: have fun!

It’s not a helpful answer.

Bucky takes a deep breath and walks towards the door. It’s better that he just opens it up and accepts his fate. It’ll be hard enough for the landlord to rent out his apartment again after everyone finds out that a murder took place; he may as well not make any messy clean-up bills by having the serial killer knock down the door or something like that. Makes things simpler in the long run.

He opens it.

C107 is standing there, shirt covered in blood. “Hi,” he says with a bit of a sheepish smile.

“Oh,” Bucky says, then promptly passes out, because if there’s one thing that Bucky isn’t good with, it’s blood.

— —

He wakes up on his couch, underneath a blanket, and with the fluffiest pillow in his apartment beneath his bed. He does not wake up in Heaven (or Hell, if all of those fire and brimstone ‘homosexuals are killing America’ preachers are to be believed) because C107 killed him.

Bucky blinks a few times, then hears C107 on the phone. “No, that’s not… I don’t care if he knows who I am! That’s the point!”

Bucky closes his eyes again. It’s not worth it. He’s going to die.

“Well, what was I supposed to do, Tony? March into his apartment in my Cap uniform and commandeer his laundry machine?”

That’s… kinky.

“No, no, I’ll… I don’t want to wake him up! I’ll talk to you later, Tony.”

Bucky opens his eyes again, just to be a little sneaky, but of course C107 is already looking at him. “Hi there!” he says, far too perky for someone with a shirt covered in blood.

“Uh, hey,” Bucky says, pushing himself up.

“Easy now,” C107 says, rushing over to the couch. “Don’t force yourself,” he says.

“Why would you care?” Bucky asks, a bit hysterical as C107 reaches out to touch Bucky’s forehead with the back of his hand. “Since you’re here to murder me, and all.”

C107 drops his hand. “What?” he asks, incredulous.

“I’ve seen you! Crawling through the window at night! You’re going to kill me and honestly? I’m not prepared for it. I have… four things to live for. At least. Maybe five.”

C107 just stares.

“Six?” Bucky offers. “I’m not sure I can list more than six, to tell the truth.”

“I’m… I’m not going to kill you,” he says.

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “I have a hard time believing that.”

“No, no! I’m… I needed to borrow someone’s laundry machine and I saw you were up. That’s all.”

Bucky blinks. “You have your own in your unit.”

“It’s busted,” C107 says.

“Because you put bloody things in it all the time?” Bucky asks.

C107 snorts. “No, because the last resident and their partner had relations on it and busted it.”

“Go Kevin,” Bucky says.

C107 laughs. “Anyhow,” he says when he’s done, “I’m not here to kill you.”

“That’s a relief.”

“I mean, I have killed people before,” Bucky’s eyes go wide then C107 says in a rush, “but most of them were Nazis.”

“I’m not following here,” Bucky says, throat dry.

C107 sighs. “Okay, it’s. I’m. Captain America?” he says, wincing. “And I was just wondering if I could borrow your washing machine.”

Bucky nods. “Alright, okay, that’s…”

And it’s a good thing he’s already on the couch, because he passes out again.

BTS Reaction - Pulling away


Jin’s practically shaking with laughter as he tells you his anecdote, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, but really, you’re only half-listening.

“And then Kookie, he said-”  Jin cuts himself short when he looks at you from across the table, his eyebrows starting to pull downward into a frown as he realises how little you’re actually paying attention.  Usually you’d be laughing along with him - you’ve got the same lame sense of humour he does, and he loves you for it - but tonight you’re just staring at your plate, poking at your food, and it’s starting to unsettle him.  “Jagi, is everything ok?”  

“Hm?” you ask distractedly, only glancing up at him for a moment before your eyes drop once more.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“It’s fine, Jin, I’m just… I’ve just gone off fish a little lately,” you tell him.  It’s a lame excuse, but you’d rather tell him that than tell him the truth - tell him that the reason you can’t eat is because you feel so nauseous with anxiety that you might throw up if you eat anymore.  

“Ah, it’s a good job I made your favourite dessert then!” he says enthusiastically, getting up from the table and whisking your still-full plate out from in front of you to take it to the kitchen.  “Can’t have you going hungry.”  

God, why does he have to be so sweet all the time?  So god damn perfect?  It’ll only make it feel so much worse when it eventually falls apart - and you know it will, because when you’re involved everything always does.  It’s inevitable.  

“You know what, I think I might just go home,” you say quickly, before he’s even managed to pull on his gloves to take out the apple pie you can smell cooking in the oven.  He falters, coming to a standstill between the kitchen counters, and when you finally bring yourself to look at him it makes your heart thud painfully.  “I don’t feel too good.”  

“Ok, let me drive you-”

“It’s fine, I’ll get a cab.”  If you say ‘it’s fine’ one more time this evening you think you might punch yourself in the face.  It’s not fine, nothing is, but you know it’s best you pull away a little now, before you both get in too deep. At least it might help to soften the blow.  

“Ok….” you hear him mumble as he turns off the oven and you pull on your coat.  He walks you to the door, and now it’s him that can’t look at you.  “Hope you feel better soon.”  


“See you soon?”

“See you soon,” you reply, and it feels like a goodbye.   

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“So I was thinking; there’s a new Mexican place that’s opened,” Yoongi tells you, his voice sounding even lower than usual over the phone after he’s clearly just woken up.  “You wanna go check it out sometime?”

“Hm… I dunno,” you mumble, rolling over in bed, your cell smushed between your ear and the pillow.  

