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A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is your mirror.
—  Ken Keyes
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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHQhddiJ_EM)

At last, I’ve got a video covering the newest project by Wham City Comedy! The group that brought you Unedited Footage of a Bear and This House Has People In It are back with a unique little collective of truth-seekers. Come and meet the Children of the Mirror.

I look in the mirror and I don’t like what I see.
I see things that can be fixed and things that can be hidden.
But I have no energy, I don’t have enough strength to change those things.
So I’m going to keep looking at this mirror hoping that one day, things might change.

But I know they won’t.

—  They won’t
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Younger vs. older Poirot

Curtain? What Curtain? Instead of a lonely old man dyeing his hair black, how about a silverfoxy elderly version of our beloved detective? My own personal headcanon. :)

“magnus, can i ask you—”

the loft had been quiet for hours, silence heavy between flickering candles and those shelves of neatly lined up ingredients. every room was still in the early afternoon light, the sun just starting to think about dipping towards the horizon. or everything had been still until the front door opened. magnus heard it from the bedroom where he was carefully buttoning up his shirt but he didn’t think much of it, considering the wards only let through a handful of people. he had spent the morning finalizing potions and carefully restocking ingredients, but the rest of the day would be house calls, wards to fortify and helping someone with a rather pesky hellhound. for all of that, a different shirt was needed.

he was almost at the top button, appraising himself in the mirror, although his mind was on anything but his appearance. he was running over the spells he’d need for the wards and thinking about asking catarina when she wanted to have dinner next when alec’s voice cut through the silence and straight through his thoughts. he glanced up in the mirror, staring at alec’s reflection and instantly his brows pulled together.

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Hi. My name was Sarah. Was? You heard right. You may not know me by that name, but I can tell you many do. I might know you, and you think you might know me from social medias or classes or passes in halls but the truth is that that is a lie.


Hi. My name is Transgender. What is transgender? Transgender, adjective: “Noting or relating to a person whose gender identity does not correspond to that person’s biological sex assigned at birth”. It’s the realization that I now have the word that acts as a glue for all of my questions, my musings, my thoughts floating in a void known as the internet asking “Am I broken?” and “What is wrong with me?” and giving them a rope to tether them to the ground.


Hi. My name is Dysphoria. Dysphoria. It’s a mirror that follows me, a mirror that does not require a reflection, but I still see myself in it in the forefront of my mind. I can see it, even feel it - it whispers in my ear, a little reminder almost like an alarm that goes off the moment I feel comfortable in my own skin. It says “Wow, you’re hardly passing today!” and “That shirt can clearly show your chest!” and YOUR FACE IS TOO FAT AND YOUR WAIST IS TOO CURVY AND YOUR VOICE IS TOO HIGH, AND, AND, AND -


Hi. My name is Chest Binder. A binder is one of the only reasons I feel comfortable most days, which I strange because this constricting tank top is one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever worn in my life. Wear it too long, ribs can bruise, even break - too little and you feel like you need ten more layers just to hide the visual that yes, my body doesn’t match my name and pronouns. It can be so dangerous just to squish too pieces of fat to your body for safely as high as eight hours a day - sometimes 12 on a bad day - just to come home, rip off the proverbial Band-Aid and stare at yourself in that aforementioned mind mirror and wonder, “Did anyone notice today on the street? Did they care?”.


Hi. My name is Pronouns. Let’s take a second away from this one actually - did you know the gender binary doesn’t exist? The gender binary is a system that says yes, this part is equal to that sex is equal to that gender is equal to those toys and those clothes and that appearance and this and that and this and - yes. It gets confusing unless you live by it and identify by it since the day you were born. But pronouns are one of those categories. Me? I use he/him and they/them. It’s okay to get tripped up, as long as you are actively trying to use them but the moment you just stop caring is a punch to the stomach that bruises and never heals cause it says, “You know what? Your comfort and preferred part of the binary that I live by as well is an inconvenience to me.” And of course, there is outside the binary and around the binary and under the binary - but I won’t get into that. This isn’t a Psych lesson.


