now i know for next time

thank you — p.p.

summary → there has never been a moment where peter’s words haven’t failed him whilst basking in your presence, so why should they form coherent sentences now?

word count → 3.5k

author’s note → did you guys forget that i write because honestly me 2

  Be it totally and completely out of the blue, you awaken one bright, blazing Tuesday morning in early November, brisk chill whipping through the air, and decide that later that night, when you see him somewhere that isn’t so public and academic like, you’re going to kiss Peter Benjamin Parker.  

  You’re not quite sure what brings it on, perhaps you should just leave it to the raging teenage hormones that the doctors and psychologists and guidance counselors blame everything on, but another part of you understands that this longing, yearning, to let yourself fall in love with your best friend is something far from foreign or new. This loving feels familiar to you, like coming back home after vacations far away and far too long, and it’s warmth in the way that burrowing under your blankets when the chill settles into your bones is. Boys like Peter demand to be adored, and they demand to be kissed as if never before. You’d be damned if you let such prime opportunities escape your grasp, or rather, your lips. 

  The hours in school glide by, which was, admittedly, utterly surprising. Typically, when you’re anticipating something later in the day, any hours before the event that is to transpire drag on as if you’re not impatient, as if you can wait all day without a complaint. But suddenly it’s last period, then two-thirty rolls around and you’re bounding over to your locker where your best friend awaits you, rocking slightly on the heels of his feet the way he has a tendency to do when he’s overexcited. This motion is arguably the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. Then again, anything Peter does, the simplest actions that bear no real relevancy, is something that you mark down in your head as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

   Peter glances around the halls, unable to see you through the mounds of students rushing hurriedly past him in order to relieve themselves of academia for the day as soon as possible. He pulls down the cuff of his sweater over his hands, then rethinks this and pushes them back up to his elbows. Blue looks nice on him. There are just these little things you tend to notice about him, silly things that only a person in love would pick up, and these tiny details, like the way the light catches in his eyes and the smiles he saves for certain people, make your heart bright and happy and whisper lovingly to him in a voice he can’t hear. The crowd disperses considerably enough, and you manage to fight your way through the remaining throng of people loitering in the hallway for no real reason- beyond frustrating, you think, but then Peter catches your eye and his already happy demeanor increases tenfold. With a beam that practically stretches out and reaches into your heart, seizing it carefully and determinedly, Peter ambles toward you, trying to appear more relaxed than he felt, and pushes himself into your personal space, as usual, by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. 

    “You’re in a good mood,” you note, because at this point in your relationship there’s no need for formal greetings, as he parades you out of the building after letting go of you long enough to allow you to gear up for the cold sweeping through the borough outside the walls of Midtown. He casts a glance your way, sideways but still joyous, then shrugs, nonchalant. “You’re just so happy to see me, aren’t you, Pete?” 

   You’re half joking and not expecting much until Peter gives you a little look, head tilted to the side and his eyebrows furrowed slightly like he can’t believe the question is something you don’t know the answer to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze. “You should know the answer to that by now!” He exclaims, mock disappointment in the head shake he gives you. “The answer is yes. We see each other for, like, two seconds at a lunch all day and that’s it. I’m deprived. I miss you.” 

  “We’re together right now,” you laugh, nudging into his side. 

   “Not enough. I see Ned twenty-four-seven, I need both of my best friends with me all day every day if I’m gonna survive the next two and a half years of high school.” Your heart sort of twitches again, your palms feel warm. He has that influence over you. Love is such a strange thing sometimes, impossible to decipher or make sense of, and then other times it feels like the simplest emotion in the world, easy and steady and everything. You’ll never know what to make of it. “I just miss you, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he jokes, rubbing your shoulder for a second before letting his hand dangle across the edge of your shoulder. You reach up to intertwine your fingers with his, the way you have millions of times before in the same seemingly intimate way, pretending as if you don’t know the sweet grin that the gesture elicits from him, staring adoringly at the profile of your face like he couldn’t possibly get enough of the view. 

   “Aw,” you coo, pinching his cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding his. Peter flinches away, his eyes squeezing shut and his cheeks pink. “I missed you, too, Pete. So, where are we off to today? Can we go traipse around SoHo? We haven’t been in ages and oh! Look, I see the A train, it’s on every corner, let’s go.” Before he realizes it, he’s being dragged down toward the steps of the subway, his complaints about constantly getting lost there falling upon deaf ears. 

