jk there is nothing in here

I don't think people understand how hard it is to keep up with loki
  • Loki: I'm alive
  • Loki: nvm I'm dead
  • Loki: jk. Still here.
  • Loki: I'm good guy now though.
  • Loki: lmao jk. Why would I be good?
  • Loki: oh ur so cute. I'm cuter.
  • Loki: I'm dead again.
  • Loki: wait nope never mind still here, But I kinda got arrested.
  • Loki: oh my brother Thor I love you!
  • Loki: lol. You fell for that again I'm so smart.
  • Loki: my plan is going to go perfect nothing can go wrong.
  • Loki: shit. It went wrong.
  • Loki: okay now I want to take over your world
  • Loki: no never mind. Now I want to take over my world.
  • Loki: dang it I didn't think this all the way through.
  • Loki: or did I.
  • Loki: okay I'm kinda dead.
  • Loki: nope lol I was just pretending to be my dad this whole time.
  • Loki: now I'm dead.
Before It’s Too Late (part 3)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Bucky crying like a lil bitch. Lmao jk jk but he does cry

A/N: It’s been 5eveeerrrrrr so here ya go. This fic isn’t going to be too long - I hope. Just a quick lil thing. Also I’m thinking about FINALLY updating Tainted Love :’)))))))))

“You guys are real assholes, you know?”

Natasha shrugged, leaning into the couch. “We saved you. You should be thankful.”

“There was nothing to save me from.” you respond.

“Heartbreak.” Wanda says, looking over at you. “We saved you from heartbreak.”

You let out a chuckle. “Guys, I’m fine.”

“But are you really?” Pepper questioned.

“Y/N, spending time with that girl will only result in even more heartbreak for you and I can guarantee that she will talk about her relationship with Bucky whenever she has the chance.” Peggy adds.

You sigh. “Well you saved me a bit too late. I already gave her my blessing to date Buck.”

They give you a look. “You gave her your blessing?”

“Yeah, apparently Bucky told her that he didn’t want to continue dating her if I didn’t like her which I thought was stupid because it shouldn’t matter what I think but she said my opinion means a lot to him so..” you trail off and they’re all staring at you with their jaws slacked. “What?”

“Are you stupid or something?” Nat questioned, taking you by surprise but before you could respond, Peggy speaks.

“You had the perfect opportunity to get rid of her but instead you decided to keep her?”

You pout. “I’m not a mean person! And I hate to say it but she’s actually really nice and I can’t hate her because she’s so perfect.”

Pepper scoffs. “Here’s a reason to hate her; she stole your man!”

The others nod in agreement and you shake your head. “I’m sorry, I can’t. Besides, she makes Bucky happy and that’s all I want for him.”

“You always say that and we’re always gonna respond with what about your happiness?” Wanda frowns.

You make a face and shrug, about to respond when there was a knock on the door. Eyebrows furrowed, you call out. “Who is it?”

“It’s Bucky! And the other guys. Is Wanda there?” the knocking stopped and your eyes widened as did the other girls.

“Shit.” you whisper.

“Answer the door, I’ll take Wanda to the bathroom and wrap her head.” Peggy whispered and you nod. You watch the two disappear into the bathroom and you shuffle over to the door, pulling it open.

“Hey guys.” you breathe.

“Is Wanda okay? Kristen told me that you had to go early because Wanda was in the hospital. We came over as soon as we could.” Bucky tells you.

You glance over to the hallway, seeing Peggy walking back with Wanda who had white wrap around her head. Turning back to him, you nod. “Uh.. yeah, she’s fine, come in.”

You open the door wider, allowing everyone in and you shut the door.

“What happened?” he asked, standing by the couch.

“I left Peggy and Pepper’s dorm and instead of taking the elevator I took the stairs and I slipped and fell.” Wanda explained, holding a hand to her head and pretending to be in pain.

“It’s not too serious.” you add. “She’s just got to take it easy for a few days.”

Bucky frowns at his friend. “Be careful next time.”

