qualified beauties

If you have doubts about seeing the new Beauty and the Beast movie because of certain decisions made by Disney...

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….LeFou has done nothing to warrant hatred and is just amazing in this movie.

Seriously.

Go watch it and judge it for yourself. If you come to me and say you didn’t like it after you watched it, for whatever reasons you put forward, well…that’s your rightful opinion and I will accept and respect it like a gentleman.

Judging Disney’s decisions without even watching the damn movie is shameful, especially since this one is just…just great entertainment! Maybe not the best movie for 2017, but it certainly qualifies as award-worthy.

  • Plebe: But you CAN'T, cannot, can not, are unable to look past What Leroux Described ® so please, Phangirls, shut up.
  • Me: Son, I've spent enough nights awake contemplating this damnable obsession, so let me tell u I'd gently pet and console a mouldy, ill-tempered sack of potatoes if it was my Erik.
Malik Ishtar isn’t Girly, or Gay

And other inflammatory titles, including: “Western Character Readings are neither Definitive, nor at times, Appropriate”. 

nb: This essay will make use of the term Marginalized Orientations, Gender identities, and Intersex, (hereinafter referred to as MOGAI) as an alternative to the word queer.

A fairly common description of Malik Ishtar, is that he is designed with effeminate, and MOGAI-encoded traits. This reading of his aesthetic, whilst not exclusive to the Western fandom, is exacerbated, and encouraged by a Western perspective of gender, sexuality, and encoding. 

Obviously, there is nothing wrong with approaching Yu-Gi-Oh! or Malik Ishtar as a Westerner, particularly as the series enjoyed a global release. In fact, it is natural to consider the impact of MOGAI-encoding on a Western audience. However, not analyzing the material within its native context (1) is short-sighted, and incredibly self-absorbed.


To state that Malik Ishtar is intended (2) to be read as feminine, or gay, applies this Western reading without remembering this. Instead, Malik’s design clearly draws on a Bishōnen (美少年, lit. beautiful young man) aesthetic. Although Bishōnen does indeed have roots in homosexuality, and femininity, the modern use of the aesthetic is realized as a form of idealized youth, transient bisexuality, and gender-neutral androgyny. 

Initially, this description of Bishōnen may seem very similar to the Westernized “camp” aesthetic. Indeed, Bishōnen includes elements of MOGAI-encoding, but where the Westernized trope has effeminate elements deriving from sexuality, the Bishōnen trope derives androgyny, and bisexuality from age. Further, where the Westernized “camp” is used to portray MOGAI characters, often via negative parody, Bishōnen are considered highly desirable to women.

Indeed, they are described as highly desirable to everyone. It is an aesthetic intended to appear as neither masculine, nor feminine, and to be transcendently attractive. In this regard, Bishōnen most closely resemble the Western depiction of angels (gender-neutral, and beautiful to everyone) more than Western depictions of MOGAI individuals.

What a sweet angel - hah! 

Moving on, Bishōnen as an aesthetic is seen as appealing, and is emulated by Idols, Visual Kei artists, and many Japanese Youth in order to become more attractive, especially to women. It is not specifically an aesthetic favoured by the Japanese MOGAI community, and indeed, the homosexual male community distinctly disfavours it.

However, due to its popularity with young women, within the Shōnen genre, it is specifically used to appeal to a female readership. This is different to being a Shōjo, or Yaoi/BL genre, in that Bishōnen are used - again, to appeal to the female readership - but also feature in romantic storylines, involving either young women, or young men. When used in Shōnen, it diversifies reader appeal aesthetically, rather than narratively.

Although there is still an implication of bisexuality, Malik is primarily designed as incredibly attractive. Importantly, the bisexuality disclosed by the trope is specific to age - basically, same-gender romantic tension is acceptable, as something practiced by children, and teenagers.

Arguably the design-shift between the Battle City arc, and Millennium World arc is heightened masculinity. From a Western Perspective, he has lost many of his feminine, and thus MOGAI-encoded traits. However, in the context of Bishōnen, Malik has retained the elegance, and prettiness that qualify him as beautiful (bi, 美) and grown away from youthful androgyny. The implication is not that his heel-face-turn has “straightened” him out, but that it has matured him from a beautiful boy, into a beautiful man (biseinen, 美青年).

Of course, this does carry the connotation that he will eventually grow out of his “childish” bisexuality. There is still a MOGAIphobic element, however it was not deliberately invoked, and is instead a facet of a larger cultural attitude. This does not make it less offensive, but it does make it less implicit. In case it is unclear to any readers, people do not grow up and magically become straight, and the implication that they do is offensive.