Hi. My name is Bathrooms and HB2. Hi. My name is Top Surgery. Hi. My name is Testosterone. Hi. My name is Crying and Packing and Expensive As Hell and Being Told I Am Nothing and I’m Really Fucking Scared Of Bigots.


But those aren’t my names. That’s my life. Hi. My name is Alexander. Let me reintroduce myself.

—  An essay/prose that I decided to write.
BTS Reacts - You Getting Very Sick For The First Time

Min Yoongi: He walks into the room with bags full of groceries, not realizing that you’re sitting in the living room. You silently watch as Yoongi unloads several plastic containers full of cooked food and fresh vegetables, unlike anything you’ve seen before. You weakly shift your body into a seated position, groaning in pain from the aching joints caused by your severe flu. He thought nothing of the first time you admitted your symptoms to him, dismissing it as a mild illness, but you had gotten progressively worse since - he’s already brought you to the doctor, and he definitely regrets not taking you sooner. He hasn’t seen you so ill before; he is more worried about you than he lets on, especially since the inaction on his part was guilt-tripping him. He’s taken the week off from work, just to do all he can for you. Regardless of his reserved nature, Min Yoongi always looks out for the people that he loves, and you’re number one on that list. When you make a fuss about him buying such expensive super-foods, he looks up at you penitently and tells you:

“Babe, just eat, okay? I just don’t like seeing you like this. You’ll recover quickly if you eat well.”

Jung Hoseok: You’re lying in bed, eyes half-open as you strive to make out what you’re watching on television. Hobi notices your unease right away; sitting by your bedside with his hands framed around your own. He can tell that you’re feverish from just holding your hand, but he gingerly sets his palm on your forehead for good measure – you’re burning up. You rub your eyes; watery from the heat. For the split moment that you can’t see Hoseok’s expression, his eyes become imbued with utmost worry. He can’t seem to take his mind off you, especially when he’s away. All he does lately is wonder if you’ve taken your meds, or if you’ve been getting enough sleep. Hobi truly does want to spend a couple nights at yours to take care of you, but he’s always getting pulled away by his jam-packed schedule. When you open your eyes, all you see is a radiant, optimistic grin from him. Until you ride this bug out, Hoseok would keep doing whatever he can to keep the beautiful smile on your face. He fronts a positive attitude, winking at you while sticking his tongue out.

“You can do it, jagi. I believe in you; you’re going to kick this fever in the ass!”

Kim Taehyung: You phoned Taehyung, telling him that you wouldn’t be able to make it for your date - which results in him deciding that you’ll have your date with him at home instead. When he drops by, the sight of you so sickly perturbs him. His expertise as an actor falls through his grasp - you can easily tell he’s trying to hold back his concern. Tae has never had to properly look after someone before, especially by himself - the boys around the dorm usually have it together when they fell ill. He doesn’t want to burden you with the worries of his own, so when he gets the urge to ask how you’re holding up, he purses his lips and stays quiet. He doesn’t want you to nitpick at your illness and spend every second thinking about it; he wants you to feel like you’re still on a regular date with him. The two of you are sitting by the window of your room, when you spot him constantly returning to the screen of his phone, distracted by something on it. When you ask him about it, he throws an unassuming smile your way, tearing his gaze away from his phone.

“Ah, it’s nothing, jagi. I’m just texting my grandma to see if she knows any good home remedies for you.”

Jeon Jungkook: Kook has seen you sick before, but no where near this level of weakness. When he takes you for a visit to a clinic, he sits beside you, thumbing at his own fingers in apprehension, waiting for the doctor’s diagnosis - the fever on you is from heat exhaustion. You convince your boyfriend that the illness will pass, it’s harsh but it’s nothing grave, so he is able to collect himself after hearing the vote of assurance in your voice. He knows there will be days when you’re not at your best, but having to actually experience those moments agonizes him. You’re always in top form when you’re with him, and just being around you contributes to his usual, spirited character - so, when you appear to be at your lowest, he mirrors your frame of mind, too. Jungkook tries to smile through his uncertainty, but he’s quick to check in on you every so often, catering to your every need when you haven’t even fathomed it yet. He seats you down on the couch, resting himself on the coffee table before you, examining your body language to see if you’re in pain.

