inner questions

When you have suffered abuse as a child, you’re more likely to carry negative voices from your childhood in your head as thoughts that seem like facts. And they “speak” to you every day.

“You can’t do it.”
“You’re a bad person.”
“You’re inadequate.”

What do your negative voices say?

:: The values and character of each Venus position ::

♈ Aries Venus: Values independence, self-satisfaction, active expression of the will through affection, clear and direct social interaction, enthusiasm and passion in interpersonal/social relations

♉ Taurus Venus: Values loyalty, resourcefulness, resilience, aesthetic perception and sensation, artistic and musical pleasures, sensual affection, patience in social interaction, and appreciation of the comforts of life

♊ Gemini Venus: Values cerebral stimulation, interconnecting engagement, diversity of social connection and conversation, friendliness, learning and verbal & mental affection.

♋ Cancer Venus: Values sentiments from the soul, a place or person to call home, receptivity of feelings, warm and subtle social interactions, internal security and privacy, tenacity, and comforting emotional affection

♌ Leo Venus: Values self-validation and self-love, vibrant emotional experiences, colorful activities, lively social urges, dignity of the spirit, and compassionate affections from the heart

♍ Virgo Venus: Values humbleness, helpfulness and intelligence, sophistication and self-improvement, the simple pleasures of life, small social gatherings, affection through palpable touch, subtle service & mental appreciation 

♎ Libra Venus: Values integrity and equilibrium, aesthetic and artistic sense/appreciation, interpersonal concern, social intelligence and awareness, charming intellectual affection

♏ Scorpio Venus: Values control and persistence, strong driving passions and desires, emotional mastery through regenerative intelligence, privacy in social life, powerful perception, wild and stormy affection and intimate loyalty

♐ Sagittarius Venus: Values limitless knowledge and good-natured temperaments, intuitive and spiritual intelligence, ethical concern, inner vibrancy, the constant questioning and experiencing of life, loud and friendly social urges, and expansive & colorful displays of affections

♑ Capricorn Venus: Values self-growth through reaching above self-limitations, social dignity and prestige, lawful inclinations, ambitions to further refine the self for the future, respect for reserved and cautious temperaments, self-perseverance, and patient & stable affectionate expressions

♒ Aquarius Venus: Values calm, easygoing and collected temperaments, independence, intellectual affection, social and ethical equality & concern, bonding with friends, diversity, and freedom of expression

♓ Pisces Venus: Values romantic principles, idealistic visions of a better world, sensitivity of needs, quiet social urges, compassion and empathy, musical and artistic appreciations, affections that show emotional concern and universal understanding


Boy do I have a lot to say about this cover. And what Sarah said about it.

It’s a scene from A Court of Wings and Ruin. 

But look at the backdrop, Feyre is definitely in the Spring Court. Yet her hand is engulfed in flames. No darkness, no hint of the Night Court. Flames are the Autumn Court. Flames are Lucien and Elain. What is little Lucien up to?

And look at our badass of a High Lady with her hand engulfed in flame, even as she is trapped in the Spring Court. (Not to mention she’s wearing a tiara, bless her.)

But also, look at the flowers. One is definitely wisteria, and I believe the other is ranunculus. But idrc about the ranunculus right now, because wisteria has so many meanings. 

Now, I may be overthinking things a bit, but look at all of that. 

There are some things we definitely want (victory over hardship, releasing burdens, good luck, etc.); some things we already have (serious devotion, longevity, honor, etc.), and there are some things that have been motifs and themes throughout the series so far (duality of love, creative expansion, releasing hardships, etc.).

Sarah never does anything for no reason, so what on earth do these flowers mean. 

- Is the duality of love Tamlin’s poisoned love vs Rhys’ love, or is it more familial love and the duality of Feyre’s love for her sisters and the inner circle vs Rhys. 

- A spring birth, does that contribute to the theories of Tamlin knocking up Ianthe? 