   Much more than a mere few hours later, Peter is shaking his head as you laugh hysterically down the block leading to your apartment building. He has a feigned look of annoyance on his face as you talk, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Peter, we didn’t get lost that bad this time. Seriously, we made it to Union Square, which was right by the R train, then we took it to the mall and hopped on the M which we took to the F, ridiculously simple!” You exclaim, taking a sip from your bottle of water. “You’re acting as if we, like, walked around in a  circle for an hour.” 

   “Because that’s exactly what we did!” He replies, playfully punching you in the arm, but with a carefully light touch. Peter is, and has always been ever since it became a pressing issue, terribly aware of his enhanced strength and senses. He’s so nervous about accidentally hurting you when his intentions were to be playful that he does everything with extra caution now, barely letting himself touch you most of the time or even give a gentle squeeze of your hand. “We did walk in a a circle for an hour! And your phone died while you were trying to use Google Maps, it was pouring rain, you got so cold I had to give you my jacket which made me cold-”

  You interrupt him, “No one said you had to give me your jacket!” 

  He continues on his rant, pretending as if you haven’t spoken even though the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips beg to differ- “we couldn’t figure out where we were which is stupid since we’re supposed to be New Yorkers, then finally I said to just keep walking straight, which we did until we found Union Square due to pure dumb luck.” Peter watches you throw your head back and laugh, high in sound and utterly happy, and he shoves his hands deep in his pockets, a stupidly thrilled grin on his face, too. He hated that he couldn’t stop grinning; it was ridiculous and it hurt his cheeks and made his eyes squint so hard they ached once he was finally able to let his mouth rest. Oh, how his heart couldn’t stop hammering! He was so nervous he could hardly think straight. Peter Parker was drowning, suffocating, choking on these emotions that had been so far buried deep, deep within the recesses of his heart that he hardly knew what to do with them now that they were drifting to the surface like leaves on a pond. 

     You can feel his eyes on you, the soft and sweet, carefully watching gaze of Peter, and so you take the moment for your own. You’re standing in front of the door to the apartment building when you whip around toward him, and he goes in for the hug like he knows what you’re planning to do. Instead, you lean up, take his face in your hands and you note how cold his cheeks are as you avoid his surprised gaze. Then, you’re kissing him. You are kissing Peter Parker in the way you’ve never kissed anyone before; it’s hesitant, over too fast like it never even happened, but you kissed him and he knows you’ve just kissed him, but the thoughts flipping through his brain and the way his stomach is clenching doesn’t allow him to form coherent sentences that you can hear and comprehend. 

   Instead of kissing you again, instead of lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around the street and singing like a madman because the person of his dreams seems to want him right back, he stutters for five seconds. The only words that he can manage to say are, “Thank you,” before he turns back around and quite literally sprints down the block to his own apartment. 

   When he gets home he collapses on his bed, grunting a hello to May before he shoves his pillow over his face and screams into it, unabashed screaming that he drags out for two minutes. He pulls back, red cheeked and panting. He immediately rolls over to call Ned, begging him to come over immediately and no, Ned, he doesn’t care about the comic you’re in the middle of reading because this is an emergency damn it! 


   “You said thank you?” Ned says incredulously, thirty minutes later and trying not to burst into hysterics after what his best friend had just relayed to him. He can’t help himself, and as Peter hugs his pillow to his chest with a look similar to that of someone who is experiencing severe indigestion, Ned wheezes out a laugh held in for so long that it just goes on forever. Peter buries his face in the plush, comforting fabric, emitting a groan that continues for as long as Ned cackles. “Dude, you’re a mess. I can’t believe you said thank you. Who says thank you after being kissed? For the first time? By someone you’ve been dying to kiss for the past, like, three years?” Ned is practically crying by the time Peter  launches his pillow at his so called best friend, resting his fists against his cheeks and letting a pout befall his lips. 

   “Ned,” Peter whines, brown eyes pleading. “I need help. I said thank you! I hate myself, I shouldn’t be allowed to be kissed ever again. I’m… I’m so stupid. I said thank you! To Y/N! Y/N! Of all people! Thank you! Thank you.” He repeats the phrase with a sad, small shake of his head and lies back down on his bed. Ned stretches out across the top bunk, Peter can hear the old bed creak, and they both let out a sigh. “What should I do, man? Do you think Y/N hates me?” 

   Ned is quiet for a moment. “Right now? Y/N definitely hates you right now. I’m not even saying that to be mean, I’m saying that as your best friend. You said thank you.”  