“C’mon, their churros are supposed to be the shit.”  Despite yourself, you end up smiling at Yoongi’s words.  You wish you hadn’t though.  That momentary flicker of happiness now just makes you feel all the more miserable as you stare at the picture of Yoongi and you you’ve got pinned to your bedside cabinet.  

“I don’t really like Mexican food…”  You’re trying so hard to find an excuse not to make plans, to avoid seeing him for a little while.  It’s not that you don’t care about Yoongi.  Jesus, you most definitely do - but therein lies the problem.  It’s starting to feel scary now, how close you’re becoming.  You’re seeing each other too often, he’s texting you every day, and it feels wrong now if you go to sleep without hearing him say goodnight.  This growing dependency on him, this vulnerability; it’s terrifying.  

“Since when?” he scoffs, and all you can do in reply is sigh.  There’s a silence on the other end of the line, and in the end you have to roll away from that picture of the two of you that you love so much.  His eyes are too penetrating, too perceptive, even in a frozen image.  “What about chinese then?  You love chinese.”   He’s right, you do, and there’s no way you can deny that - not when the last time you went you ended up stuffing your face so much that he had to nurse you with a bad belly for the rest of the night.  

“Can I maybe just take a raincheck?  I’ve got so much work to do, Yoongi, and I’m sure you’re busy too.”  

There’s silence again but this time it feels uncomfortable, and it’s making you fidget even without being able to see the frosty expression you know he’ll be wearing right now.  

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Noona?  I’ve done it enough times myself to know when someone’s holding back.”  You swallow hard, staring at the wall and starting to chew your thumbnail nervously.  What are you supposed to say when he’s called you out like that; made you feel like the idiot you know you are?

He gives you an adequate amount of time to reply, to turn back from this road you’re travelling down, but when no response comes you hear him sigh, even his voice turning cold when his next words travel into your ears.  

“Either call me when you’re ready to get real, or don’t bother calling me at all.”  

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“Ah, babygirl, that was amazing.”  Hobi’s still panting from exertion as he lies next to you, staring at the ceiling with the goofiest of grins on his faces.  He’s always like this after you’ve had sex, always deliriously happy, like every time you do it is his first time, and you know what’s coming next.  

He rolls onto his side, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover your naked, sticky bodies and then snuggling closer, slinging his arm over his hip and pulling you close, sweat be damned.  He always gets so affectionate too, so tactile when he’s dosed up on oxytocin, and though at first you loved it, lately it’s become nothing but a source of anxiety to you.  It’d be fine if cuddling was all it was, but it’s not just that.  No, Hobi insists on lying there staring at you like you’re his everything, his entire world, his eyes taking in every little of your face until you end up laughing and batting him away, telling him to stop being such a freak.  

You don’t want him to look at you like that and nor do you want to be placed on his pedestal; not when you know it’ll make your inevitable fall from grace so much higher and more painful.   You don’t deserve all these loving looks and touches, not when you’re going to break his heart.  Though you don’t yet know how it’ll happen yet you know it will, because it’s just what you do.  

“I wish we could do this all day, every day,” he says wistfully, reaching up to thumb your cheek, staring back into your eyes.  You try to diffuse things with humour, rolling your eyes and pushing his hand away from your face, trying to ignore the way hurt flickers across his face.  

“That’s ‘cus you’re a horny bastard, Hobi.”  You sit up to put some distance between you, running your fingers through your hair to try and put it right.  Of course, he then sits up too, smoothing out the part of your hair at the back you can’t see to fix with his gentle hands.   

“Not just for that,” he persists, smiling cheekily, “I just like having you here, sex or no sex.  C’mon, wouldn’t you love to wake up to this face every morning?”   

“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, trying not to let your mind even hope to dream of your life ever being so wonderful.  You need to get out of here, before he starts dangling more perfect happy-ever-afters in front of your face, lies that you know will never come true.  Finding your underwear you start to get dressed, avoiding the questioning look in Hobi’s eyes.

“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”

“Yeah…” You pull your sweater on, glad that it hides your face, even for just a second.  “But I’ve got a lot I need to get done so…”  

“I’d kind of… I mean I’d planned on us having the whole day together…” he says quietly, unable to hide the disappointment and confusion on his face.  “If I’d known you were gonna go so soon I wouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry, Hobi, it was fun.” You slip your feet into your shoes, practically running to his bedroom door as soon as they’re on, forcing a false smile on your face.  “I had fun.”  Fun, that’s all it is… it’s all it was ever supposed to be.  You weren’t supposed to end up liking him, needing him, lovin- “Let me know next time you wanna hook up.”  

“Hook up,” he repeats, his voice breaking.  Hobi looks like you’ve just plunged a knife straight into his heart, and though it breaks your own to see him in so much pain, you know it’s for the best.  Better now, rather than later.  “Right… sure.”  

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“So… what do you think?”  

What do you think?  You think the song you just heard was amazing; one of the best Namjoon’s ever written, and that’s saying a lot when he’s so ridiculously talented to begin with.  You’re stunned, dumbstruck by the fact he’d write such beautiful lyrics about you, for you, and if you were a better person you’d probably start to cry with joy that your boyfriend wants to tell the world just how much you mean to him.  

But you’re not a good person, not like him, not even close, so instead of telling Namjoon how proud you are of him, how much you’ve come to love him, you say anything you can think of to drive a wedge between you.

“I don’t think you should put it on the album,” you say blankly, trying to keep your face impassive as you look back into his hopeful eyes.  “I don’t think the executives would be happy with it.”  His face falls, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to fathom you’re unexpected response.  You see his jaw clench, and you know he’s trying so hard to brace himself for whatever constructive criticism he thinks is coming.  It’s taken a long time for him to learn to do that so graciously; yet another skill he’s mastered.