- Victory over hardship? Is that Feyre’s victories in the Spring Court and role as a spy?

- honestly, I could analyze most of these (in further detail too) but I’ll spare everyone.

If anyone knows something about the maybe-ranunculus or the flower they actually are, please chip in. (I’m also probably definitely overthinking all of this.)

But in the mean time, I’m going to keep staring at this scene and trying to piece it together, because what is it and what’s happening to our badass darling Feyre. 

INTPs and Inner Debates

INTP: so…. I acknowledge that the thought that only humans can be evil (because only humans have a sense of right and wrong) has basis.

INTP: But wait, ok so animals don’t have that and therefore can’t be evil.. because they don’t have the conscience to know that something is wrong..

INTP: But then what about people with Anti-Social Disorder……. they don’t know instinctively that something is wrong, they just observe that other people get mad when certain things are done..

INTP: So are they evil?

INTP: And who says something is right or wrong? Society? A deity? Yourself?

INTP: …… God damn it. Every fucking time.

But why tho...

All these bits and pieces about other men talking about Sansa to Jon is Just. Completely. Unnecessary. IF Jonsa was really a dream in shippers’ heads/fake/accidental sexual chemistry/red herring/whatchamacallit…

If Jonsa is nothing, why even create these scenes and why not just go straight to what’s important - the WW and surviving the Long Night. Or even J/D? God knows they need all the help they can get to beat that Jonsa chemistry.

Soooo… I think obviously, the writers don’t want us to ever forget that Jonsa is endgame even though Jon and Sansa aren’t in any scenes together for a few episodes or so.

I bet the next episode or two, we see another conversation about Sansa between another man and Jon. My bet will be Theon, who will wind up back on Dragonstone after the attack on sea. Again, the main conversation should be about Bran & Rickon but I AM SURE Sansa will come up and Jon gets all “imma kill you Greyjoy! But I won’t because Sansa’s safe and alive..”

I’m calling your bluff, GoT. I know what it is you’re doing.

And okay…. thanks.

Originally posted by ba1n3s

It’s like taking a look inside my head everyday for the last 5 weeks. And it’s exhausting.


~ Jimin Leading You On ~ PART SIX 

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]  [part 7]

After exchanging awkward byes, you and Jimin left the park. He went back the dorms while you went home. You checked the time and realized Yoongi was going to pick you up soon and you were no where near ready. Scrambling to find something more decent to wear, you hurried to get dressed. 

While shoving on a grey hoodless sweater, the doorbell buzzed. Waddling with your pants’ legs still stuck on your feet, you answered the door. “Who is it?”

“Hey, it’s me. Are you ready?” Yoongi’s voice was low and even through the somewhat distorted from the speaker, you could still tell he was holding in…excitement?

“Yeah, hold on one sec. I’ll be right down,” You spoke and then finished getting ready. Shuffling down the stairs and opening the apartment building’s front door, you greeted Yoongi with a wide grin. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he gave a small smile and put his arm out, gesturing for you to move first.

“I could’ve walked on my own, you know?” You smiled, softly, as you two walked side by side down the sidewalk. 

“Y/N,” Yoongi whined, “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

You shrugged. “I’ve never seen you so…” You trailed off with a smirk. 

“Don’t say it. Because i’m not!”


Groaning, he shoved you playfully to which you responded nudging him back. That only started a nudging war until you nearly bumped into a tree, leaving you both chuckling.

“I talked to Jimin,” you blurted after a moment of comfortable silence.

“You did?” Yoongi turned to you and furrowed his brows. “How was it?”

“Not terrible. He apologized and explained what was going on,” You frowned in thoughtfulness. 

“Then why do you seem so down?”

“Just stuck with an inner question,” you put your hands in your jean pockets to avoid fiddling with them, a habit Yoongi knew about when you were distressed.

“Ah. Is it ‘Do you still like him?’“ He guessed, looking up. 