“How are you feeling, baby? Do you need me to get you an ice pack? I’m right here, so just count on me, okay?”

Kim Namjoon: He firmly believes that you’ll recover in no time. Sure, he’s worried to watch you this sickly, but he knows there’s no use sitting on it and wishing for a speedy recovery, when he’s able-bodied enough to make that happen on his own. The both of you are spending time together in the living room - you’re reading a book, and he’s on his phone. He takes a brief glance out the window; it’s a beautiful day. When he sees you curled up in your blankets, nose stuffy from just being wrapped up all the time, he gently pushes your book away from your face. You give him a confused look, ‘What’s wrong?’, you ask him. There’s not a moment he doesn’t want to spend with you, in sickness and in health, all he wants is to spend each of those moments being happy - he doesn’t want to see you miserable when you’re with him. With a little nudge, he finally gets you to stop your reading, and he directs your attention to the great weather outside. Kim Namjoon would put effort into making you feel better himself, refusing to waste a second of your time together.

“Let’s go out and get some fresh air. You’ll feel better, I promise - you’re walking with me, after all. Remember to bundle up.”

Kim Seokjin: As someone who assumes the role of a caretaker in the dorm - Jin knows exactly what he’s doing, and he isn’t overly concerned when you fall ill, because he knows what to do to look after you well. The rate of your escalating heat is alarming, but it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. He feels sorry that you have to go through this - when he sees how uncomfortable you are, it only makes him want to attend to you even more - you’re afraid your illness is making him do more than he has to. He tries not to smother you by babying you - in fact, he lets you come to one of Bangtan’s shows, provided that you stay in the dressing room and keep cool. Namjoon and Taehyung keep still behind Seokjin, watching him treat you with nothing but tender, loving care. You haven’t been drinking much water - you didn’t feel like it because it irritated your throat. When Jin offers you a bottle, you shake your head. He tells you the next few words, tongue-in-cheek (which makes Namjoon chuckle lowly, and Taehyung turn away, nauseated!).

“Make sure you listen to me, and stay hydrated, okay? If you want to be naughty, do it on your own time.”

Park Jimin: Jimin would grow most uneasy when he sees you unable to function regularly. This Busan boy is usually pretty chipper and flexible when it comes to your free will, but he refuses to let you exert yourself when you’re this sick. When he sees you trying to stack plates into kitchen cabinets, he wails for you to give them to him instead. He catches sight of your pout and shoots you a stern look, silencing your dissatisfaction. Jimin knows he’s one of the younger members of BTS, but he doesn’t want you using that against him, to say that he isn’t able to be your cornerstone when you need it most. He just wants you to stay healthy, even if he risks upsetting you. You sulk for awhile, unable to be of much help. Later in the day, he finds you in the kitchen, trying to tidy up without him noticing - he quietly watches your every move, ensuring that you know your limits. He’s regretful that he had to put his foot down earlier. He sneaks up to you from behind, snaking his hand around your waist as he runs his other hand through your hair lovingly.

“Please just go lie down, jagiya. I’ll take care of everything, including you.“


I wish this react were real, because I’ll be needing someone to look after me - especially after getting viciously attacked by the Spring Day MV, smh. Thank you for requesting, anon, I hope you enjoyed this react!

Thanks for tagging me @zigisbisexual 😊
I think it really is a lovely idea! I can only encourage everyone to post a selfie - Don’t be shy! We are basically a big family, right? If you are not comfortable with sharing a pic it’s obviously ok as well.
So here you go! You already know my face in black and white - this is the body to it in color. No shirtless action though haha 😋

Gonna tag a few people just to spread the “news”: @quinn-kelly @elizabethshark @tkxo-ashton @the-light-of-stars @zahranamazis @annyvil @firefly-hwufanficwriter @hollyashton @jakerogers128 @jacobmckenzies @kittenmusicals