“You don’t like it?  I know the bridge needs some work, but I can fix-”

“The song’s fine, Joonie,” you interrupt, making him pause mid-swivel in his chair to turn back to you rather than his desk.  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.  ARMY won’t like you shoving your love-life in their faces - they want you guys permanently single so they can keep all their little fantasies about you.” Namjoon seems stunned into silence for a moment, and honestly, you’re a little impressed at just how reasonable your argument sounds too.  Cold, yes, but logical.  Surely with his big brain Namjoon should be happy enough accept your reasoning and let it lie?  

He’s quiet for a long while, face pensive until he finally get up out of his chair and comes to sit beside you, taking your hand.

“I don’t care.  We’ve always been able to write write the music we want… how we want it.  And the fans want us to be happy.”  Well… how do you argue with that?  He sits stroking the back of your hand with his thumb while he waits for you to say something, and now your mind has gone blank, unable to think of anything to say that won’t just sound harsh or cruel.  

“You might be happy to tell the world about us, Joonie but… I’m not.”  Harsh it is then.  You take your hand back, clamping both of them between your legs as you look to the floor, avoiding the hurt in his eyes.  “We never said this was going to be anything serious.”

“I see.”  His voice is tight, controlled as he speaks, suddenly sitting up straighter. He waits for a second, perhaps to see if you’ll sat any more, take it all back, but when you don’t he simply returns to his desk, facing the screen like you’re not even there.  “You may as well go home… I’m gonna be up all night trying to re-write this.”  

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Your phone goes off for what feels like the hundredth time today, an unpleasantly harsh trill that shrieks through your otherwise quiet apartment, and once again you have to fight the urge to look, to read the text you know is waiting for you there.  If you look you’re more likely to reply, and you’re trying so, so hard to give yourself some space, to put some distance between you and the man you’re getting far too close to.  

You know what it’ll say anyway, more or less.  It’ll be Jimin being his usual sweet self, asking if you’re ok, asking you to please, please get back to him.  Why aren’t you replying?  Are you sure you’re ok?  Do you need him to come over?  Why are you so quiet?  It’s killing you. Every time your phone goes off it feels like a punch to the gut, because you do so desperately want to reply.  But you can’t, you mustn’t.  You’ve gotten too attached to him, too attached to this perfect boy whom all the girls want to touch.

You’re not stupid.  You’ve seen his fan-pages, you’ve seen the things they say about him.  And it’s not like you can blame them, but you’re too insecure to deal with having a boyfriend who’s wanted by so many.  You’ve been cheated on once before, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises he’s too good for you and does the same; finds another girl who’s prettier and thinner and more interesting than you.  It’s better for you to protect yourself now, to pull away while you still can, before it’s too late.  

So you ignore his messages even as tears roll down your cheeks, lying on the sofa and holding yourself, just waiting for it to stop hurting so much.  Time passes, although you don’t keep track of how much; all you know is that eventually it goes dark outside, and your tired eyes are just starting to droop when all of a sudden your doorbell rings, jolting you awake again.  

You shuffle your way over to the door, half-asleep and wrapped in your blanket, pulling it open before you think to look through the spy-hole to check who it is.  Of course it would be Jimin standing there to see you looking like this, like the mess that you are, his eyes widening as he takes in your bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby… baby, what’s wrong?” He steps inside before you can stop him, wrapping you up in his arms over the top of your blanket, pulling your head into the crook of his neck.  

You don’t want this, or at least for second you try to tell yourself that you don’t… but it’s just no use.  Relenting, you let yourself be held by him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave that’s become synonymous with happiness and giving yourself over to it all, at least for now.  You let him kiss you with your face in his hands, let him promise you that he’ll make it all ok, and you let yourself believe in this lie, just for a little while longer.  

“You know I love you… Whatever it is, baby, we’ll fix it… I love you,” he tells you over and over, his face pressed into your hair and all you can do is cry because you know you love him too, and you know it’ll never be enough.  

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“Tae, Tae, stop it!” you giggle, trying your best to throw him off whilst ensuring you’re clenching your pelvic floor as hard as you possibly can; he’s be tickling you for what feels like forever now, and you’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction of peeing yourself for him to tease you about that too.  

“Not until you call me Oppa!” he shouts back, sat on your stomach, his bony fingers digging into your ribs as he grins down at you.  He’s such a masochist - you know he’s getting off on this really, watching you squirm and struggle.

“You’re like one month older than me, weirdo!”

“Op-pa!” he persists, accentuating every syllable, his eyes narrowing when you shake your head.  His fingertips start to creep towards your armpits, your weakest spot, and no matter how hard you try to push his hands away he’s just too strong.  You barely make it ten seconds before you’re shouting ‘oppa’ over and over again, tears streaming from your eyes, just wanting it to end.  Finally, he relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

That’s when you chose your moment to strike.  You reach out to twist his nipples through his shirt, grinning wickedly, but before you can do anything Taehyung’s grabbed both your wrists and pinning them above your head, growling like an animal.  A beat passes where you just look at each other, both out of breath, and then you’re laughing again, in hysterics as you so often are when you’re together, only stopping when Taehyung eagerly crashes his lips against yours.

You expect the kiss to become more passionate, if anything, so you’re surprised when it gets softer, Tae letting go of your wrists to stroke his hands gently through your hair and down onto your face.  When he pulls away, still rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks, there’s something shining in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before, some emotion that until now has been unknown.  You know exactly what it is though, you know because it’s exactly the same thing you can feel swelling in your own chest.  