“Yup,” you sighed to yourself, knowing it was only part of another question. 

“And why is that so hard to answer? Is it because of what he said before?” Yoongi asked, tilting his head to the side, and as you stared at adorable expression on his face, you knew the answer to his own question was standing right in front of you. 

Looking away to hide the blush creeping up your neck, you shook your head. “I thought that at first. But I think I wanted that to be the reason,” You turned back to look at him. You wanted to say you hated how your heart was beating a million miles per minute, walking next to Yoongi, but you didn’t. How could someone who didn’t even try, manage to affect you this much? Why did he cause your stomach to do flip flops and your brain to turn into mush?

 How did he feel about the whole situation? Did he want you and Jimin to be together? He never gave much of an opinion and that always made you wonder.

“And do you know what the actual reason is?” He pressed, before looking back down at his shoes. “Just wondering.”

“I might,” You mumbled, and before you knew it, you were at the dorms. Before Yoongi could ask any further, you shot him a smirk, “Ready to bake brownies Mr. I’m Only Soft for Y/N?” You said the last part loudly as you entered the dorms, earning a few laughs from Taehyung and Jungkook down the hall.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” He threatened, but you saw the smile he was desperately trying to hide. 

ITS FINALLY HERE. HERE IS PART 6! PART 7 might be posted tomorrow and idk if you’re ready….

Part 7??

fandom: it’s been a while we don’t even know what’s the dragons are thinking in prison

kusanagi: they think of death flagging nightmares.

fandom: we don’t know what yonak are thinking they need to have a talk

kusanagi: of course they should make a death flagging promise about it first.

Questions in Regards to Dark

I watched the ‘freedom’ video from A Date With Markiplier again and noticed something.

When Mark tackles Darkiplier to break his concentration on you, Dark says: “How did you get out of there?” I never noticed it before because of the quick overlap of Mark speaking.

Where did Dark put him when he took you to the void? Was it a different place to where you were being held? Where is 'there’? And how did he escape? How long did it take him to find you and Dark?

of grocery happenings and broken glass - sans x reader/self insert

HEY! Since it’s fanfic friday, can you do one with UT Sans and the “enemies to lovers” trope? it can just be a few scenes where the relationship changes. u dont have to ofc but idk i really like those kinds of stories :‘0c

Summary: You’re an enigma wrapped in a mystery, and he’ll do anything literally) to get you to solve yourself. (Or the obligatory fic wherein sans goes from wanting to dunk you to wanting to kiss you)

Notes: AAAAAAAA?????? AAAAAA. Mcfrickin. Love this trope. Bless u. blessed prompt. i had too much fun writing this help.

Writer: Mod Chrissu

The first time he meets you, it’s weird as hell to him.

Firstly, you are probably the best looking human he’s ever laid eyes on. Your hands are balled up and pushing into your hips, your head craned to look up with a sneer at somebody much taller than you.

When he sees who it is, the attraction that he felt immediately was replaced with intense anger.

His brother is holding a grocery basket, one that he knows isn’t his because it’s completely barren of any type of pasta or sauce. His grin is a little shaky, as if he’s apologetic, but also scared. There’s a few food items on the floor that are lying abandoned, so he assumes that the basket must have overturned in some way and Papyrus went to help you. So why did your expression hold so much fury?

He mosies on over, hands stuffed in his pockets. He’s gonna start out calm and cordial, and hopefully this human won’t give him a reason to dunk them into next Saturday. “hiya. what’s up?” He greets, keeping his tone relaxed and chipper, hoping that this goes well.

“SANS!” The way his brother says his name, almost in relief, makes his opinion of the human drop even further. “HELLO, BROTHER!”

You turn to face Sans, your face portraying annoyance. If it wasn’t for the fact that you looked like you had a problem with his bro, Sans might have considered using a sly pickup line. But no, you open your mouth and erase that possibility. “Oh, he’s with you?” You imply, pointing to the taller skeleton, who’s fidgeting nervously.