In conclusion, Malik Ishtar’s aesthetic is not coded as “girly”, or “gay”, but instead as ambivalent in sexuality, and androgynous in presentation – and above-all, excessively young, and attractive

And maybe if Malik is hot as hell, and strips a bit in the anime, then more girls will watch YGO. It worked, didn’t it?

Although a Western audience will always bring their own expectations, tropes and encoding to analysis, it is important to never assume that one’s own perspective is more important, or accurate. To make that assumption is flatly offensive in this context.

Regardless of Malik Ishtar’s aesthetic informing the audience that he is androgynous, and bisexual, please don’t forget that presentation does not equal sexuality, or identity. 


FOOTNOTES

(1) As a sidenote, don’t forget, there is a strong cultural divide between Japanese media or entertainment, and Japanese society. There is an understanding that deviations permitted in the context of entertainment isn’t normally permissible, and is not inherently real. As Malik Ishtar is a fictional character, societal oppression does not apply to him in the same way, or intensity as it it would, if he was a real person.

(2) Additionally, it is vital to understand that the design of a character does not exist in a vacuum. Although Malik Ishtar may have character reasons for his presentation, he is not a real person, and therefore lacks autonomy over his appearance. Instead, his appearance is dictated by his creator, and his creator’s motivations.

Therefore, it remains offensive to presume that the sexuality and gender identity of real people can be determined by their presentation. Although presentation may be dissected from a design standpoint, to argue a character, or real person identifies in certain ways, based purely on their appearance is potentially problematic.

So I’d like to preface this with I’ve yet to see Beauty and the Beast, so I can only judge by what I’ve heard.

But seeing all these posts about Watson’s performance got me thinking.

Disney.

You already have a brunette that vaguely looks like Belle, has a British accent since you insisted on that, has some goddamn good acting chops for a newcomer, can sing (Barbra Fucking Streisand even said so), and would get all the butts in the seats, because everyone already loves her.

Like. I realize Watson was lined up for a Beauty and the Beast adaptation since Guillermo del Toro was making it.

But Disney.

You could’ve had Daisy Ridley.

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And yes, I’m aware there’d be serious scheduling conflicts, but goddammit, I find it hard to believe I’d have all this hate thrown in my face if they had found a way to work this out…

Like. If you had to go as white as you did, at least pick someone epically qualified.

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GLOSSIER/MILK Overview. Caroline Hirons has spoken. 

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♛ legendarium characters

Fingolfin (Y.T. 1190 - F.A. 456)

Having different mothers, Fingolfin and his older half-brother Fëanor never felt a close bond with each other. This lack of affinity developed into rivalry when Melkor secretly told each of them that the other was planning on driving them out of Tirion. During the days of the Two Trees in Valinor, as Melkor’s lies were taking their place in Noldor’s minds, people started thinking that the Valar were holding them back from going back to Cuiviénen. Fëanor was the first to speak against the Valar, and Finwë summoned all of the lords of his house to resolve the issue. As Fingolfin was contending with his father to restrain Fëanor, the latter arrived fully armed with weapons he had secretly forged. Even though Fingolfin accepted him as the older one, Fëanor threatened Fingolfin, who was unarmed, with his sword, after which Fingolfin bowed to Finwë and left, only to be followed by Fëanor and threatened again in public. After the escape of Melkor from Valinor, during the feast Manwë held for the reconciliation of the Eldar, Fingolfin publicly forgave Fëanor and called him “Half-brother in blood, full brother in heart”. Nevertheless that was before their father died and the dreadful events on the journey to Middle-earth took place.

You Are Perfect (Alistair/Warden)

For the calming drabble prompt: “I don’t care what they think. To me, you are perfect.” And because I haven’t posted anything with Alistair in too long.

“Alistair, you can’t,” Solona whispered, a look of pain flitting across her face. She fought back tears as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You’re going to be the next King of Ferelden. You have to-”

He cut her off angrily. “I never wanted to be king. I still don’t want to be king. My place is with the Wardens. With you.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself against her own words. “But you’re the only person who can lead Ferelden now. It’s not about me anymore.”

“Anora can lead for all I care!” he retorted. “She wants it far more than I do anyway.” He reached for her but she pulled away, still staying carefully out of reach. “No matter what happens, we can find a way to make things work. We always have…” He trailed off as she shook her head.

