i really like his character work actually? Like he is a pitch-perfect ‘guy who is really sensitive/craves approval but has learned to mask that by lashing out at others, being weird and clownish, and taking pains to appear disaffected’. I have known that guy.
he sometimes kinda breaks and you see Stardust Genius (aka Red Kota Ibushi), who just wanted the crowd to love him, and never got that.
then he gets vicious and doubles down on the i-don’t-care thing
(guess what: he does care)
I appreciate and adore the way he is with Hiromu. You can tell that Hiromu is like his baby bro, he looks out for him, defends him, and supports him. He seems like the type who would rag on Hiromu sometimes for being weird, but if anyone else tried to he would bash their face in.
In general he seems really supportive of the rest of LIJ
I actually kinda feel him on the IC belt thing? And I think his antics with the IC belt perfectly match his character: he really wanted to be loved by the crowd; he really wanted wrestling to mean this one thing but it just.. didn’t. Wrestling should have meant that Stardust Genius (again, Red Kota Ibushi) was loved by the crowd because he was good, goddammit! He did all the good flips! He fought really well! But none of it mattered; they just didn’t want him. And he felt cheated by that, he felt that was unjust. But he didn’t have control over it, so he became disrespectful and angry. Same with the IC belt: it should mean something. It should be the belt that gets defended and challenged elsewhere in the world. This was the belt that Shinsuke Nakamura made great, and it should be an honor to hold it. But no one cared. They created a US title, they overlooked him. So he lashed out.
People on here were talking about him cheating on his wife and gettin’ someone(s?) knocked up, and that makes me really sad. I don’t know about it, but it’s a huge bummer because I really enjoyed liking him.
I LOOOOVE watching him take a thousand hours to do EVERYTHING it’s so fucking good he’s so goddamned tranquilo it’s an art
Ok ok but Maggie being like a stone cold bitch at work and everyone is kinda afraid of her. She’s women and a lesbian so she can’t afford to screw up and she’s serious all the time and everyone in the precinct see her as like the ice queen. She doesn’t take sexist shit and shes had more than a few run-ins with ‘good old boy’ cops for her coworkers to know she can have a temper. Basically Maggie’s attitude is just like when Maggie first meets Alex. She’s confrontational and cocky but shes also very private.
And when all of the other cops see Maggie around this hot FBI agent they like freak out.
"Dude that FBI chick just kissed the Sawyer’s cheek and Sawyer smiled?“
"Ok I actually saw the ice queen giggle. No joke"
"Bro they were holding hands…… And it was kinda cute"
“She called the FBI chick ‘sweetheart’?!?!?!?!?!”
I want Maggie being that bitch™ at work and everyone losing their minds when they see how soft she is with Alex!!!!!!
just when you thought he couldn’t get any grumpier, min yoongi is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity.
so done with the world’s shit by now, honestly he stopped caring a long, long, looooong time ago and if anyone expects him to give a flying fuck about a hashtag or the panda’s dying they can think again.
political scandal? “is that a new band?”
global warming? “good, it’s kinda drafty here.”
the sun will one day grow to encompass the earth? “great, i’ll be waiting.”
whenever he gets bored or impatient with everything he’ll just go to ground and hibernate.
by which i mean he will literally dig himself a hole and go to sleep in the earth for anything from a week to a century (ok that was one time.)
and he’s cold all. the. time. like, yeah i know he’s technically dead but he actually feels the cold all the time, because he lowkey starves himself.
so he’s always very bundled up, and doesn’t really notice the temperature shift from inside/outside or winter/summer.
and yoongi is old, okay, he doesn’t need much blood to keep him going.
he’s got a short list of donors he can have a few sips from during the week, and that way nobody has to die because of him.
because ugh slaughter is such a pain to clean up.
so, not only is he technically dead, but he looks kinda malnourished, a little sick, and like he hasn’t slept. ever.
and yet he’s very pretty, flawless, stoic, and distractingly magnetic.
because he’s so old however, he’s not weak, just lethargic af.
there’s just one thing he cares about. wanna take a wild guess?
the only reason he hasn’t sunk to the bottom of the ocean, flung himself into a volcano, or walked into the sunset by now.
and when you don’t need to eat, sleep, or pee, you get through a lot of music so yoongi has pretty much heard it all.
these days he just kinda hibernates and wanders around while he’s waiting for new releases.
and you work in a record shop. wow isn’t that a nice coinkydink.
his usual place shuts down and he has to find a new shop that’ll let him sit around and listen to music in the evenings.
and your place of work is exactly one such place.