His grin turns a little steely. He doesn’t like to see Paps so scared. “yeah. s’there a problem with that?”

“Maybe. Anyways, listen here, dudebro.” Attention aimed at Papyrus again, mouth twisting into a scowl. “I got this. I don’t need somebody swooping in and saving me.” You rip the basket away from Papyrus and bend down to pick up the food on the floor, eyes widening when you see the damage done. “Damn it, the cans are dented!”

“listen buddy, i’m sure you’re just misunderstanding–” His patience is wearing very thin but an agitated sigh cuts him off.

“Look, buddy, I already had to walk all the way here because my piece of shit car broke down, I don’t need some random guy telling me off.” Your body language radiates don’t fuck with me today, and he doesn’t really understand why. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood.” Food retrieved from the ground and in the basket, you straighten up and give both he and Papyrus a pointed glare. “Now if you’ll excuse me, which I don’t really care if you do or don’t, I have to replace these cans.”

Without letting him speak, you turn on a heel and stomp out of the aisle, leaving him in dumbfounded silence. What the hell was your problem?

The next time he sees you, it’s without you knowing.

It’s been a few days since what happened in the grocery store, and frankly he’d be fine with never seeing your face again. Somebody so filled with negativity and hatred for others for no reason…He doesn’t like people like that. He’s glad he’ll never see you again.

(Except he does.)

He hears a scream before he sees the blur of a person being tossed out onto the sidewalk a few houses down from where he’s standing. He almost runs over to help until another human shows up. They step out onto the steps angrily, if their rigid posture and antagonistic stance is any factor.

“Get the fuck out, you waste of space. Don’t even know why I bothered with you. You’re nothing but shit.” They spit out.

“Nonono, no please, I’ll be better, don’t do this please–” The voice is so full of fear and regret, and it’s so familiar. He knows that voice. It stirs a forgotten anger in his chest, and finally he registers that it’s you, the human from the grocery store.

Your clothes are ripped in places, there’s bruises all over your arms, the shirt you have on is riding up and showing off even more bruises on your back and sides. Your knees are scuffed from your fall, and you’re barely keeping your torso up off the ground. Your form is shaking, soft sobs emitting from your mouth. What a moment to be observing you. To avoid being seen, he ducks behind a nearby trashcan.

“You were lucky, you had me to love you! I’m probably the only person on this Earth left that actually gives a fuck about you! None of your friends or your family actually care, they’re faking it!” The human on the steps barks, and he notices a glint from their hand. They throw it in your direction, and the bottle shatters on the ground a few feet away from you, pieces scattering all over the pavement. “Get the hell out of here, you damn slut!”

The human on the steps goes back into the house and throws out a bag of clothes before slamming the door. Sans turns away from the scene, expression a mixture of shock and confusion. He has no idea what to think. Obviously, the dude that just kicked you out is an asshat, but did you deserve it? He’s not the kind of guy to wish pain or suffering on anybody else, so no, he supposes you don’t. He goes to pick himself up off the ground.

Except you pass by. You notice him there. It’s silent for one scarily long moment.

“How much of that did you see?” You inquire roughly, voice cracked from crying. A pang of pity ripples through his SOUL.

“…all of it.”

Your face is unreadable, you just grip the bag you have a little harder. It’s plastic, so your fingers sink into the material like clay. “…Fuck off.”

He looks up at you in surprise. “what?”

“I said fuck off.” You hiss, your glare piercing. “Want to know why I got kicked out? One of the cans I brought home from the store, that your idiot brother made me drop? It was dented. So fuck you, fuck your brother, fuck everything.” You grit your teeth and march off, pulling the bag over your shoulder.

He scrambles up and after you, though a tiny inner voice questions his motives. What is he gonna do? You obviously don’t want to see him, your little proclamation proved so, so why is he chasing you? He squashes down the thought, unsure if he wants to know why.