“I will.”

Bucky nods and turns to you, his frown turning into a smile. “How’d it go?”

You assumed he was talking about your day with Kristen and smile. Or at least try to. “It was great. She’s a gem, Buck.”

“So you like her?” his eyes held hope and you felt your heart break.

“Yeah, James, I like her.”

Bucky left with Steve and Vision stared at his girlfriend.

“What?”

“You’re a horrible faker.” he spoke and she pouts.

“How did you know?” Wanda whined.

“We’re dating. I know when you’re lying.”

Wanda huffed. “You’re no fun.”


So now Kristen and Bucky have been dating for 3 months and it’s nearly Christmas which means everyone is going home and you couldn’t be more excited.

You burst into Bucky’s apartment with a smile on your face, singing a Christmas song but you immediately stop when you see the looks on Steve and Sam’s faces and Bucky’s nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Bucky?” you ask, setting your hands down at your sides.

“Laying down in his room.” Sam responds.

Your eyebrows furrow. “But it’s one in the afternoon. Everyone’s packing to go home for the next four weeks.”

Steve bites his lip. “He… got a call from his mom today.”

“Oh.” you nod and without anymore clarification from Steve or Sam, you guide yourself to his room. Taking a deep breath, you push his door open. The only light in his room was coming from his night light. He didn’t like the dark. It made him feel alone.

You shut the door behind you, your eyes on Bucky who was laying on his side, staring at the wall ahead. You make your way over to his bed and sit down next to him.

He doesn’t take his eyes off the wall as he spoke to you. “She told me not to come home.” you don’t say anything, letting him talk. “She was mad that I didn’t come home for Thanksgiving so she told me to stay my ass here for Christmas.”

None of you went home for Thanksgiving. You had Thanksgiving in Bucky’s apartment. Just your group of friends.

Bucky looks at you, his eyes brimmed with tears. “Now I’m gonna be alone here. You’re going home, Steve and Peggy are going home, Sam and Clint are going home, Nat and Bruce are going; Pepper’s leaving. Tony, Wanda and Vision are going - even Kristen’s going home. I’m all alone.”

“Bucky..” you murmur. Your hand finds his and you give it a squeeze.

“She really doesn’t want me to come home, Y/N. She even said that if I showed up at the house that she wouldn’t let me in.” his lip quivered. “I haven’t seen them since last year. I miss my mom, I miss my dad, I miss my sister and my nephew and now she doesn’t want me home so now I have to stay here - alone.”

You lean over and hug Bucky, rubbing his back as he cried. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

“I don’t want to be here alone.” he held you tightly and you frown.

You didn’t want him to be here alone. He hated being alone. “Then come home with me.”

He sniffled. “What?”

“Come home with me. My mom wouldn’t care, she loves you. And you wouldn’t be alone. You’d be with me and my family who basically is your family too.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to-”

“Ima stop you right there.” you say. “I won’t take no for an answer so start packing. We’re leaving at three.”

You stand up from his bed and open his door but before you leave, you turn to him and point a finger his way. “Three, James. I’m coming here at three and if you’re not ready and packed then you’re going like that. I’ll even be nice and share my clothes with you.”

He laughs at this and you smile. “Three.” he repeats.

With a nod, you leave his room and walk out to the living room where Sam and Steve were sitting. When Steve sees you, he stands up. “How is he? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine.” you respond. “He’s coming home with me for Christmas.”

“Oh thank god.” Steve breathed. “I would’ve taken him with me but my family is meeting Peggy for the first time so..”

“It’s fine, really, I understand. Besides, my family loves him so this won’t be a problem.” you say.

“You’re an angel sent from heaven, Y/N.” your blonde friend says.

“And don’t you forget it.”

Sam laughs.


A/N: Well here it issssss. Tell me what ya think!

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ladygem91  asked:

Please keep Caleb and Adam safe! If you hurt my adorable gay son or his boyfriend, I don't know what I'll do! You guys have created amazing characters, keep up the good work!