He opens his mouth to speak, and that’s when you panic.  You’re not ready to hear those words again, and you’re certainly not ready to say them again.  Not after last time, not after what happened when-

You sit up abruptly, pushing him off you and hurrying to stand, grabbing your jacket from the sofa to leave before Taehyung snatches it back from your hand after having stood up almost as quickly as you.  He look so confused, his mouth hanging open, head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of your sudden and unexpected change in behaviour.


“Just don’t say it, Tae,” you snap, snatching your jacket back but just holding it there by your side, fist clenched, “I don’t want to hear it, ok?  Don’t say it, because you can’t take it back.”  

“Jagiya…” he whispers softly, his eyes starting to mist over with moisture, chin practically trembling as you flinch away from the touch of his hand.  

“Just… just leave it, please?”  You sound like you’re begging, on the verge of tears now too, and before he can try to reach out to you again you run from his apartment, leaving Taehyung to dissolve into tears, wondering how on earth it all suddenly went so wrong.  

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He’s been getting possessive lately - it’s all too obvious for anyone who looks to see.  Every time you hang out with the rest of the group he keeps getting all… handsy.  Not in an inappropriate way or anything, but any time you’re talking to another guy he’ll just casually wrap his arm around your waist or lay it across your shoulder, like he’s subtly marking his territory.

You’re sure other girls wouldn’t mind.  They’d probably love to have someone like Jungkook lay his claim on them, thrilled to be considered such a prize worth protecting, but when he does it to you all you can think about is your ex-boyfriend and how he used to be exactly the same. Jealous, possessive, irrational, constantly accusing you of cheating even though he was the one that was fucking your best friend behind your back.  Ex-best friend, should you say.  

There’s a lot of ex’s in your past, for one reason or another, and that’s why after a few dates you’re still resisting Jungkook’s attempts to make the two of you into something more.  You can do without another ex to add to your list, thank you very much, no matter how much you can feel him getting under your skin with each and every day that passes.  That’s just another reason why you want to keep him at arm’s length - you can’t afford to let yourself be vulnerable.  Not again.  You’re not letting anyone hurt you like that ever again.  

Jungkook seems to be feeling particularly threatened today, though you’re not entirely sure why.  Perhaps it’s because of the skirt you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way Yoongi keeps looking at you from across the room, but either way it’s starting to get your back up.  He doesn’t own you, and it’s the desire to show Jungkook exactly that that eventually drives you across to the other side of the studio to sit down next to Yoongi, smiling like a cheshire cat.  

You can feel his eyes on you the moment you strike up a conversation, eyes that you pointedly ignore, choosing instead to act like everything Yoongi says is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.  You lean your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you laugh, placing your hand on his thigh and leaving it to linger there far longer than necessary.  Yoongi’s loving every second of it, lapping it up until Jungkook finally snaps and comes striding over, trying to look casual and failing miserably at doing so.

“Namjoon wants you,” he tells Yoongi, not even looking at his elder as he says it.  No, his eyes are fixed on you, full of both anger and hurt, and the moment Yoongi gets up with a groan Jungkook is taking his spot, flopping down at your side.  You see him tick his head to the side, clenching his jaw in the silence that follows, and find yourself smiling before you can help it at his adorable habit.  

God damn it, you really need to put a stop to this now, before you get even more attached than you already are.  

“Why were you acting like that?” he asks after a moment, once he’s sure the rest of his friends are sufficiently preoccupied.

“Acting like what?” you reply, sounding as innocent as possible, and you know it’s pissing him off because his jaw clenches again, his hands balling into fists and relaxing again where they hang over his knees.

“Flirting with Yoongi like that.  You were all over him.”  

“So?” you blurt out, only realising after you’ve already said it just how cold and callous you sound.  Jungkook actually looks taken aback when you turn your head to the side to look at him, his usually soft, doe eyes widened in confusion, no anger left to see.  

“So…?” he repeats quietly.  You stare him out, trying not to flinch at the sharp feeling of guilt that stabs through you when he falters first, turning his head with a shake and looking to the ground, swallowing against the lump you can guess that’s forming in his throat.  “I thought…”

“We’ve been on like… what… four dates, Jungkook?”  You sound condescending and cruel, and you hate yourself for it.  What a heartless bitch those exs have turned you into, huh?  “You can’t tell me you thought it was serious?”  

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

all but washed in the tide of her breathing

Ok so blame @the-pontiac-bandit for this entirely. And giant thank you to @elsaclack for reading this after I convinced myself it was garbage.

Jake’s never prayed in a hospital hallway before. He’s seen plenty of people doing it, sometimes on tv, sometimes on an average day in his job. It’s always sickened him a little, stuck with him, caught in his thoughts, the fact that watching someone praying that they don’t lose their whole world is just another day at work for him. It must be worse for the doctors and nurses, he guesses, the people on the very front lines between life and death. The memory that’s sticking in his mind, right now, on the hospital floor, is the man who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with his family.

He remembers it sharply, acutely, agonisingly, even though it was years ago now, and memories from the days before that one are faded, time-bleached. The man had paced the floor for two hours, the whole time Jake had been here with his old partner. His eyes had been wild, his lips graced with whispered curse words, prayers, spit-flecked bargains, and blood had been running down his arms from his neck wound. But that hadn’t mattered to the man. Oliver Lawson. His name had been Oliver Lawson. And once those two hours had been up, a doctor and two nurses had approached him with certain looks in their eyes, looks that Jake didn’t have a name for. Looks that Oliver understood instantly, like the half-madness of terror and grief had taught him a new language, taught him to understand what each individual crease on someone’s face meant. Oliver had crumpled to the ground, screaming a sound that Jake never knew humans could make. Through being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Oliver Lawson’s wife and two daughters had been lost to him forever.