“look, kid, i’m sorry.” He skids in front of them, chest heaving with the extra effort he put into catching up with them. “i don’t understand your attitude, or why you act the way you do, but acting that way isn’t going to change anything.”

“You know nothing about me, why the hell are you trying to do here?” You snap, dropping your bag. Despite being bloody and scratched and obviously injured, you still stand as if you’re super girl about to face off with her greatest enemy yet. 

“i have no idea. i don’t really know.” He almost whispers it, because he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, or why. “but i don’t want to be the reason you hate the world so much. at least let me help you find a place to stay for a bit.”

Your mouth twists, and a range of emotions flip through your face: confusion, anger, sorrow, and finally it stops on that flat mask you had on. “..Okay, fine.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief.

He finds you a hotel to stay in, and while he wouldn’t usually pay for a stranger’s stay, he does for you. Seeing the person you had to deal with, the way they treated you…Something told him that wasn’t the only time they treated you badly. That’s a scary situation to think about, so of course you would be bitter and angry. He pays for a week, hoping it’s enough time for you to figure out what you need to do or for you to get a job.

He escorts you to your room, and it’s quiet but it isn’t uncomfortable. You’ve been through a lot, he guesses, so talking about it right now would be a little much. Instead, as you both reach your room, he asks to come in for a moment.

Puzzled, you agree, and let him in. It’s a small room, with a dresser pushed against the wall adjacent to the doorway, a lamp in the corner, and a bed opposite the dresser. Another door is in the far corner, which Sans assumes is the bathroom. There’s a table beside the bed, and on it is a pad with paper and a pen.

He picks them both off and scrawls his name and number on it, ripping off the page and giving it to you. “the dude that kicked you out looks like another bad time waiting to happen, so if he shows up here, don’t be afraid to call me, ok?” 

The hand that takes the paper is a little shaky. Your eyes skim over the words written, and the corner of your mouth quirks. “’Sans’? Like the font?”

He shrugs. “i get that a lot. anyways, i need to get back, paps is worried probably.” He points to the paper in your hand, shooting you a reassuring smile. “remember, dude’s a bad time. call me if he comes back. or call if you need help in general. seeya.”

With a blip, he’s gone, and you stare at the space (now replaced with air) he was just in. The most dumbfounded look creases your brow.

“…What the fuck did he just do?!”

Funnily enough, after the incident, he cannot stop thinking about you. He passes the place you used to live every day, and when he does he wonders if you’re okay. He’d check on you, but he did say that if you had a problem to call him. So he leaves the situation be, letting it be in your ballpark. If you need him there, you’ll call.

It’s been a long day, so he decides to go to Grillby’s for some ketchup and conversation. It’s been a while, and he hasn’t visited the surface expansion of Grillby’s very much, so he should fix that.

He teleports just outside the entrance and strolls in to a chorus of greeting from the regulars. Doggo, Greater Dog, and Lesser Dog are wrapped up in a game of poker, with Dogamy and Dogaressa watching on the side and holding each other. There’s a couple humans hanging around, along with a few monsters that didn’t usually frequent the establishment underground milling about. He waddles to the bar and hops into a bar stool, leaning on the counter and sighing, eyes shut.

“heya grillbz, what’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

A snort is his answer, but it sounds nothing like his favorite fire elemental.

He opens up an eye to see you, clad in a button up dress shirt with black slacks, an apron tied around your neck and waist. You look nothing like you did that night, which relieves him so much. There’s a hit of yellow and purple on your hands from the bruises you sustained, he notices, as you clean out a glass with a towel. Your nose is scrunched up from the bad joke he made, a small smile lighting up your face and causing a soft hue of blue to blossom on his face. 

“kid? that’s you?” He asks, opening his eyes fully, now very alert. 