I’ll do my best! 

I’m sorry, that’s a lie, the finale has been recorded for a few weeks so people’s safety (or lack thereof) has been determined and there’s nothing I can do about it now. 

Sorry?


(also: thank you!) 

anonymous asked:

I feel like crying, so I'm gonna ask you about your Shallura headcanons. {slides you Monopoly money}

okay you asked for it so here goes:

  • Shiro falls first, and he falls HARD
  • At first he thinks it’s just a silly crush, but then Allura sacrifices herself to save him on the Galra ship and he’s forced to admit that, nope, this is real, he’s highkey in love with an alien space princess who can pick him up in one hand, okay this is happening everybody stay calm
  • spoiler alert: he can’t stay calm
  • I have so many feelings about military!Shiro??? like he was on the Cerberos mission as a pilot not a scientist, sure he was in the space programme, but of all the characters he’s the one who acts the most… military
  • like he’s super-disciplined doing pushups in his room in his Voltron uniform
  • (Shiro tangent: when he was in the Galra prison he did pushups and stuff in his cell to try and feel a sense of normality and control)
  • anyway Shiro takes to calling Allura “Princess” because it sounds a bit like a military title and he’s trying to define their relationship within a chain of command
  • Shiro trying to be Very Professional and not let his feelings show too much because they’re co-leaders and they have to focus on The Mission
  • calling her Princess all the time helps him maintain distance (lol jk it doesn’t nothing is working he can’t stop thinking about her he’s a mess)
  • EVERY TIME Shiro calls Allura “Allura” he falls a little bit more in love with her. EVERY TIME
  • meanwhile Allura’s over here like “i have an enormous crush on Space Dad but I am a princess of Altea and I must command Voltron and save the universe”
  • highkey think the mice are gonna get sick of the mutual pining and lock them in a room together “accidentally” until they make out
  • OR the Black Lion takes them on a trip somewhere remote and then ~*~mysteriously~*~ malfunctions until they GET IT TOGETHER

anyway thanks for asking me this cos these were fun!

Fantastic Beasts won Best Production Design at the BAFTAs!

Originally posted by elenarinya

Nothing about that gif pertains to the announcement. I just always like that moment.

anonymous asked:

un-biased analysis on that jikook vlive in osaka of them possibly doing bro things while naked in the dark pLEASE

First of all, you asked for this

Second of all, I’m just gonna point out a few things because the whole video was just…weird and try not to shove jikook down your throats cause that’s not fun (and also because there’s no actual evidence of Jimin being in the room in the first place)

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My 20 year old Idol Husband - [Day 10 - Can you trust me?]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10

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I hid the smile that tugged on my lips. ‘It’s—nice to meet you.’
'Liar,'Mor said, pouring herself some tea and loading her plate. 'You want nothing to do with us, do you? And wicked Rhys is making you sit here.’
—  Feyre and Mor, A Court of Mist and Fury
psa!

hello everyone! first of all, could you all please for the love of all that is both holy and unholy stop sending shitty messages to cass because i have my inbox turned off!! don’t put that on her. that’s not her responsibility. if you have a problem with me or some shit you can’t possibly go without saying to or about me on this hellsite, find a way deal with it on your own. talk shit to your friends, indirect me, @ me, whatever. i mean, i will ignore it because i literally do not give half a shit anymore, but PLEASE stop putting it on other people. i’ve had my inbox turned off for over a month because of you shitheads. because i am Dead Tired of y’all weaseling your way into my inbox every fucking time i post something you don’t like or agree with. none of y’all pay my bills and until you do, i’m going to post whatever i damn well please on my blog because it’s…my blog. this is my downtime, not my job. 

so now! bc apparently some of u seem to think you have some insight into my mind and feelings, allow me to clear some things up for u:

  • i’m not a houie or ‘soft houie’ or whatever tf u all are calling it these days. i still VERY much believe harry and louis are together and VERY much in love, as they have been since the beginning. i’m a larrie, ride or die, and i’m currently riding thru the city having a fucking blast, baby. that said, i also don’t agree with…probably 96% of larries these days on an array of things and frankly find a lot of the things i read embarrassing 🤷🏻‍♀️ but honestly who cares. whatever. *** **.
  • re: eleanor/elounor: i don’t…ship elounor. i’ve never understood the whole like. shipping but don’t actually believe they’re together thing? so i just don’t rly do that? however! i also don’t think she’s a demon or the devil or a “swine” as some of you have so eloquently and maturely referred to her. i just don’t. and y’know what?? i don’t think louis does either. i think he’s better than that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so whatever. sue me. i think she’s adorable and i like the way she dresses sometimes. i’ve always posted her and if you’ve been following me long enough, you’d know that. blacklist is ur friend. anyway, i’ve been over this approximately one thousand times and i’m not about to make this one thousand and one. so that’s that.
  • i’m not another harrie larrie who’s ~bitten the dust~. i’m here, bitch. and i love those two fuckers (four fuckers, really) more than anyone or anything in the world and i will be here thru it all and support every endeavor they have in this lifetime and the next and you will not find me speaking one ugly or negative word about either of them publicly or privately. i literally adore them and more importantly, i TRUST them. i trust them to know their lives and relationships and careers better than i do. so excuse me for not spending energy going on about how shitty and terrible everything is. i refuse to see it that way. sorry* for being excited about harry’s album. i’m sorry that i don’t find it shady or absurd. i’m sorry that i’m excited about whatever louis’ working on with whatever team he’s working on it with. i’m sorry that i haven’t created my own expectations for the boys and their careers based on ?? god knows what. that’s not my thing! if harry wants to drop the next iconic hiphop album at 12:37am on march 25, 2017, i will be the first to tattoo HEEZY TAUGHT ME across my chest. if louis wants to be the next big country music star, saddle the fuck up cowboy i am here for it. i’m here for them, together and as individuals, thru whatever they wanna do. 

i’ll just wrap this all up by saying this: i don’t have the time or energy for drama or negativity anymore. i’ve spent a lot of time feeling like shit and generally wanting to be dead, but i’m finally FINALLY excited about life again and i’m not going to let any bullshit that i cannot control get in the way of that. i don’t see the point. it gets you literally nothing but misery and anger and nowhere but a constant state of anxiety. i might voice my opinion sometimes, but generally i’m just here. ignoring the negative and focusing on the positive and getting excited about things! because i just refuse to live any other way anymore. so if any of this is a problem for you, that’s fine. unfollow me. i’m not paying your bills either. you have no obligations to anyone or anything on this website but yourself, so take care of you.

*jk i’m not really sorry about any of this oop !

Haven’t posted on here because we’ve been doing nothing. Jk. We’ve been doing lots of boring stuff for example school and homework lol ~ nessa

a Really Good and hip and Cool musical

(jk not rly hip and cool)

but it’s called the theory of relativity by neil bertram and brian hill, and it’s kinda new and it’s just?? amazing?? i don’t even know what the plot is because it’s like five different plots intertwined but like i think the whole underlying moral is that having someone to rely on, whether romantically or platonically, is extremely important and there’s this whole “i am nothing without you” theme that’s really nice and heartwarming and i just?? i wish more people would listen to it so ahem

here it is on spotify

here’s a performance of it (warning i haven’t watched it so the quality may be bad or not who knows)

spread this around please!!! i have an immense love for this musical and i’ve seen absolutely no one talking about it so i’d really like others to get to know about it!

gif tutorial: colouring (*°ω°*ฅ)*

umm i was asked how i colour gifs sooo i’m now showing you how i make stuff from something like this

to this

to follow this tutorial, you will have to have general knowledge of how to make a gif on photoshop. if you don’t already, you can read an old tutorial that i made; since i don’t exactly gif like that now, you can ask for a new tutorial if you wonder what my current gif-making steps are.