  “I know,” he says, miserable and pathetic and contemplating what sort of injuries he might hypothetically sustain if he attempted a backflip off the edge of the Empire State Building. 


   “He said thank you?” Michelle Jones doesn’t even bother to wait, to even offer a dash of fake but well meant sympathy, before she erupts into hysterics, laughing so terribly hard that she nearly rolls off your twin bed. You stare at her, stone faced, unamused, as she continues her awful wheezing laughter that she has no intention of halting any time soon. “Oh my god, oh my god, I have to-” MJ abruptly stands up, stifling her laughter behind her hand as she leaves your bedroom, then closes the door behind her and starts laughing again. It’s loud, practically deafening, mostly because the laughter feels so mocking and smothering in lieu of recent events that had occurred less than an hour ago. You sigh, hugging your pillow even tighter to your chest as you wait for your so called best friend to return from her stint in the hallway. 

   “Oh, are you done now? Thanks,” you snap, shifting over on the bed to make room for her to clamor back on. “I can’t believe you. I’m having a crisis and you leave to go laugh at me in the hallway. What sort of friend are you, MJ?” 

   She shrugs, the ghost of a hilariously mocking grin still playing at her mouth. “The friend who tells it like it is.” 

   You huff, lying down on the bed and staring up at the glow in the dark stars you had stuck up there when you were fourteen, the July before you started high school. You put them up with Peter, and it was late and hot and your palms were sticky with sweat that sometimes wonder was due to the heat of the summer or the boy sitting next to you in your room, on your tiny bed, rambling on about the rings that Jupiter had, because yes Jupiter has rings, and the reasons as to why stars emit light. Peter was always there, never wavering in his loyalties, your most beloved friend, the boy who promised over and over again that he’d be there for you no matter what. He was Peter, and you loved Peter, and if Peter didn’t love you back that would be just fine- you just wanted to know sooner rather than later. “What should I do? Is he, like, repulsed by me? Why would you let me kiss him, Michelle?” 

   “Uh, excuse me, I didn’t even know you were planning on planting a big one on Peter Parker, so any blame cast on me is henceforth cancelled. Got that? Good,” Michelle brushes her hair out of her eyes, that intense look appearing on her already intense face. “First of all, that loser is physically incapable of being repulsed by you. I’m just telling you that right now before you go off on a stupid tangent about whether or not he hates you. That’s final. Next, he’s never been kissed before! He was definitely overwhelmed, probably freaking out inside, didn’t know what to do, and that was the first thing that popped into his head and he ran with it and then he ran away. Understandable. Finally, boys are just stupid. All of them. They’re all complete morons, and-” 

   “Okay, Michelle, the idiotic tendencies of people who identify as a male is a riveting debate that we enjoy quite frequently, but tonight I think I’m done talking boys. I’m going to just… let things happen as they should? If Peter likes me, he’ll tell me, and that’ll be that. I just won’t bring up the kiss. I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen.” With a satisfied nod, MJ pats your head, then, for a split second, snorts under her breath again. 

  She holds her hands up defensively, exclaiming, “He still said thank you! He’s never living this shit down!”


    The next day at school, Peter is prepared and ready for the conversation he anticipates is going to happen. He is ready to be understanding if you yell at him for being a complete and utter ass after you kissed him, he’s ready to spill his bottled up feelings all over the linoleum floor if that’s what it takes for you to believe that the kiss was the best thing he’s ever experienced, ever would experience, and he’s ready for the beginning of everything he’s ever dreamt of, but none of that comes. At least, not immediately, not in the way he expected. 

   The boy has always thought himself a patient person, but in the months that have passed he’s realized that under no circumstances is he okay with waiting. He’s impatient and annoyed at everyone and everything that comes his way that isn’t you, and then he’s annoyed at you for not appearing to him and acknowledging that you kissed him on the front steps of your apartment building with a fervor that could only be identified as the crashing, burning, raging, bursting power of pent up emotion. He knows he has hardly any classes with you, so there’s no conceivable way you could have an in depth discussion of your relationship status as of this very moment, but still. He’d appreciate a gesture of some kind. And then, after this thought pops into his head, he wonders if he should be the one to make the gesture. 