“’Kid’ is not my name, but yeah, it’s me.” You also throw in your name, since you’ve neglected to tell him. Wow, your demeanor has changed completely since the grocery store fiasco, and it’s such a breath of fresh air. It’s nice to see you smile, even if it is a smug smirk.

“well damn, you clean up nice. how ya been doin’? i’m assumin’ the guy hasn’t been bothering you?” At the mention of him you tense, which leads him to backpedal, “wait, shit, sorry–”

“It’s fine! It’s fine.” You cut him off, the smirk having been wiped off your face and replaced with a small frown. “They uh, haven’t been bothering me. Haven’t heard a word from them since what happened.”

He relaxes at this. “good, good.” He breathes, slumping against the counter again. 

“…What can I get ya, Sans?” You ask, setting down the glass you were cleaning and propping your arm against the bar, quirking a brow at him. It’s sassy as hell and it isn’t helping that you’re gorgeous.

“your number.” He realizes what he said in the middle of saying it and slams his face into his palm as you laugh. “…i am so sorry. i’m used to crackin’ jokes like this with grillby.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. What do you really want, though?”

Bless you and your nerves of steel. “uh, bottle of ketchup.”

An incredulous look crosses your face, but you grab one and slide it to him anyways. He twists off the cap and tips it back, almost spitting it out with laughter when you choke.

“Sans, the fuck?!” You stammer, and he wishes he could take a picture of your face because it’s so priceless. Maybe your nerves aren’t as solid as he thought.

If somebody told him six months ago that he’d fall head over heels in love with a human, and a human that initially hated his innocent soul of a brother no less, he’d laugh and call them crazy.

Thinking about it now, it’s not as crazy as it seemed. 

Because with every laugh and smile he gets from you, his SOUL thuds a little more forcefully in his chest, his face a touch blue-r, and he finds himself trying so hard to get them out of you that he doesn’t notice how deep he’s getting into this.

He doesn’t notice until his brother does.

“goin’ to grillby’s, want me to bring you back somethin’ paps?” He asks, sticking his head into the kitchen. Papyrus isn’t as oblivious as everyone believes him to be, and he proves it now as he smiles knowingly at his older brother, which only causes said brother to raise a brow bone in silent question.

“BROTHER, YOU SEEM TO BE GOING TO GRILLBY’S A LOT IN THESE PAST FEW MONTHS.” Papyrus stops stirring the pot of noodles he’s attending to on the stove to look at his brother. He notices, but it’s not like Sans makes an effort to hide it. He can see it in the way that he smiles sometimes when he gets a text from you, or how excited he is when he knows he’s about to see you.

He know what Sans looks like when he’s obsessed about something, or worried, or determined. Papyrus thought he’d seen it all. You’ve brought out a different side of him that Papyrus loves to see, because he look so happy nowadays.

“yeah, so? i used to go everyday when we were underground.”

“SANS, DEAR BROTHER, NOTHING EVADES THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” He exclaims triumphantly, pulling out his best smile. “…I am happy for you, Sans. I hope you bring them by soon to introduce them to me, because I would like to thank the person who has given you so much joy.”

It’s a rarity when Papyrus speaks in a regular volume of voice, and it shocks Sans to his core. “whaddya mean, pap?”

Papyrus laughs, turning back to his pot. “OH BROTHER, DON’T TELL ME YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED!”

“im-pasta-ble, i notice everything.” Sans’ smile turns wicked as Papyrus screeches out a warning to him and then he blips out of the way of the taller’s wooden ladle being thrown at him.

It’s become a habit, for him to watch you as you work. The way you move around the tables at the restaurant, the polite smile you give to the customers and the drastically different smirk you send him when he tosses out a pun, the lingering touch between you two when you give him a ketchup bottle. 

It kills him, in a way, because he knows what he’s feeling. He knows very well what this feeling is. His love life isn’t a very active one, but he does remember a few years back when he used to have a crush on Toriel, and this feels like that except new. It’s no longer a nice thought, but a fire that consumes his thoughts whenever he sees you. It’s not the heat of the blush on his face, it’s the ghostly imprint that your fingers leave on his. His SOUL doesn’t flutter, it beats purposefully. He knows what this is.