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another terrible mistranslation made by v app. clearly the translator is not a bts fan and therefore lacks knowledge about bts. putting the fact that jin hadn’t met jungkook yet when he was 15 aside, the way they translate 업어키웠어 as “i’ve carried you in a baby carrier” irks me a lot. 업어키우다 = 업다 (carry sth/sb on one’s back) + 키우다 (raise sb). there is nothing related to “baby carrier” here :| i see people talking about jin taking it from “raise jk on his back” to “carry jk in a baby carrier” but honestly, those 2 are the same thing, just different translations.

Remus Lupin / #10

Requested by a stupendous anon, I’m sorry this is so hectic and horrible but I did my best :)


It was his worst fear, his Bogart had he the confidence to check. It was worse than a full moon, worse than anything he could think of, the gut wrenching pain settling in his gut as he heard it: a scream. A gasping, heart twisting cry as you fell before him, blood pooling around you like a popsicle on Summer-warmed pavement.

He stands frozen, staring at the gaping gash in your side as Snape, it was Snape, dissipated into the chaos of flashing lights and screams, the apparition and disapparition of wizards, good and bad alike. The Order was losing, the Ministry was falling and you were dying.

You choke, blood and the will to live spilling from your mouth. You’re losing the fight, your body succumbing to the the welcome prospect of sleep. You wanted so badly to die, to let this end. 

But it was the thought of him, the idea, the memory of his arms, his laugh, his eyes. You had to feel his love. You were nothing without out it but in this instant, he was gone in the crowd as the lights seemed to dim and slowly, very slowly…

He’s running to you now, instinct kicking in but James had seen you go down, knew that if Remus went he’d be losing one of his best friends.

He grabs his arm, pulling the boy, no older than seventeen, to him and twisting away into a constricting darkness. Remus grunts, trying to pull himself from his grip but James was the elite athlete, Muhamed Ali could’t have escaped him. 

When at last, the pair pop into existent in an unfamiliar meadow, Remus collapses, coughing as James stumbles to the side, hands on knees and breathing heavy. 

They’d both witnessed the death’s of their old professors and classmates, as the battle had progressed. They’d been ambushed and slaughtered but Remus had just lost you. He would have done unspeakable things, he would have done anything but it just couldn’t be you. Not you, never you.

“I have to get back.” He mumbles, disorientated with a purpose but James won’t have it, “You can’t, you’ll die.We need to find the headquarters. We need to get Dumbledore.” 

In that moment Remus could have killed James, he could’ve murdered him without remorse.

“James she-”

“She got hit, she went down. You couldn’t have done anything.”

“You bastard. You bastard! What if that was Lily, what if it was Harry or- or me. You’d be there. You’d be-” He stumbles, weak from exhaustion, his heart feeling like a bag of burning coals. The pain was worse than anything. He could hardly move to apparate let alone get to you, your corpse. Anything. Whatever was left, he needed it.

He needed answers, he needed sleep. He needed to go back years never meet you because anything had to be better than this. Anything to stop this. He wanted to die. He wanted to do it himself but you were doing a fine job of it yourself.

His last memory of you, bleeding on a marble floor, had cut a great rift in him, like a hot knife. And out spilled everything, your smile in the morning, your skin, your sweet singing when you thought he couldn’t hear. Every kiss, every moment fell as tears, showering the earth with salt and the worst kind of misery. The worst pain.

James was leaning against a tree, gripping his arm that felt broken watching Remus cry. Silent, gasping sobs of a man who’d just lost it all on a gamble for lives that had been lost anyway. 

There were no words, no actions that could have lessened the blow so he just watched. His own tears sliding down ashy cheeks, his own heart cracking slightly, doing everything to avoid the dark figures of the fallen, now chasing him in circles around his brain. 

The pair remain like this for countless hours before James sends a patronus to Dumbledore, explaining everything. Minutes after the silvery stag had galloped into the recessive shadows of the night a loud crack had split the atmosphere like a chisel on granite. 