Jake wonders, from the cold hospital floor, knees drawn to his chest, where Oliver is now. Whether he still replays that day over and over in his head. Because if this goes the way that Jake has convinced himself it’s going to, he can’t see himself ever leaving this day, not really. His body might carry on (or actually, it might stay here on the pale blue tiles forever), but his brain will live right here. It will analyse every single thing that’s happened since they woke up this morning, wondering what he could have done differently. It will rewind to her excited, apprehensive smile. To her, ‘the baby’s coming. She’s coming.’

A hand find Jake’s shoulder, and he snaps his attention to the faces in front of him. They’re not doctors, or nurses, not angels, not some deity come down to say they’re sorry. It’s Captain Holt and Rosa, crouched in front of him, hands on his shoulder. Rosa’s face is stony, determined, brow furrowed, jaw set. Captain Holt’s is sombre, readable for once. For a split, blood-turns-to-ice second, Jake’s convinced that they’re here to tell him. That they’re here because the nurses couldn’t face him, so they’re making his friends tell him instead. They’re only here because Amy went into labour whilst Jake was at work, only here because he announced to the whole precinct that he was gonna be a dad real soon. Only here because everyone swung by once the night shift took over, because they were excited too.

“Did she-?” Jake can’t finish the sentence, can’t even wrap his tongue around the words properly. They splutter and falter in his mouth, the taste of them making him feel sick.

“We haven’t heard yet, son,” Captain Holt tells him, squeezing his shoulder.

“Come sit down,” Rosa reaches for his hand, nodding in the direction of the waiting area.

“I can’t.” They don’t get it. He’s sitting right outside of the doors of the hallway that leads to the operating theatre. If he sits right here, if he keeps wishing and praying and listening, something’s got to work.

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[Voltron]: homecoming

Title: homecoming

Read it on [AO3]
Words: 2,608
Pairing: Sheith
The mission is more important than the individual.

But not Shiro. Never Shiro.

Oh man. So I wrote this fic as a way to help process my feelings about S4 because I just can’t get over the fact that every time Keith realizes Shiro (and the team, but mostly Shiro) is in trouble, he drops everything at once to rush in and save him, every single season. It’s just so touching, no matter what you see their relationship as, and I’m just so emo from the S4 finale and what that instinct of Keith’s led into.

So here’s a little thing, also inspired by my friend @breeeliss’s tumblr post here where Shiro and Keith webcam and catch up while they’re apart. Hope y'all enjoy!

special thanks to @ashinan @keith-shiro and @kcgane :D

Also on AO3.

They’re letting him go. Keith knows it’s for the best.

But just know that we’re here for you whenever you need us.

He pulls away from the hug, content with the way their differences worked themselves out. They want the best for him and he couldn’t be more thankful.

As he heads towards the exit, he looks back at them. Hunk, Coran, and Pidge are tearful but accepting. Shiro, Allura, and Lance are full of hope. They’re all smiling at him with pride in their eyes, the kind of pride one would expect from family, the kind Keith’s never experienced before meeting Shiro.

His eyes make a final sweep over his team and linger on Shiro. The understanding in his expression is the same one Keith fell for all those years ago: the silent gaze that’s always made Keith feel known. Seeing it now, Keith knows with certainty that Shiro has never needed any further explanations. And after everything he’s gone through to get Shiro back, it’s now Keith’s turn to leave.

I know you are. And I can’t tell you how much that means to me.

He’s glad for it. The Blade is important to him — it’s where he’s meant to be. Just like Shiro was meant to be in the Black Lion. To be a leader.

They will accept this. They have to.

And even if they don’t, Keith doesn’t plan on giving them a choice.

So with a smile and one last look, he departs from his newfound home in pursuit of another.

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If the Fates Allow (Part 1)

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first oneshot in a family series I’ve been meaning to start for a really, really, really long time with my oc, Evan, and Harry. They’re not in chronological order, but I’ll try my best to organize them well. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any comments, questions, concerns, or lifelong ambitions, please feel free to ask! I also would like to thank @trulymadlysydney , @bribe-the-door , and @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy for beta reading this before it went up. They’ve been amazing. 

Also: Please do NOT post this anywhere else. 

So without further adue, I present to you my second oneshot ever.

It all started out so innocent. One innocent question with no intent to harm how things were between them. Everything had been good. Well, more than good. It’d been wonderful for both of them. They loved each other. One innocent question had completely destroyed their safe haven and Evan wished she could take it back.

“What do you want in the future? Like, do you want the big house with the lush garden and little ones running around in it? Do you want to get married? All that jazz.” She’d thought nothing of it at the time, and neither did he, really. Sure, the question kind of blindsided him, but neither of them would have even guessed to have been blindsided by the worms opening this can brought. 

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Don’t Worry

God you guys after every season I totally obsess over this show (especially my son Lance here) now I’m a fan of langst. Not because I think Lance needs to suffer but I enjoy suffering in general which totally says something about me. 

Anyway I was just thinking about Lance and how he gets pushed aside a lot in the show. I get that it’s hard to balance so many characters but I hope that he gets his chance to shine! I know after the latest season concerns are directed towards Keith (as they should be because OH BOY) but at the same time the spotlight once again as been taken up by Keith, who isn’t even in this last season as much! 

I do hope that he comes back to the team and that Lance is essential in that process. But I also want my boy’s concerns to be addressed and I want a couple episodes devoted to Lance because he deserves it! He has grown so much since season one and I just want him to shine! 