“Alistair, you’re to be king. You have to be king. You know yourself that we can’t trust Anora on the throne.” The lump in her throat seemed to be getting larger and she swallowed hard. “I-” she grit her teeth as her voice trembled noticeably, “I’m sorry.”

He groaned, frustration clear on his face, mingled with the hurt. “Fine,” he said at length, and she had to fight the urge to inhale sharply at the finality of his tone. “Fine, but you’re staying with me.”

She blinked, thrown by the unexpected demand. “I- What?”

“Stay with me. Marry me.” He hesitated, momentary embarrassment flickered over his face, but continued on doggedly. “I know this isn’t a good time, and there are a thousand other things to worry about but…” He trailed off, noticing her slack-jawed expression.

There was a long silence as her brain struggled to process his words. “Please say something,” he murmured at last. “Solona, please.”

“I can’t!” The cry burst out of her before she could stop it, and she turned away before he could notice the tears that escaped her control.

“Why not?” His voice was small, uncertain, and Maker, why did it have to hurt so much?

Look at me,” Solona hissed, whipping around to face him once more, her tone full of the bitterness she had held back for years. “I’m a mage, Alistair. Only one misstep away from an abomination. Ferelden would never- You can’t-”

Her composure broke as he wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in an embrace that she shouldn’t - couldn’t - have. Yet, even through her sobs, she could hear him whisper fiercely, “I don’t care what they think. To me, you are perfect.”

Steve Rogers x Reader: Just Breathe

Helllooo! I wrote this all on my own without even a prompt, so yay for me. I think it’s adorable. Enjoy!

Warnings: Asthma attack, swearing.

Your name: submit What is this?

The faint sound of a siren far below made you blink open your eyes. You’d been leaning on the open window sill, sipping a hot cup of coffee to try and wake up, but obviously the soft woolen light of the clouds had lulled you back to sleep. You took another sip of coffee – blech, it was cold. You muttered venomously under your breath about fucking New York and why the hell is it necessary to be so cold until a sharp rap at the door startled you.

“Uh, yeah?” you croaked. Holy, your voice was low this morning. You must’ve been snoring last night. Steve poked his head through the door. The cute little smirk on his face made him look way more chipper than he had any right to at seven am.

“Morning, Y/N,” he said cheerfully. “I was just about to go running, do you want to come?”

You snorted and twisted a hand in your messy hair. “Do I look like I want to go for a run?”

He pursed his lips, eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he looked you up and down. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “Does looking beautiful qualify?”

Your face flushed hot, and you blinked rapidly. “Um, w-what?”

He half-smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but it might be fun. We could go for breakfast after.”

Still frozen. “Uhhh…”

“Think about it,” he said. “Come find me if you change your mind.” He withdrew and shut the door with a soft snick.

If you’d still been holding the coffee, you would’ve dropped it. Freaking Steve Rogers just asked you on a date – and you couldn’t go. You literally couldn’t. Running might be fun for Captain America and the like, but for an asthmatic such as yourself, it was not fun. In fact, it might even be deadly. But you really wanted to go!

You chewed on a lip and considered. First you had to get dressed – then maybe you’d go meet him for breakfast and explain why running dates weren’t an option.

In defiance of the weather, you chose a floaty little sundress with yellow flowers and a cute pair of flats. It wasn’t like Tony’s Human Resources department enforced a strict dress code anyway, and there was no way you were wearing a pantsuit to work on a Saturday. You hurried to the elevator, hoping to catch him on his way out.

“Y/N!” Tony called as you tried (in vain) to sneak past the door of the room you should’ve been working in five minutes ago. Crap. Why’d he pick today of all days for a stop-by?

“Um, yes?” You swiveled on your heel and tried to look innocent.

Tony was impeccably dressed as always, and didn’t look in the mood to deal with vagrant HR people. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Going somewhere important?”

Your face flushed, and you smiled guiltily. “Uhhh….to work?”

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.” He pointed to the doorway behind him, then winked and leaned closer. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll tell Cap you tried to follow him.”

“Wha- pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, face hot.

He gave you a skeptical look; you sighed, and pushed past him. “I’m going to work.”

This early, the room was deserted – quiet buzzing and a few desktop computers left on where people had gone to get their morning coffee. Yuck. Why were you even up this early, anyway?

Before you could even sit down, though, a – something, a warp or something – went through the air, popping your ears and sending you to the ground. All over the room, computers made panicked beeping noises and you even thought you saw smoke.

“Mr. Stark?!” you called out, scrambling to your feet. “I think there’s a problem.”