Months pass. Remus sends out word for you, thinking maybe, just maybe you made it. But he knew by the whispered conversations held between the other boys that there was only a slim, almost impossible chance. 

Shortly after after Dumbledore had spirited Potter and Lupin away the news from the Ministry had arrived at the Weasley’s home, temporary base camp for the Order. There were no survivors. Anyone who stayed, died quickly at the hands of dark wizards or else were taken to unknown and obscure locations to be tortured and questioned by Voldemort himself. 

Remus was barely getting by on hope that you were alive somewhere, still breathing he just didn’t know. 

“If she’s dead, I’m dead.” He’d told Dumbledore defiantly when he tried to broach the subject. The old man had sighed, a horrible sigh for kids who were growing up too fast, loving too much and losing to hard.

But Remus had decided that he’d dedicate every day to you. It was with a mad man’s excitement that he volunteered for every liberation mission, jumped at every opportunity to find you, to find anyone who knew your whereabouts. 

Last week, Marlene McKinnon had stumbled across the stoop saying she’d been with you, she’d talked to you, you were okay, beaten up but okay and on the run. You’d escaped the Lestrange Estate a month ago together but had been separated by some snatchers outside of London. 

Remus had nearly cried with relief. 

Then a couple days later, a somber dinner had been interrupted as a burst of silver light had darted into the room through the open kitchen window. It was the iridescent figure of a dove, your patronus. His heart stops as the little bird comes to rest atop an unlit candle.

And then, your voice, though exhausted, emanates from the silvery animal, “I’m hiding in  London, Kings Cross actually,” you laugh, and then cough a little before continuing, “I can’t aparate, my wand is fucking broken. Dorcas is dead, he got her while we were running. I need help, tell Remus that-” but before they could hear your next request, the dove had melted into the table. 

Remus stands abruptly, along with Arthur Sirius and James, “I have to go.” Remus is making his way to the door when everyone bursts into loud exclamations of, “Wait, let’s be rational,” and “Let me come with you.”

Remus pauses, looking to Dumbledore who had remained seated, fingers crossed in a slender steeple beneath his chin, beard thrown over his shoulder in contemplation. The whole room fell silent, all waiting with baited breath.

There was tension in the air as everyone held the air in their lungs steady. But Albus smiled, “Go,” he said, “Save her.”

And Remus was gone, out the door like flashlight clicking on. He sprinted across the lawn, wet from dew and he jumps the fence. Twisting into nothing with a snap, the station sign clear in his mind. Nine and three quarters waited.


Kings Cross was only half drained of course. Filled only with those muggles making midnight journeys, tired and gray. He appeared in a bathroom stall, not wanted to suddenly pop into existence in plain sight but nevertheless he heard a woman’s startled shriek in the next cubicle over. 

He cursed the women’s toilet as he rushed out of it, head darting this way and that with no idea of where you might be. He spent a couple minutes looking around but with no luck. 

Over the PA system a monotone voice echoed in the halls, “Shirley Campbell, Shirley Campbell, please come to the lost and found desk at Platform 4, Shirley Campbell.” 

He had an idea. He began to walk quickly past platforms 7,6, 5 and then he spotted it. A little concession stand like desk. He approached, gave your name to the bored looking woman in the swivel chair and then tuned around, glancing around expectantly as your name was called to the lost and found desk.  

There was nothing, no one that looked even half as beautiful as you hobbling towards him. Remus found a bench nearby and collapsed on it. Head in his hands, he summoned all his will power not to scream at the sheer audacity of the universe, or whatever god or gods thought this was funny. 

But then he heard it, an uneven shuffle and then, “Remus? Remus, Remus, oh my god, oh my god.” 

He starts, then focuses on your emaciated, bedraggled figure as it limped like an old doll. He can scarcely believe it as he takes a run at you, sweeping you into his arms at last, squeezing as much love into you body as he could before you choked on a sob, “Where were you, Remus? I needed you, where were you when I needed you.” 