   Prompt with following his instincts, he sets off to find you before you can avoid him at lunch like he knows you will. He stands by your locker, leaning against the cool metal frame, waiting for you to make an appearance. He sees you first, and by now this is simply rote for him. You don’t have time to even attempt to duck out of his way; Peter is determined, stubborn, and he won’t lose out on his chance by allowing you to go on ignoring him. Even if you don’t want a relationship, a decision he’ll respect wholeheartedly, he flat out refuses to even entertain the idea of no longer having you as his best friend, as his other kind of love. He takes your hand, silent begging scrawled across the weakened, anxious smile he gives you. He leads you toward the front of the school, around a bend of empty lockers, and takes a step back. 

   Neither of you really look at each other until he says, unexpectedly, “You kissed me!” It’s almost accusatory, the way he says it, and, affronted, you look back up at him in alarm.  

   “And you said thank you!” You retort, eyes narrowed. “Who says that!” The entire reason you’ve been avoiding him was to avoid this discussion. It was making you feel feverish. Peter had always made you nervous, it was painfully obvious, but this was so much different than just incessant butterflies in your stomach. This was a post-kiss conversation, and you hardly knew what to say to him other than repeating the previous query of, “Seriously, who tells someone thank you after they’ve just kissed you!”

   The question is rhetorical, so he ignores it. That, and because he’s already embarrassed enough by his tactless reply. He waves his hands around aggressively. “I know! I know I did! I didn’t mean to! You scared me!” 

   “Wow, thanks.” 

   “I didn’t mean it like that! You’re not scary, you’re like a baby deer, a fawn, you’re so cute and non-intimidating, I didn’t mean that you were scary I meant that I’ve never been kissed and being kissed by the person you have a crush on is a scary thing especially when it comes out of nowhere so I’m sorry that I said thank you but I just didn’t- my brain doesn’t work sometimes, okay!” Peter runs his hands through his hair. One curl flips down, curling over his forehead in a stupidly cute way.

   “Peter, you literally drive me up the wall, sometimes.” You shake your head, give a sigh, take two steps forward so that you’re so much closer to him than you were before even though two steps shouldn’t feel like you’re closing the widest gap in history. “Should I not have kissed you?” 

   His pretty brown eyes go wide. “Did you not hear the part where I called you cute? And the part where I said I have a crush on you? Do you have selective hearing? Work with me here,” he pleads, taking holding of your shoulders and giving the gentlest shake he can manage. 

   “So, kissing is a yes, then?” You press, just to make sure, just to tease him a little because you can see the way he grows more and more flustered each time you act like you have no idea what he’s talking about. He closes his eyes. There’s a deep inhalation while you stand there waiting for him, and when he kisses you, you’re the one taken by surprise, hands frozen in midair as he lets his lips move from yours in this painfully slow way you’re almost sure he’s taunting you with. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to the punch. 

  “I swear, if you ruin this moment and say it-” 

  “Thank you, Peter.” 

  “I think we’re going to have to break up before we’re even together. You blew it, Y/N. Good work.” 

  “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be our thing.”

  “No.”

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you sat as far as you could from Negan, now was not the time to show any reason why you and him might be connected. Rick had literally just declared war on him. but Negan stared at you. you could feel his gaze, like always. 

Gabriel sat next to you and after some time he sighed then turned to you, “would you like to confess something?” he asked.

you opened your mouth to say something but Negan cut you off before you could say a word, “you know what? i’ll confess. hell, can’t believe im going to say this, but i confess! i’ve fallen in love with a chick whose people just tried to kill me! and you know what? i’m not even angry at her! which is crazy because i could have died.” Negan chuckled to himself as you and Gabriel both stared at him slack jawed at this actual honest confession and not some smart ass comment, “and guess what creepy guy? i confessed, which means, pretty sure you can’t tell anyone. and if you do, i’ll have to kill you.” 

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The one good thing about the German crisis: We now learn what our President is actually capable of. Usually he is just the representing guy, like the Queen is. Now he actually has political power, because he is the one who has to decide what happens next. Merkel as a minority chancellor? New elections? A totally different chancellor? It’s up to him. He decides and he appoints. 

Okay the good news!!!

After a long hiatus from posting new chapters of The Wildes of Zootopia, I’m finally back!!! I have a new schedule for the story to keep the momentum going.

First Saturday of every month is the goal from now on after tommorow. Unless something changes, then I will inform all of you who read this rediculus story. 😅

Firstly, I want to thank my editor @theunaccomplishedwriter for going over the first of a three parts of chapter 10!


Also a big thank you to @jman0525 for the heart-warming artwork between Nick and his addopted daughter Anna. This piece is from the third part of chapter 10, which will be released soon. You will understand the meaning of what a father’s love is in this and the next chapter.