“Yep. Noticed,” he tossed over his shoulders as he rushed by. Probably going to get the armor. Was this an attack on the tower? Were there bad guys coming?

Somewhere over your head, a smoke alarm started to blare.

No. Shit. No no no no.

You felt a tightness in your chest, all too familiar and terrifying. Your breath came shorter and gasping, wheezing in your lungs. Your mouth gaped open as you fumbled in your purse for the puffer that was always there, no exceptions. Ever. So why couldn’t you find the damn thing? Your heart hammered, which didn’t help at all. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe and you needed air and it was so hard to think. Holy god, you needed air!

As your fumbling hands frantically closed around the inhaler, men in yellow suits stampeded into the room, stopping short when they saw you. Your stiff fingers made you drop the puffer, and it skittered across the polished floor. No, dammit! You gaped like a fish, trying to get a slow breath in and stop the attack. Their faces were obscured by black glass, like Hazmat suits. A.I.M., then. Bastards. But they were cowards – lame evil science nerds, not deranged neo-nazis like Hydra.

You couched low and crawled toward the fallen inhaler. But the A.I.M guys chose that moment to take off, and one careless boot sent the lifesaving inhaler into the far corner – farther than you could make it in this state. You fought down the rising panic as pounding footsteps faded.

Stars danced in front of your eyes. Your heart was beating too fast, and each gasp of air wasn’t enough. And fucking hell, you couldn’t even call for help.

Then suddenly, there were strong, warm hands pressing on your chest and lower down on your back, straightening your spine and making room for air in your lungs.

“I got you,” said a deep voice, and you wanted to cry. Steve! “I’m here, Y/N. Just breathe slow and deep.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to taker his advice, even though it hurt.

“Do you have an inhaler?” Steve asked, and you nodded.

“Over,” you stopped, wheezing, and pointed to the corner where it lay. “Over there.”

“Stay here,” he said, “And stay as upright as you can. I’ll be right back.”

Keeping your breath slow and even, you watched as he flipped the cap on the inhaler and held it to your lips. You knew what to do from this point. You breathed deep, the medicated scent calming your racing heart. One…two…three… You counted ten heartbeats and released the pent-up breath. Breathing was never exactly perfect with you, but you felt better. No more gasping or wheezing, although you were still breathing a little fast.

You slumped back against the computer desk with an exhausted sigh. A bead of sweat dripped down your temple. Steve crouched beside you, lips pursed pensively.

“You gonna be okay?” he asked, voice laced with concern. You nodded, reveling in the feeling of just getting enough oxygen. Amazing how good breathing feels, when it’s been gone a little while.

“How did you-?”

“Know about you?” Steve interrupted. “I didn’t this morning, or I wouldn’t have asked about the running thing. Sorry for that, by the way. Oh, and Jarvis told us you needed help.”

“S'okay,” you mumbled. “I was going to meet you for breakfast and explain anyway. But how did you know what to do?”

He half-smiled and gestured to himself. “Former asthmatic, remember?”

“Right. That.” Your breath shuddered a little and became more even. “Thank you. For everything.”

He shrugged. “What was I supposed to do? Just leave you there?”

You tilted your head, considering. “No,” you said finally. “But I’m glad it was you.”

A faint blush rose on his cheekbones. Holy hell, he was adorable. Those dimples!

“So, uh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Did you still want to go for breakfast, or…”

You bit your lip and nodded. “Just no running, okay?”

He smiled, a full, real smile. His blue eyes sparkled. “You got a deal.”


Nobody, least of all Tony, was surprised when you didn’t’ show up for work for the rest of the day.

Our passionate weekness

Hey everyone, I am sorry I have not been uploading for a long time now, but here is a pretty long scenario I wrote this week end. It’s a bit different from the ones I wrote until now but I guess it costs nothing to try some other forms. I wanted to dedicate this scenario to one of my best friend who is the main reason why I started running this blog. She’s the reason why I started to write again but in another language which is not my native one. And I just can’t thank her enough because now, thanks to her my talent in writing is shared with every single one of you and I receive many lovely words from many of you. So yeah, as it’s going to be the 1st year anniversary of this blog, and as I just had my 1st year anniversary with this best friend, I am writing such a scenario~

Taehyung fluff-angst-philosophical scenario (3 947 words).

I really hope you’ll take the time to read this scenario because it concerns every single one of us. I hope you’ll enjoy it and you’ll learn things ♥

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“You have to let yourself fall before being able to fly.”


I.Discovering

“We all grow up and end up doing things we said we’d never do because we discover and experiment new things and we end up changing ourselves.”