Anyway rant ended, enjoy! 

As a Portuguese native speaker i’ve been thinking about the meaning of the word casca ever since i saw the sketches from chapter 348. Also, as a biology student i caught myself thinking about how “cascas” work on nature and its importance. I saw around internet that Miura chose this name to our Casca because it means she is empty inside, it might be, but i couldn’t disagree more considering what casca actually means in my language.

First, cascas are strong and resistant structures because it’s supposed to protect something. Just like our girl, she had to be strong for the sake of protecting someone ele’s dream (griffith, ew). But now she’s broken, and the sketches show it clearly. I know some people say that it means that she’s so broken that she can’t be mend again but here comes the greatest part: in nature, every casca has to break first in order to provide a new life. And that’s exactly what i expect for her character from now on. She’s broken, yes. But she will rise again, and this time she won’t rely on anyone else but herself. And i can’t barely wait to have my warrior princess back!!!!

On this day 170 years ago, Jane Eyre was published. (I think. I’ve read varying accounts- some say Oct 16, others Oct 6.)

This book is special to me because… well, I hated it at first. I picked up the book again two years later, and what a difference two years of maturity made. The deeply flawed characters that had once annoyed me now were fascinating. It was the first ‘romantic’ storyline that I ever cared about. I’ve read it about seven or eight times since and it still makes a powerful and DIFFERENT impression every time.

What is so special about Jane as a heroine is that she is not pretty or exceptionally gifted– in fact, she’s not even NICE a lot of the time. But she is completely, brutally honest with herself and has tremendous self-respect, and I admire her for it. So in honor of Jane Eyre, here’s my favorite passage. Not the most romantic or evocative, but my favorite (not to spoil the story for those who haven’t read it, but this is after reuniting with the man she loves, who has suffered a terrible accident):

“Have you a pocket-comb about you, sir?”

“What for, Jane?”

“Just to comb out this shaggy black mane. I find you rather alarming, when I examine you close at hand: you talk of my being a fairy, but I am sure, you are more like a brownie.”

“Am I hideous, Jane?”

“Very, sir: you always were, you know.”

Hey guys!

I just wanted to say a super big thank you for all'a the supportive and encouraging messages! ^_^ they’ve been super awesome to catch up on and read!

I’m not in the right head space to reply to stuff or be too social right now (I’m super sorry! I hope you guys can understand; I promise I’m not trying to be ignorant!) but I promise when I bounce back enough I’ll bomb through the box again and catch up on everything from everybody! Hope that’s okay! Thank you so much for your patience and understanding!

Sending super love everywhere!


One time i had a discussion with a guy about johnlock, he was like “oh no, the wedding episode was just him being sad to lose a friend” and the tarmac scene was just “sherlock being socially awkward”.

So i waited.

And the next day i sent this guy, who was kinda into me, this message saying “there’s something i have to say”. And he was like, “ok….”. And i told him, “that i meant to say always, and never have”. And this clueless guy, who lives in a different country btw, was just typing “…” and waiting for me so by god, did i go there. “Since it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, i might as well say it now.” By this time he was FREAKING OUT, i could imagine his sweaty palms as he was typing his responses. So i finished him off for good. “[my name] is actually a boy’s name.”

Anyway that’s the story of how i turned a poor guy into a johnlocker.

High School Band AU: Ch. 23

Boxes and boxes of clothes and belongings everywhere.

You sigh, tying your hair in a lazy ponytail before lifting up one of the boxes and placing in the bed. It’s old, but you’re sweating from all the work you’ve been doing since the morning… and you still have to pack your things too.

And you will, right after you’re done with helping Rika pack hers.

“Can’t believe you have that much makeup it stuffs a whole box!”

“Well, what can I say? My mom… likes to buy me makeup… that’s probably the only thing she likes doing for me…” you get so uncomfortable everytime she throws some comment about how bad her relationship with her mom is… so you trid to avoid keeping on that subject… until now.

“What did she say when you said you were leaving?”

“Well, let’s see… she thinks it’s a waste of money sending me to rehab again, but… a little time away would be good to avoid any more rumors… if you ask me, I think she’s mad I broke up with Jihyun and people in the neighborhood are talking about it…” oh… so she did break up with V, you were wondering what happened, but God knows what Rika or any band member would say if you actually asked about it…

“Rumors that he cheated on you?” you ask, already regretting your unnecessary honesty.

“Not really, there were always rumors about me dating him just for the money, anyway… so don’t think too highly of yourself, you’re not the center of this crisis.” She smirks sardonically. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Well, your father… did he agree on you just going like this?”

“No, he… well, he’s not. But he won’t interfere… he thinks this change would be good for him, for my mom, for me… everybody…”

“Do you?”


“Do you think it will be good for everybody?”

It won’t. After you made to the celebration for the victory only to announce you were going away, the Mystic Messenger crew seemed… sad. The party suddenly turned into a funeral, and there was no mood to stay there any longer… there is no mood to ask them for help in packing your things, so when Rika called you for help, you weren’t exactly comfortable, but… you could help her packing if she helped you.

You weren’t exactly shocked when she told you she was also leaving. You would do the same if you were she, you are… doing the same… well, you’re not going to rehab at some fancy place in the country, you are basically crossing the word to live with a woman who is your mom, but… also pretty much a stranger. It’s different… Rika is leaving to take care of herself, fix her own mess and begin to look for happiness through sobriety.

You? Just running away from your doubts and problems.

“It won’t. But I don’t really care at this point.” Which, surprisingly, it’s not a lie.