Secondly, I am very excited to be starting in my spare time the mini story of Skye Frostfur (Calling Home).


And lastly, thank you all for following my Obsessions and insanity up to now. I really couldn’t have done it without all of the inspiration and encouragement.


Also on a side note when the hell did I pass 400 followers 🤔. I really don’t know … I guess I wasn’t paying attention. Ah who cares, all I care about is getting better and better with every chapter.


So with that I am going to shut the light out at my office at Oddly Unaccomplished Productions for the night. However the lights will be shining bright tommorow evening after a long day of work.


Once again thank you all so much.

@theunaccomplishedwriter @soranii314 @master-lux @yoshifan30 @csp7990 @wildtimesllc @crewefox @hakimirektman @ineedtogetalifeasap @mo954

Han Jisung As Your Best Friend

Type: headcanon

Genre: fluff

Requested?: yes (anon & anon)

Message?: Jisung would be one of the best friends ever

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  • first things first
  • hed be SUPPORTIVE
  • like honestly
  • your no.1 hype boi
  • I have no idea the type of family he has but I feel like when you first go to his house their all like !! girlfriend !!
  • but by now you come and their like
  • ‘Y/N please dont block the toilet again’
  • and your like ‘lol soz’
  • (Jisung is in the shower at this time)
  • but yeah you two are just the chillest™
  • at his house and yours
  • mostly his tho bc when hes not training he wants to be in the comfort of his own home (noah fence)
  • also
  • PLATONIC CUDDLING FTW!
  • he loves cuddles so much
  • and knowing that he cant get a gf bc of training you’re the next best thing
  • which is an honour btw
  • but your scared hes gonna get a gf and your gonna be lost w/out cuddles
  • but oh well
  • thats her fault
  • MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
  • anyway
  • usually in these you meet when your like 2 but you two didnt meet until you were like 13 thats why his family were like !!! girlfriend !!!!
  • idk why you met at 13
  • i think Jisung just had so many friends that he didnt need another
  • and then you were sat alone bc your bf had moved away and Jisung came over and you were like !!!
  • cause you know, Jisung, one of the populars
  • but he just wanted to see if you were okay and you smiled but he already knew that you werent
  • and he stayed with you all day that day and you knew that he wasnt like any of the other populars youd met
  • and honestly Jisung kinda left the popular group to hang with you
  • you know?
  • like your nicer than all of them put together
  • but he did keep their contacts
  • like friends?? ??
  • dont be jealous tho
  • you were better than them
  • your no1
  • and Jisung shows that by buying you shit
  • i mean its small shit
  • but its thoughtful
  • just little toys and rings and stuff
  • Everyone thinks your going out but your those people who whenever someone asks if your going out you and Jisung both laugh hysterically like ‘ew no wtf lmao’
  • thats only bc youve become so close as bffs it would be weird to go to a relationship when suddenly your so much more open but everythings on the line
  • like friendships calm
  • love is not
  • you both wanna stay away from that shit for as long as possible
  • Jisung has to anyway hes a trainee
  • TAH DAH JISUNGS A TRAINEE
  • see how seamless that was
  • i mean when he became a trainee for JYP you were like
  • got7 !!!
  • and thats the only reason you spent time there lmao
  • but as Jisung got more and more into his trainee life you became more involved and wished him the best everyday but hoped that he didnt overwork himself
  • AND BOI
  • when he ran into your house interrupting your studying shouting at you about how hes in a survival show
  • you were like boi some people still need their education
  • nah
  • you were like !!!! JISUNG !!!! WE WATCHED PD101 TOGETHER THAT WAS ENOUGH EMOTIONAL TRAUMA FROM THE SOFA HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO DO IT YOURSELF YOU FUCK TWAT HONESTLY
  • but deep down your so happy bc you know that Jisung can do it AND it will get him a debut
  • your shook tho
  • OVERALL
  • Jisung is a very caring best friend who thinks about you a lot and loves platonic cuddles
  • thats it
  • FIN

textbook: social loafing is the tendency for people in a group to exert less effort when pooling their efforts toward attaining a common goal than when individually accountable

me: @me next time

VSFS 2017

Hi, everyone.

I’m sure most of you know that the VSFS 2017 is happening tomorrow - or today, if you’re following Shanghai’s time zone, it’s around 8:30 am there now.

The backstage pictures will start coming in a few hours, but I’ll probably be asleep by then, since here where I live is 10:30 pm already. I’ll update the blog with those pictures as soon as I wake up. I’ll also post/reblog the HQ pictures of the show as soon as I spot them.