He didn’t think his heart could break any more than it already had but love does cruel things to hearts, “I couldn’t get to you, James he-we apparated. I’ve spent months looking for you, months, love. I-I thought you were dead.” He’s rambling but you’d forgiven him even before he’d got here. Love does funny things to a heart. 

You cup his cheek, “Remus, I’m okay,” but even as you speak you’re wobbling, he reaches out to steady you, you smile through your tears, “You’re here now, I’m okay.” 

He nods fervently and envelopes you again, feeling as if the world hardly existed, so long as you were here, and he was with you, nothing else mattered. It would forever be you. To him, your were perfect, you were all the hope and despair, all the love and all the hate. 

It was always going to be you, the only acceptable ending to his story.

Always.

I have a theory about WINGS era.

Right here goes nothing:

So in this era it has been made pretty clear that Tae and Jin are parralels or opposites (Tae being the “tempter” and Jin being “purity” in BST, Tae’s top being an inverted version of Jin’s in the YNWA photoshoots, Tae and Jin taking off their jackets in sync and doing the framing with their fingers motion in Spring Day etc…). And the 2 latest videos seem to centre around JK. 

Originally posted by changkyuh

Originally posted by changkyuh

If you noticed in Not Today Jin and Tae were flanking JK in the running scenes with a great distance between them and the other members. Tae was on JK’s left side while Jin was on JK’s right side. This may just be coincidence or it could be referencing the left and right hands of God.

Originally posted by 92ksjin


The left hand of God is the place that Lucifer (Satan) once sat while the right hand is seen as being occupied by Jesus or Gabriel (depends who you ask). So it seems fitting that Tae, the fallen angel, is on the left side; with Jin, the person Tae tempted (which is almost like how the Devil tried to tempt Jesus while he was in the dessert), on the right. But what does this make JK?

Originally posted by yovngforever

I beleive that JK is Abraxas. Mainly due to these quotes:

“That which is spoken by God[-the-Sun] is life; that which is spoken by the Devil is death; Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and accursed word, which is life and death at the same time. Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore is Abraxas terrible (- Carl Jung, Seven Sermons of the Dead, Sermon 3)” In Carl Jung’s book Abraxas represents the driving force of individuation (synthesis, maturity, oneness); while God and the Devil represent the driving forces of differentiation (emergence of consciousness and opposites).
In Spring Day, JK sees himself on the train. The him on the train appears to be maturer than the one that the train passed, coinciding with Carl’s idea of Abraxas. Also you’ll notice that once again Jin is one JK’s right side and Tae on the left but this time behind the other members.

Another quote is from Herman Hesse’s Demian:
“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God’s name is Abraxas.” If you combine these two quotes with the reflection in JK’s eye after the other members got shot, he is standing in the centre with what looks to be a gun. 

Originally posted by eyomo

A person born must first destroy the world. The members are JK’s world as shown by the worry on his face in Spring Day when he couldn’t find them. 

Originally posted by whybangtanboys

And the reflection JK appears to be staring right at him because the bird flies to Abraxas. Reflection JK is JK’s shadow from the Begin short film, the shadow shown to have wings at the end. Two halves of one whole. As stated before Abraxas represents indivisualatity and JK is now alone.

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Also from the short film is the painting. Blood splatters onto it while JK is crying. May or may not be foreshadowing, I don’t know.

One final thing I have to add is that if you watch Not Today before Spring Day its almost like JK is reminiscing the times he had with his friends before they died. There is a scene on the train where JK is alone on the cart then opens his eyes and everyone is there, almost like he’s wishing they’re there. (Sorry about gif quality)

Not only that but in the behind the scenes RapMon said that they’re filming his birthday scene. But why was JK infront of the cake? Why did he look so sad? Then there was a similar scene where JK is alone in the room with a match, it goes out then time appears to reverse and everyone is there. He misses them. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a scene that took place not long after he shot them. 

Sorry if this makes no sense, its 3am roughly.