he comes in late, depending on the season, just when the sun has gone down, during the last few hours of your work day.
he doesn’t say anything, just sits and listens until you have to lock up.
and you just assume he works all day and this is the only time he has to go browse, although you notice eventually that he rarely buys anything, but you decide to leave him alone because he looks like he’s had one hell of a day.
anyway it’s nice not to be alone in the shop at the end of the day when it gets dark and all.
you tried to offer him coffee once, because you got some for yourself and he always looks like he just got in from a snowstorm. but he just shook his head no.
and at first he would stop by the shop once a month or every two weeks.
but one night, when you play something over the speakers that he hasn’t heard in decades, he suddenly feels???? nostalgic ????
and with wide eyes he asks you the name of the artist and you trip all over yourself and your words trying to tell him because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak and wow is that what his voice sounds like
and after that he starts coming every night to rediscover all the old stuff he hasn’t listened to in ages, because somehow in all his grump he had completely forgotten he could do that????
and he’s lowkey very grateful that he rediscovered his love of music through you, so whenever you try to make polite conversation with him after that he doesn’t just grunt or shake his head, he gives you actual answers, and you start learning more about him.
you let him stay after closing time, just a little while until you have to go, making small talk whenever he’s not absorbed in the music.
that way you learn so, sO much about music, everything from little technical details to great historical context, and you don’t understand how one man can have such a large range of knowledge.
and then you start playing whichever album he chooses over the speakers so that you can both listen and talk about the music together.
and stay around longer so he can finish whichever album he’s listening to that evening.
and he begins to walk you home because that way you can continue your conversations, and also it’s late and dark and he knows exactly what kind of monsters lurk in these shadows.
and by that time you’re already head over heels for him, but he’s very careful about keeping his distance, so you just assume he’s not attracted to you and that’s fine as long as he keeps keeping you company.
yoongi has probably mentioned he’s a vampire.
like at least twice he’s proclaimed to be dead and you just assumed you didn’t get the joke.
but the real joke is he’s dead, he doesn’t care who knows, and it’s not like anyone will believe him anyway.
“you’re too thin, when was the last time you ate something, yoongi?”
“a couple centuries probably, what year is it again?”
“you’re so pale, yoongi, you should get more sun.”
“i’m already dead, a little sun isn’t gonna help.”
“you look tired, yoongi, do you get enough sleep?”
“i took a ten year nap before this, don’t worry.”
“hey, yoongi, how are you today?”
“dead. could be worse, i guess.”
and then, you go and get a dang paper cut.
before you can so much as bring it to your lips yoongi is already at your side, pressing a tissue (where did that even come from?) to the cut so firmly it cuts off circulation to the entire finger anyway.
and he’s so,,,,, close.
you’ve never seen him so close, and all you can do is stare at him like an idiot and wonder how many people have specks of red in their eyes, because you’ve never seen that on anyone before.
and he doesn’t even breathe. he can’t.
and that’s when you realise “yoongi, you’re so cold!”
“i’m dead. i told you, i’m a vampire.”
and you’re like hha,,, hah,,,ha? w-what?
so he takes your other hand, and holds it to the side of his neck and he’s completely cold and there’s no pulse.
and now the cat is out of the bag so he may as well lean in and sniff you because life’s too short amirite.
“you smell……….. incredible.”
that’s when you see his lil fangs.
and at first you’re freaking out because hol ?? ?y STHIT???
but then you realise, this is yoongi, who’s walked you home for months now, he’s had every opportunity to drain you dry and he hasn’t and you’re desperately in love with him.
so you just kinda,,,,, chill.
and yoongi looks surprised, expecting you to kick and scream, and asks why your heart rate suddenly slowed again and you tell him it’s because you trust him.
so, he asks “but what if i bit you?”
and you say “you wouldn’t.”
“then,,,,,,,, what if i kissed you?”
your heart damn near beats right out of your chest.
and in response he gives you the smuggest grin, fangs and all.
*reads post about disorder and mildly relates to half a sentence of it* sounds edgy *loudly screams from the rooftops that I Definitely Have The Disorder*
How I actually self dxed:
(note that this takes place over a period of multiple months)
*reads post about disorder* wow I really relate to this but I don't have that disorder so I'll just ignore it.
*reads and relates to many more posts about that disorder* ok, I should probably look into this more.
*looks up official diagnostic criteria for the disorder* huh, I guess I don't have it.