The number of posts tomorrow and for the next few days is going to increase a lot. I’ll tag every post with “VSFS 2017” in case someone doesn’t wish to deal with the pictures spam.

I’m so excited for the show this year!! I hope you guys are too!!

See you tomorrow ;)

You’ve been hurt, cheated on, lied to, had your heart broken.

You are loved, cared for, appreciated, trusted, helped.

It is my personal duty to take care of you. It’s my job. Second to none. I will continue to do what I have done since the beginning for forever and a day.

You know my family. You know my friends. You know my house, you know my home. We have our place. We have our songs. We have our memes. Now let’s live our fucking life together!

Through tears, through laughter, through good times and bad. Through happiness and sorrow. Through illness and wellness. We’ll be hungover and still happy. We’ll stop drinking and be happy. We’ll have babies and be happy.

We will never be sad again, now that we have eachother.

I’m ready to take on this world with you, and the next. It’s our time.

anonymous asked:

hi, i follow your blog for some time now and i know it has nothing to do with witchcraft but i feel like you're a very kind and smart person and maybe you could help me. Some months ago I started to like this boy, we kissed, and weeks I go I asked him to be my boyfriend. Even though I was the one who decided to date, I was never completely honest with him; I'm a very closed person when it comes to feelings and I feel like, is this relationship, I have to open up more than I want to. + next ask

++ so, I don’t want to open up right now, besides that, I also don’t feel like dating anymore. I care about him, I don’t want to hurt him but I know I’m gonna end up doing it anyway. he already said he loves me and that I make him happy and it makes me feel like I should keep going with this relationship. But, I don’t want to introduce him to my parents or take him to my home I just… I don’t want intimacy, I hate intimacy and I know I already made all the wrong choices so + ++ so, if you could give me an advice, a light about it, if you have any thing to tell me to finally make the right decision with this boys, it would mean the world. If you don’t know nothing just ignore it, but thank you anyways.”

Tbh I’m really not comfortable giving relationship advice esp to anons, in my opinion you need to decide how you feel about him. If you actually care then you need to open up and if you don’t then you need to stop leading him on. If you don’t like dating or want intimacy then you should not have initiated this relationship, it sounds like you should be focusing on yourself and why you struggle so much with intimacy and don’t want to open up to anyone. I️f you truly do care about him and don’t want to hurt him, explain this to him; as either an ending or as a way to try to work together. It sounds like you really don’t have any interest in him or a relationship with him at all though so maybe just be his friend.

i'd like you to close your eyes. you don’t trust me? oh that’s nice isn’t it? i’ve been coming to stockholm for seven years. first time i roll up on my own [imitating a fan] we don’t trust you! i cant wait to come back! close your eyes please. [jokingly yells] do it! i’d like you to join hands with the person next to you. i’ll give you two minutes to put your phones away. alright, everyone good? i’d like you to raise them up in the air. ok. you can put them down. now stick them back up in the air… you are joined hands. and i’d like you to know every single one of you here tonight–if you are black, if you are white, if you are gay, if you are straight, if you are transgender, whoever you are, whoever you wanna be– i support you and i love every single one of you.
—  HARRY IN STOCKHOLM
This week, just so you guys know, I’m overwhelmed in the best sense. It’s all because of you and all of the amazing, insane, wonderful, loyal acts and feelings you’ve expressed not only this week but the past year, the past 10 years. I’m not trying to get up here and bore you with my feelings but I’m about to be 28 and there are so many of you here tonight that have been hanging out with me online, or listening to my music for 10 years, 12 years, 6 years, whatever it is. I am trying so hard to process the way that I feel about what we’ve done this week. It’s just different this time, it just is. I used to feel happy and just jump around. This time I’m so happy and I’m so proud of us. It’s a different kind of happiness. It’s like a contentment and a pride that I have for you and how close we are and that you guys would come here and went to the pop-up show yesterday. That was crazy. It’s all just so much to take and I am so happy to see you. I just hope you had a good time tonight so far. I’m going to say hi to you guys, I’m going to take pictures, and that’s what’s gonna happen next. I don’t even know what to say. I’m so happy that you like me, thank you for being here. I’ll see you in a minute!
—  Taylor at the Taylor Swift Now reputation celebration (x)
How To Come Out in A Conservative Society

An History Lesson on Ellen DeGeneres and Theories about BTS

First, let me start off by saying that I know this is going to piss off some people. Your precious boys can’t have a bad rumor spread about them, can they? 