However, it’s not him that says or does anything about it.

As your shift comes to a close and he prepares to leave, you stop him. The place is almost empty, just a couple people wrapping up their meals or nursing their last drink. You look nervous, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip.

“what’s up?” He asks, and he almost jumps when you set a hand on ones of his, the one still on the counter top.

“Uh…There uh– There must be something wrong with my eyes, be-because uh–” You clear your throat, and he’s never seen your face go so red, wow. “Because I can’t take them off you?…”

He pauses for a moment before the statement processes through his head and his face goes full cerulean. “uuuuuuhh….”

“What…What I’m trying to say– Is it hot in here? Jeeze.” You tug at your collar, smiling sheepishly. “But uh. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to, I dunno, go see a movie? Or go somewhere for coffee? I’m sorry, I just really, really like you and I couldn’t be quiet about it anymore–”

You stop when you notice his expression. The poor skeleton’s face is completely blue, and his pupils have morphed into tiny hearts. He grabs your hand gently, and before he can chicken out he sputters out a reply.

“yes, hell yes. i’ll uh, i’ll text you later?”

It’s take a moment to sink in but when it does you smile so wide that it triggers his own. “Yeah! That’s cool! I’ll uh, be waiting? Yeah.”

Reluctantly he lets go of your hand and waves with his other, before disappearing and reappearing at the entrance of the inside of his home. 

You asked him out. You asked him out. He’s so giddy, he struts farther into the house and laughs, and it’s such a happy sound. He’s never heard such a sound come out of his body.

“YOU SOUND PLEASED.” Papyrus notes from his spot on the couch in the living room, wherein he’s doing some sort of human exercise program. Sans just beams in reply, hopping up the stairs two at a time to get to his room. “WHAT’S HAPPENED?”

Papyrus knows. He just wants to hear Sans say it.

“bringing them over later this week. you’ll see.”

What kind of life is it that you’d like to create for yourself? How do you want to impact the world?
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
2nd Theory Pt.1

So, there’s another theory I have that @taedamn posted about. I had this in mind for a while, I even commented about it on one of their posts. These girls are an embodiment of the boys. 

You can easily see it with Jimin, especially, so I’m going to talk about him first. He’s filming when the girl is dancing. He IS THE GIRL AND SHE IS HIM, THE GIRLS ARE ALL METAPHORS, THEY DON’T EXIST. They’re representing the inner conflict that all of them are dealing with, the pure parts of them. On the inside, Jimin is depressed and deluded. I’m not abandoning my other theory, either. I think that both of them have some common ground. I do think that yes, they do lead the boys back to each other. But, the boys are ALL deluded, those girls were just a hallucination, something to remind them of each other. That is the common ground between my two theories. 

The girls are still a bridge, still a wakeup call, but they are a hallucination. They don’t exist. They boys, just like Jimin, are all in this made up world. Those girls are the pure parts of the members reaching out, the inner conflict, the QUESTIONING PART of them. 

That’s why when we see Jimin get hurt, the his girl does too. And when we see Jimin following Hoseok, he remembers how happy they used to be, how much they all loved each other, but he gave up and doesn’t wake up from his delusion. The girl is an actual embodiment of Jimin, Hoseok is CARRYING JIMIN ON HIS BACK BECAUSE JIMIN IS ALIVE! Jimin is so out of it, so much in his own mind, that he doesn’t see that it is him who’s on Hoseok’s back. When the girl is injured, it’s Jimin’s way of saying “I don’t want to accept this”. So he doesn’t. That’s why the girl is “asleep” on Hoseok’s back, it means that the conflict is gone and Jimin made his choice, he’s never waking up.