*reads and relates to more posts about the disorder* hmm… this is kinda weird…
*looks up the diagnostic criteria again, this time recalling past incidences of symptoms* wait I… actually do enough of these symptoms to get I diagnosis… how did I not realize this the first time…?
Me, weeks later:
but what if I actually don't?
*looks at the diagnostic criteria again, remembering even more past symptoms* ok I most likely really do have this disorder.
but what if I really don't
*takes at least half a dozen online tests based off the official diagnostic criteria*
Literally every test:
You might/probably/definitely have moderate/severe (disorder). You need to see a mental health professional.
ok, the evidence so far suggests I have this disorder
Me, forever questioning my own perceptions:
ok but what if I don't
something that keeps bothering me is that when katy perry released i kissed a girl she became extremely popular, but hayley kiyoko releases songs about loving women as an actual wlw and she just kinda gains this very small (mainly wlw) following and idk i think it’s because people love to say they support wlw but at the end of the day, they would much rather hear a straight girl singing about kissing a girl than actual wlw
Honestly, one of my major pet peeves is when the secular Yiddish revival movement pretends it’s single-handedly resurrecting a dead language or something, ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of native Yiddish speakers and that number is growing rapidly every day. And that continuity was never broken; for Chassidim, Yiddish never died.
Like I literally just saw a post saying there were only a “handful” of Yiddish speakers, and about how awesome it was that some secular Yiddish revivalists had created a Hebrew-English dictionary with modern words like “email,” as if there aren’t probably at least a hundred thousand people who are bilingual in Yiddish and English and use both in their daily lives, and certainly talk about emails.
So what’s the deal? Do secular Yiddish revivalists see Chassidim as too religious or “backwards” to count? I certainly hope not, but it sure seems that way.
And look, I get it. For most American Jews, there *was* a break in continuity regarding Yiddish. And the secular Yiddish culture of Eastern Europe *was* violently destroyed. You have every right to reclaim what was taken from you and it is a radical act to do so, but please stop pretending that Yiddish is not already a thriving living language.
what do u think would happen if jeremy walked into the bathroom while michael was crying (like during the party)
OK SO i asked em ( aka @gayradwhitedad ) to help me with this ask and they came up with some really good headcanons ( like wtf they’re the best ) and i drew some of them so!!! the drawings are here and the headcanons are under the cut ( PLEASE READ THE WHOLE THING, IT’S SO GOOD )
OK to go back a couple of days to that person who said that if you don’t care about historical studies of the USSR then you’re not going to be good at class struggle that statement kinda hit at a major issue I have and will help me talk abt my specific view of communism.
Communism like, isn’t the hardest thing in the world. It’s actually in the end a pretty simple proposition (in a way similar to Clausewitz saying war is very simple, that it’s the application that gets amazingly complicated). But at its base, the fact that workers are exploited by capital, and that this exploitation is systemic isn’t like, the hardest thing to get. It’s something that goes with the lived experience of workers, that cuts through most aspects of their lives. You’ll hear the schlubbiest most conservative guy say shit about this! It’s where this general proposition goes into specific politics that people get turned off.
And I’m not saying that we just gotta par communism down to some inoffensive thing or that we shouldn’t have specifics at all. Navigating the path of solidarity and action is amazingly hard, and within this simple proposition is room for a million disagreements. But the thing to me is that communism needs to start with the material interest of the working class and the oppressed. And that material interest isn’t something that just exists in a historical text or in theory, it’s something that exists in people’s day to day lives.
Circling back, that’s why the idea that the first thing you gotta do if you wanna be a communist or even participate in class struggle (which is an ambient force that we all exist in!) Is study some text or some period of history so insulting. Yes, history is important and needs to be used for us to expand our ability to make decisions and work practically, and yes theory is incredibly useful for structuring thought and giving new perspectives, but it’s in no way the first thing about being a communist!
Communism doesn’t exist in a book, it exists in the movement to abolish capitalism. It comes from the material interest of the working class existing here and now, and by substituting the knowledge of these contradictions with “well the first thing if ya wanna be a communist is read this book about this revolution and then after that agree with my interpretation of that book” is a substitution of class consciousness with like, idk, it shows me you’re more interested in furthering your specific groups position within leftism and shit more than like, making people communists.
Time For Bed Rated: Mature [Talking Christian into going to bed was harder than you thought]
Got a request from silexia and I thought it was super cute so here you go~ My first Christian Yu scenario~
You hated to say it, but you were happy when Christian stopped being an idol. That lifestyle was so hard on you both. The hectic work schedule, the traveling, the late night practices. It was all awful.