Because you don’t. You just want to forget. Forget this drama with Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, Saeyoung, V and Rika, forget that you actually thought you and Saeran could work after having a magical night with him, and forget that he ruined the magical night by reminding you that, no matter what you do, you still slept with a guy who has… had a girlfriend. Saeran can’t forgive you, and neither can yourself.

So now you don’t care anymore. If you can’t forgive yourself, at least you should try to start over.  Your mom’s timing was perfect in showing up like that, and even more perfect when you got home after fighting with Saeran and saw your parents discussing this possibility, all they need was your answer. “Yes” to going to America, “yes” to living with your mom and leaving our dad, “yes” to starting over.

“Yeah, me neither.” Rika nods, shrugging as she tosses some clothes in the box with a “donate” written on it. “Thanks for coming to help me, you didn’t have to.”

“I know, I just wanted to and… well, this is one of those situations of me scratching your back if you scratch mine, I need help with my own packing.”

“Ah yeah… I’ll have to go to your house… can’t believe I’ll have to go to the slums of this town.”

“It will be good to leave the Shortcake Strawberry’s mansion, princess.” You both scoff. “From all the places on Earth, Rika, I never thought I would come to your house.”

“Well, from all people on Earth, I never thought you would be in my soon to be former house.” Both of you smile lazily. What is this? Are you… bonding?

“Oh, and from all the artists on Earth, I never thought you would like David Bowie.” You point at the Ziggy Stardust poster in the wall.

“Good thing he wasn’t an earthling, then.” You nod and laugh, so does she. “What? You thought I could never be that educated in music?”

“You thought Patti Smith was dead the first time we met, girl…” she narrows her eyes at you as you smirk. “But I don’t know anything about you, anyway… I didn’t even know you play guitar.” Now you point to the guitar placed on the support next to her bed.

“That guitar was my only contact with music these last months, I can’t really sing, but I can play.” She lowers her gaze a little. “I would sit on my bed, look Youtube videos for tutorials an play the songs I like. Bowie’s songs, mostly.”

She grabs the guitar, running her fingers mindlessly through the chords. And as you watch her, you wonder if this is the same girl you met at the record store that one day, the same girl acting like a soft bitch around you and then accusing you of being manipulative. Rika seems tough, she might look above all these things, but truth is, she’s… fragile, she’s just a girl… and… it’s almost looking in the mirror right now. She starts playing for real, and you know these accords…

It’s a God awful small affair to the girl with the mousey hair. But her mummy is yelling ‘no’ and her daddy has told her to go. But her friend is nowhere to be seen, now she walks through her sunken dream…”

She looks at you and smiles as putting more efforts in playing the song. It’s clear how much she wants to sing, but doesn’t want to detune. Like if you cared if she actually does.

“To the seats with the clearest view, and she’s hooked to the silver screen. But the film is sadd'ning bore, for she’s lived it ten times or more. She could spit in the eyes of fools as they ask her to focus on…”

You stop singing, nodding for he to continue. She looks at you, then at the guitar, then at you again…

“Sailors fighting in the dance hall. Oh man! Look at those cavemen go… It’s the freakiest show! Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy. Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know he’s in the best selling show…”

And you sing together, completely out of tune.  “Is there life on Mars?

After the weird duet is over, you look at each other awkwardly, letting a nervous chuckle out. And though your smiles look uncomfortable, they also look sincere.

“Hey, Rika… are we friends?”

“No, we are packing, remember?” you both laugh, but you get the cue to actually go back to work.

But something else interrupts the packing. Knocks on the door, Rika tells them to come in.

“Your mom said I could come in…” oh, you actually know this voice…

It’s V.

“Then maybe she should go to rehab instead of me, since she’s clearly high on something.” V chuckles at her comment. You just… avoid his gaze and grab one of the boxes to put in the corner of her bedroom… and stay there with the box.

“It’s good to see you, MC.” He says. Shit…

“No doubt it is…” Rika sneers. “You must have came to see her, you couldn’t possibly be here because of me.”

“I’m surprised of seeing MC here, mainly because this is perfect. I… wanted to talk to both of you.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about anymore, Jihyun. But if you have something to say to her, I’ll give you guys some privacy.” Please, no.

“V, I… I don’t think there’s anything we should talk about, we…’ve done enough, don’t you think?”

“Yes, you’re right, MC. Matter of fact, I… I am apologizing to you, officially now. What happened between us… shouldn’t have happened… and wouldn’t have happened if I weren’t so tired of everything. You’re a sweet girl, very confused back then, and I was aware of the damage I could cause to Rika and to myself, but… not to you, MC. So I’m sorry…” You’re not really surprised to hear this, you look at Rika… neither is she apparently. “And… I heard you’re living, so I hope what happened between us isn’t affecting your decision…”

“Don’t think too highly of yourself, Jihyun.” Rika says in the same tone she did with you before.

“Yes, uhm… I’m leaving because I think it will be good for me.” You nod, but still don’t look at him.

“Well, I’m glad to know that…” he smiles sweetly. “You’re leaving too, huh?” he turns to Rika.

“Yes, you’re finally free, like you’ve always wanted.” She places the guitar on the bed and crosses her arms.

“All I want is you to be happy, Rika. I thought I could bring you happiness, but all I did was hurt you, I’m sincerely sorry for that. So… yes, I’m happy that you’re leaving, as long as it brings all the good things you deserve.” You notice her loosing a little from the stiffness of her crossed arms. “Anyway, I… there’s so much I want to sa to you, but… I don’t really know how, so… can I sing?”

“This isn’t a musical where you fix everything through a song, Jihyun…”

“Of course not, but… please, just one song, then I’ll disappear from your sigh forever.” She looks at him, then at you. Why the hell is she looking at you? She doesn’t advice from you now, does she?