Well, fun fact: These rumors about idols have gone on for years, and they still have jobs. The rumors aren’t the problem, because when it comes to LGBT rumors, unlike straight rumors or controversies, Korea readily just accepts them as not possible and so someone can be rumored gay and nothing come from it, unless it was ever confirmed, so again, the rumor isn’t the problem. The lack of acceptance if said rumors are confirmed is the problem, because idols can only work if a company feels they will be able to make money. It is simple economics. If fans are not willing to accept and openly express acceptance, how can we expect a society to? How can we expect companies to feel that their artists have a market? Now I understand Korea has a thing about censorship despite fan reaction. This is a part of the problem, and it is a complicated political setting in which I do not understand and therefore cannot determine the ultimate solution. 

All I can say is this:

Guys, America was not always as accepting as it is now. America did used to be like Korea, and none of the laws for the LGBT were in place. What changed? The people. If you, as fans, are so set on protecting idols that you inherently promote the idea that being LGBT is an issue, even if you don’t mean it that way, you are being problematic to the cause. Discussing it openly allows idols and even companies to see the acceptance among fans, and fans educating other fans about it allows the societies to see the change in the people. You have the power but when you so adamantly push to censor the discussion, you give the power to those who wish to not acknowledge the LGBT. Talking is good, and could really help an LGBT idol feel better about themselves if they are LGBT.

NOW ONTO THE TOPIC OF DISCUSSION!

So, BTS wants to visit Ellen. This is very interesting to me, as I have always felt a slight connection of their stories. I have a theory, but you have to actually hear me out to try and understand that this is something legitimate and not just some delusion of grandeur. 

First, how many of you actually know the history behind Ellen?

Well, I am going to assume that a lot of you are younger than me. BTS is younger than me lol. So, in the 90s, Ellen DeGeneres was an American television sweetheart. People loved her. American families watched her all the time. She was really popular. She had her show Ellen, which if you didn’t know, was not the talk show she has now. It was an actual sitcom where she played a character named Ellen. She boldly made the choice ON THE SHOW to have the character come out as a lesbian, and the next day on a talk show, she came out herself.

It was a bold move in the 90′s when LGBT rights were in the shitter. Still, if you look back, she actually was quite clever and strategic. She played the every woman and that’s why families loved her, but you will see hints of her sexuality. She used her medium and talent to subconsciously familiarize her audience with the idea of her being LGBT. It took a lot of work, and trust me, her coming out was not ENTIRELY smooth, but it went quite well. She was one of the few at the time to come out and have her career thrive after. 

She after that managed to have the highest viewed day time talk show that still runs today, a role in one of the most beloved children’s films, Finding Nemo. In fact, a open lesbian having a role like Dory in a children’s film at all was a huge deal. She managed to do all of this and land a deal with JC Penney and Covergirl, and her net worth is 350 million. She even for over a decade remained with her wife Portia, all while her career grew. Sure, along the way there were idiots who condemned her, but most of America loved Ellen.

All from a woman who wore short hair, gender non-conforming fashion, and openly lived as a lesbian in the 90′s. She may not be too shocking to you guys, but she did “look like a lesbian” in what people would have defined (don’t take this as my belief).

How? 

Just being someone everyone can connect to! She was happy and funny and wanted the world to laugh! She showed that LGBT people are just like everyone else. They wanted their rights, and that was all. This is a discussion for an entirely different subject, but I as an LGBT can tell you that while I think people should be accepted and able allowed to behave in the manner they see fit as long as it harms no one, there is value in LGBT who are not defined by the stereotypical “LGBT” behavior and are simply just day by day people who live just like you. Ellen did not over-exaggerate her sexuality’s stereotypical behavior. There is nothing wrong with being flamboyant, but sometimes sadly, the first step to acceptance is to be able to empathize and she was the one to be able to connect to easier, and with time, starting with people like her being accepted, times changed, and now we are seeing acceptances for all forms. It isn’t perfect, and it probably never will be, but it is there. She pushed boundaries, but she did so strategically and it worked for her.

NOW LOL WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH BTS?

Well, if you are familiar with their music, behavior, ethical principles, and the HYYH, then you might see where I am going with this.

Firstly, I would be here for hours if I mentioned all the various moments were they referenced something LGBT or did something related to. There is the Japanese Jungkook fanboy, Glam’s Party XXO, Namjoon’s words about the issue, Yoongi and his fuckery, Troye Sivan ultimate stanning, ‘I Know’ etc, but let me continue with my point.