But he’d found a new love and passion. Editing and directing seemed to be his calling and you supported every waking moment of it. But just like his previous job, you found him staying up all night working on it.
You came home from work mid-day to find your boyfriend hard at work editing Live’s new MV, and here it was well past midnight and Christian had barely even moved. He probably wouldn’t have even eaten if you hadn’t brought him food.
Getting him to stop was going to be no easy feat. You’d been trying to for the last couple hours, and he’d always just say “Just a few more minutes Babe. I’ll be right there”
“Christian?” you knocked on his office door, poking your head inside. “I made you some tea”
He turned around giving you a tired smile, the dark bags more and more noticeable under his eyes “Thanks, Babe” he removed his headphones accepting the tea. “I just got to finish up a few more scenes and then I’ll be off to bed. Ok?” he smiled into your touch, kissing your hand. You didn’t even have to ask to be rejected anymore.
I’m a host at a restaurant and it’s located in a really rich white person neighborhood(I’m talking I literally heard someone unironically ask if an apple was $20 kind of rich) and most of the servers commute from less affluent areas. The locals are all absolute entitled assholes, but one that came in on Easter took the cake.
So this lady comes in, wearing bigass juicy sunglasses, hoop earrings and “the Rachel” haircut. Keep in mind at this time the wait for a table of 2 was 45 minutes to an hour. She struts up in these super tall heels, and asks how long it would be for a table of six. I told her it would be 2 hours.
She immediately asked to speak to a manager, and told the manager that I was discriminating against her because she was white, and that “that bitch gave the Mexican couple in front of me a 45 minute wait!”(they were actually Japanese(they didn’t look latinx at all either??) and there were 2 of them but ok). The manager kind of just, rolled his eyes and told her it was because there are only two of them, and that we’ll get to her as soon as possible.
We ended up being able to sit her in like, 1.5 hours, and she complained that out quote time wasn’t accurate, and that she was going to leave us an absolutely scathing Yelp review and I just kinda cringed and sat her in one of the nicer server’s section.
She proceeded to complain to the server for five minutes before ordering a salad with the dressing on the side, then yelling at the server for the dressing not being on the salad(????), and called out the manager again, who comped half of her meal and have her a free dessert. She then forgot her credit card in the check presenter, despite me reminding her when walking by her.
She called the restaurant and accused the server of stealing the card, complained she’d have to drive back from x city(it was like a 15 minute drive in traffic) and when she got there, my manager gave her another free dessert.
I was working two days later and she called to speak to our general manager to report the incident, turned out all three had been ignoring her calls because they had bent over backwards to make up for what wasn’t even a mistake in the first place.
The lady didn’t realize she was speaking to the host who had been working when she came in and told me that, “the host up front was being really rude, I know she was talking about me to this Mexican couple sitting near her”(once again this was a Japanese couple, and they were tourists, so i was helping to interpret the menu for them…in Japanese???idk how that sounded like Spanish but ok lady)
I told the manager, and he took the call and told her, “ma'am I don’t know what else I can do to make it up to you, unless you’re expecting me to fire them.”
Three seconds later he said “oh you expect me to fire them.” And he just…hung up, and told me she tried to tell us that the server was most likely an illegal alien.
OKAY STORY TIME. So like y'all prolly know Sebastian is in the movie I’m Not Here, right? So the other day, the movie’s Twitter account tweeted and was like, “the person who tweets us a number between 1 and 1000 closest to the one we picked wins one of Sebastian’s suits from the movie.” So I was like “lol ok let’s tweet a number.” I fucking won it. They literally mailed me his suit and I have no idea what to do with it. I cannot believe this is my life rn. ANYWAYS that’s the the end of the story that’s all I got peace fam. (Also excuse my shitty pictures I took a pic of the suit outside bc the light was kinda nice) @jamesbuckybarnes@sweetheartbarnes@yikesevans@winterosldier
James: Lily kissed me.
Remus: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!
James: It was unbelievable.
Remus: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!
Sirius: Ok, alright we wanna hear everything. Remus, get the wine and shut the door. James, does this end well or do we need tissues?
James: Ohhh it ended very well.
Remus: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!!
Sirius: Alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like…was it like, a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, y'know, “I gotta have you now” kinda thing?
James: Well, at first it was really intense, y'know, and then…oh god, and then we just sorta sunk into it…
Sirius: Ohh, so, ok, was she like holding you close or were her hands like, on your back?
James: No, actually first they were–they started out on my waist… and then they slid up, and then they were in my hair…
Sirius & Remus: Ohhh…
Lily: And then I, and then I kissed him.