“Fine, just one.” She rolls her eyes and obliges, V nods, clearly holding a smile. And you… should be out of here and give them some privacy…

“You can stay too, MC. I might have the right words for you too.” Oh god… doesn’t he know this is the kind of thing who started the whole problem from the beginning?

“I… I don’t think I…”

“Please, stay.” Rika holds your arm, and it should sound like an order, but she’s actually… begging. So you stay.”

“Can you lend me your guitar?” Rika nods in a serious expression at his request. “I’m a little rusty even on the bass and… I’m not as good as you, and I’m, but still…” she rolls her eyes and curls her lips.

V clears his throat and adjusts his posture.

Velvet, I can wish you for the collar of your coat. And fortune smiling all along your way. But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love. Your own true love this day…”

Well, this is quite the evolution to having Robin Thicke on his car stereo…

Standing there, gazing at you. Full of the bloom, of youth. Standing there, gazing at you with the sheepish eye and the look of the truth…

Rika tilts her head as he struggle a little to put the notes together while trying to look at her. And though you feel like watching all of their expressions, V looks at you.

Music, I can wish you. Merry music while you’re young. And wisdom, when your hair has turned to gray. But more I cannot wish you then to wish you find your love. Your own true love this day

Oh… that’s why he said he would have the right words for you too… V always admired your talent, but… have he heard about the situation with Saeran?

With the sheepish eye. and the look of the truth, and the strong arms to carry you away…” he look at both of you, smiling.

You smile back. Not everything is about forgetting, some things are about forgiving.

And you wish that you and Saeran could talk like this and find some common ground like Rika and V probably will do as you left them to have an honest conversation. Rika said she would be coming later to your house to help you, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t show up. You’ll start packing, getting ready to leave Korea, the band, the drama… and Saeran.

And with that, I bittersweetly announce that next week we’re having the last chapter of this fic. So stay around ;)

Chapter 22

anonymous asked:

I wouldn't say yet that lapidot is canon, but seeing how we not only know that Rebecca has planned these two to interact in some sort of intimate way, we have to think SOMETHING is going to happen to these two gems! I can't see any evidence from what we already have that suggests that lapidot isn't at least hinted.

Originally posted by meanwhileongiphy

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - as things stand right now, it’s gonna be Lapidot or nothing.

anonymous asked:

Yo Raph, I got this chump who broke my sister's heart because he cheated on her. now I can't decide if I want to punch'im in the face or just scare him off.... see, he's got missing fingers and I really don't want to make the bum look pitiful as he already is.

Dude! Just because he has missing fingers, Ain’t no excuse for cheating and hurting his women’s feelings like that! Like shell would I ever do anything to hurt Mona Lisa! I say, break off his other fingers! Then the disrespectful idiot won’t be able to touch another women again!

Just thought about it. What kind of satisfaction do people get from shipping like bts with black pink?

They have like no interaction at all, and at the highest they greet each other, and then walk away. If you compare it with ships between the members e.g. jikook, they talk, hug, interact and stare at each other like ALOT. Now, again e.g., Black pink and bts, the only time you can see them together is at award shows. So every few months and… that’s it.

So how do people come up with those ships? And I’m really seriously confused about all of that. Some time ago some said there was an connection between the comebacks of bts and gfriend, and that shows that there are dating members among them. Or saying Jimin is dating that one girl group member (can’t remember who), BECAUSE they were wearing clothes that looked alike… On completly different days and even years. Like… Huh? Wtf…

Where is the satisfaction in that? What keeps them even going to continue their ship? Because their ships came from nothing, exists in nothing and continues in nothing.

Sorry for the rambling, but I really don’t understand them. Do they ship them just because they want their idol to be straight so they search for anything to proof that,or what? Idk…°3°

anonymous asked:

Wtf its just like You said. Wow. Also both again in public at the same day

i say it because it’s always the same pattern since 2013,especially now that they work singularly and especially when they can show they are not in the same country. then they both go MIA and they can reunite somewhere as usual :) regardless where harry is, i think louis has been in london for work as he’s either recording or finishing his album/ organising his promo that hopefully will continue to be decent (HOPEFULLY because we all know who he has to work with unfortunately) 

I agree with all of this. I discussed this in the first post addressing the art book Mercy and, I will address it again.

It is unfortunate how fandoms advocate for more color representation, but when we are given it they either ignore, push to the side, or give them the racist stereotypes they often say they’re against. 

I’ve already seen posts about people complaining how white female Mercy is perfect and they should just love her regardless. Some even have said the game has enough black representation with Lucio, which is completely ignorant and honestly racist to say. One person of color does not mean the representation is “done” or “taken care of”. They have a right to love the Mercy we have now, but the claims they make are just completely unfair

It’s sad to see this happen again and again. Hell, it’s happened to Genji too. With people calling him a “weaboo” when he’s literally an asian man. Sure, they joke, but jokes can be harmful might I remind everyone. Even if we make one stereotypical race joke toward a character, it can do great harm. 

Please treat your characters of color as they should be treated : like any other character. They’re beautiful and we should treasure the representation they provide without taking it down the wrong path. 

~ Mod G

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For any of you who tried to visit my blog over the past few days, you would have been greeted with the ‘Not Found’ tumblr page. I was doing some editing of my theme, tried to save my changes, was prompted to log in again and then was told that my Tumblr account had been terminated.

I emailed Tumblr support straight away and I woke up this morning to a reply saying that it was a mistake and that everything’s fine with my account now. I just wanted to make this post to let everyone that me and my blog are okay !!

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