I feel that BTS are familiarizing their fans with the idea of LGBT within idols. Idols have always had fanservice, and idols have always had ones who professed acceptance. There have even been idols that have hinted towards ideas of LGBT in their art (like Monsta X’s All In) but if ARMYS are correct about the HYYH, there may actually be the first LGBT narrative involving idols (KWill’s Please Don’t featured an LGBT plotline but I am talking about the idol themselves being involved). 

There have been hints that Yoongi and Jungkook within the narrative have a romantic plot. The HYYH Notes give this idea some light. Granted, we could be incorrect, but it does seem to be the case with the narrative text. We will have to see in the future where they take it.The Love Yourself highlights also hint at this. Then, Namjoon’s insistence on Love Yourself: Her being gender neutral. I think this is for a specific purpose as well.

Then there was the photoshoot with Jimin and Jungkook on the same rainbow unicorn float that was used at Korean Pride that same summer. I do not find this coincidental at all. There is a message, and I find that they are trying to send it in a palatable way for fans, which sadly shouldn’t have to happen, but it is the society we live in. There is the fact that they covered a song without changing pronouns, which would be ignored had it not been for the recent Namjoon comments and the fact that the BigHit survey featured more than the two genders. I think they recognize all of this. I think that this is all to familiarize fans with directly associating idol with LGBT. 

They are pushing boundaries, but doing so strategically.

Now, this next part might split some people, because it involves two members together, and I know people get pissy but hear me out. Please note that while you may think I am wrong, if you believe there are other LGBT members, the former discussion still applies.

I think the recent events involving Jungkook and Jimin are not fanservice. They are real events that are used by the two for fans. Let me explain: If they are together, they are spending time together, publicly interacting, and expressing themselves more. They are doing this because they love each other, but this is shown for fans for the purpose I believe of getting fans used to the idea, so that if they did eventually come out, it would not be such a shock. Much like Ellen did. I could be entirely wrong, but I think every moment is genuine and they are just showing it to people they care about to show their love. It can be a gift to fans, but that does not make it fanservice. 

As, I said, take the last two paragraphs away, and my point is still relevant, but I do believe they are utilizing this as a chance for members to come out who would not feel comfortable doing so before. I find at this point in time, the most likely is Jimin and Jungkook.

For sure, Jungkook. I always believed him to be some form of LGBT.

NOW, what does any of this mean? What does the future hold?

Well…

You got me.

If I am correct, and I believe I am, this means that BigHit and BTS will eventually tackle the idea of LGBT head on. I think an issue is with the Korea Unicef program, as it is 2 years long, and Yoongi decided not to get a tattoo to be able to do it, so what makes us think being LGBT wouldn’t be an issue, BUT who knows? They may utilize the fact that they are the current most successful Korean idol artist on a national and worldwide scale to see what can happen. Not changing the language they sing in reaches to their intent for change and being a voice for Korean youth, and utilizing the international fame allows them to bridge the youth they are reaching to with the liberalism of Western media.

The thing is in order to not kill their careers, they have to be big enough to survive it. That is why the first part of my essay is so important. Fans are the key. Our support and votes, and yes, our money, is the key to them being big enough that they are untouchable. That might not ever truly happen but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. If we can have an idol who is LGBT that is as big as them, that can invoke change…

JUST LIKE ELLEN. It takes time. Things didn’t change immediately after her, but damn if life didn’t get more and more progressive. I also credit so many others for that, but this is about them.

Please, take into consideration that I put a lot of thought into this before you brush me off, BUT ultimately this is my opinion. Good Day.

Camera Shy

Teddy played by the lovely @kapitan5o

Teddy: Harry just gave me this muggle camera and I want to try it out 

Victoire: Sure! how’s this?

Teddy: Stop moving! apparently you need to stay still for this to work… 


((OOC: Little impromptu thread since I accidentally dressed like Victoire a couple of days ago <33 huge thanks to Kap for helping me out <3)) 

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Happy Steven Moffat appreciation day!

‘Heroes are important. History books tell us who we used to be, documentaries tell us who we are now, but heroes tell us who we want to be and a lot of our heroes depress me. But you know when they made this particular hero (The Doctor), they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. And not a tank or warship or X-wing fighter. They gave him a call box from which you can call for help. And they didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray. They gave him an extra heart. They give him two hearts and that’s an extraordinary thing because I don’t think there will ever be a time when we don’t need a hero like the Doctor.’