When Jungkook goes to visit his girl, she isn’t there. Why? You see him fully healed. He accepted what happened and wanted to wake up, so he did. That’s why she isn’t there, she was created by his own mind. He wants to repair what happened with Yoongi. Hence the lighter appearing before. So, Jungkook’s accepted it, there is not conflict, there is not questioning or doubt. He’s awake and in the real world. The dream doesn’t exist anymore.

Now, we get to Yoongi. We see him trying to murder his piano and that’s because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s severing ties with the real world, with Jungkook. He’s afraid of waking and getting hurt again. When he rips himself away from the girl, he’s ripping himself away from Jungkook. When he stopped himself from smoking, he was getting out of the dream, and then something happened and he fell right back into his mind. He hasn’t made a choice yet, that’s why his girl is still there, the conflict is still there.

With Jin, I still have no clue what’s going on.

Now, we get to Hoseok. I think he’s already awake. When he threw his pills away in I NEED U, he was saying goodbye to that fake reality he created. That’s why he has no girl. Because he isn’t deluded. He’s accepted what’s happened and is trying to save Jimin, that’s why he’s running with the girl on his back. He’s trying to do what the other would have done. 

And now, Taehyung. The girl is still him. Wonder why she didn’t come out of the alley and face the police? She isn’t real!! Taehyung is missing Namjoon and is trying to wake himself up. And when he puts his hands in the air, surrendering himself to the police, he’s giving up on repairing his relationship with Namjoon. He’s made his choice and she’s gone after that. There’s not self doubt, no conflict, he chose to stay deluded. 

Lastly, Namjoon. My thoughts on him STILL don’t change at all. The girl is there to remind him of how he used to take care of the members. He is the guardian angel, really. Namjoon, just like Hoseok, IS AWAKE. But, at the same time, he isn’t. He is telling himself that he doesn’t miss the boys, but he’s accepted what’s happened. That’s why he has a girl. To get him to stop lying to himself that they don’t need each other.

So, in conclusion, this is my middle ground between my two theories. Yes, the girls are a bridge, a wake up call, a reminder, but they are also an embodiment of the boys and their inner conflict and purity. That’s my theory.

I’m twenty one, and I’d very much like to travel the world, learn new things and become more knowledgeable, read and learn more about the past and why the world is and what it means to live in it now, experience lovely and incredible things, help build something good, see from different perspectives, while growing my own perspective and understanding and beliefs, to grow in my God-given abilities and bring Him glory, Him my confidence anchored and soul satisfied and relationship deepening to the core. I’d like to take time to enjoy the days and moments and times that we are given in this life, to encourage others and walk alongside them together, to create amazing and meaningful things that connect one another, to pour into and love the ones graciously placed around me, to grow my knowledge and experiences, to marry and invest deeply into our marriage centered in Christ with love and grace and growth, and give wisdom and hope and the love of Christ to my children one day.

I also struggle in self-image, crippling self-doubt and inner insecurity, daily failure, and self-judgement, feelings of unacceptance, weariness, lack of true confidence, money struggles, standing on my own two feet, failing at loving well, trust, loneliness, fear, anxiety, bouts of depression, selfishness, tired out from everything, negativity, bitterness.

how can this brokenness become beautiful?

 How can today’s failure, become tomorrow’s bright hopes?

 (with continuing to try, and to continue to grow in Him,)  it is a process.

The Inner circle playing Never Have I Ever

Mor: It will be so funny * clapping hands , being a sunshine *

The squad : *rolling eyes , preparing for the worst night ever *

Amren : Never have I ever had a huge crush on someone but played cool about it for 500 years

Feyre , Amren, Rhys , Cassian looking at Mor and Azriel like

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Mor and Azriel :

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30 Days of Anime

Day 4: Favourite Female Anime Character Ever ==> Oscar François de Jarjayes (Rose of Versailles)

Manliest woman to ever grace the world of manga/anime. Also, my Shoujo waifu…