After the storm, you were looking at the newborn girl through your tired eyes. They slided from her closed eyes, to her very little hands and somehow you zoned out.

As you were lying in your white bed, you stared at the little girl and thought about everything she will be going through during the life she was just given. You thought about her first cries, first complete nights, first teeth, first steps… But then you wondered what kind of personality she’ll have. You thought about her first day at school and how she won’t be letting you go away, while crying and yelling she does not want to go there. But then you’ll hear her complain about the amount of homework she’ll be given at high school. You’ll hear her laugh out loud about her day, or when it’ll be late at night and she’ll be on the phone with her best friends. You’ll hear her saying craw words to you while you’ll be arguing when she’ll get in her teenage years. You’ll also be there and realize how much she’ll change, though you know you would not be able to see every bits of her pain. You’ll try to be there and see her grow up a little more every day.

In a nutshell, you were thinking about the girl she will become. But a question suddenly stroke your mind and got you lost in a new storm of infinite questions: when will she have her first love?

You know her opinion on boys will obviously change. When she is going to be a kid, she’ll find boys unattractive, she will more likely be disgusted by them and she won’t understand their reactions or anything. She’ll look at adults and she won’t understand how they can fall in love, especially how her mom fell in love with her dad. Each time they will give each other a kiss, she’ll do a face while cringing. And those same people will keep on telling her “you’ll understand when you’ll be older”. And when they wouldn’t be saying this sentence, they’ll be saying “don’t worry, it will happen to you, just wait and see.”  A few months later, the same little girl will dream of being married to a handsome prince, with a lot of money and everything.

Then when she’ll be in her early teenage years, she’ll start getting close to boys. Because of hormones, with her best friends, they will start talking about boys. Sometimes giggling about their behaviors and the way they dress. But sooner or later, her conversations will change and her group of friends will talk about how they want their future relationship to be. She’ll be talking late at night with them about the description of some boyfriend material boys. But then, one day, a guy will ask her out. It will be a big deal because it will be the first time a guy will ask her out. She may reject some guys before meeting her eyes with the right one. Maybe she’ll have been hanging out with some over boys before, maybe they had hurt her, or maybe she had hurt them. But somehow, they were not enough for her. And she had been brave enough to break up and start a new relationship again, from nothing, she built everything. 

You can clearly remember how you met him. The boy who changed your life. As most of teenagers, you were out on a Saturday night so you could rest from all the studying-straight-hours. You were with one of your best friend, simply dressed and wearing simple make up. You could have been qualified as “naturally beautiful” when you met him. Because it’s well known that you don’t have to try to be sexy, that nothing is more attractive than your natural self.

Anyway, It was a little party yet you were spending the night with the coolest people you had ever known. There were more boys than girls but it was just right so there will be less drama and more fun. But as soon as you entered the living room of the hosting guy, your eyes straightly land on a red haired guy. His hair color was quite unique and that may be the reason why you were being hypnotized by this guy. When you got a little closer, you remember how hot it suddenly became and how your blood was rushing to your cheeks, making you flush quite visibly. You clumsily sat in front of this eye catching guy. You can remember what he was wearing and exactly how he looked. He was looking quite casual. In fact, he was laughing a lot with his friends, and every time he dared to smile or laugh, for some reasons, you could not keep yourself from smiling and feeling weird things in your stomach. It was like it was twisted upside down yet, not like it could sound, it was not painful, it was rather a nice feeling. You remember how handsomely his squared smile was fitting him. Just like his hair though. Well, you remember how incredible he looked. Everything was going well, though you’d rather stay mute the whole party and stare at this guy. But when each of the guests where having less fun, one guy suggested to play spin the bottle. Some guys disagreed but the one you were interested in was down for it, and so were you. Your mood swung as soon as you realized your lips could be gathered together, allowing you to taste his irresistible lips.

“I can tell Taehyung is willing to have his first kiss!” one guy shouted.

“What first kiss are you talking about?” the attractive guy angrily responded.” I had many kisses before this game, who do you think I am, uh?”

Somehow, his answer made everyone laugh out loud. His revelation was apparently not that believable.

“Bring the bottle up!” he continued. “I am going to show you the kissing professional I am.”

You giggled as they brought the bottle on the table.

“Let’s do a thing.” the hosting guy began. “Before spinning the bottle, we’ll decide where and how the kiss should be.”

“Fine.” Taehyung replied.

The guys decided to make the first kiss passionate with the tongue and everything. You remember how scared you were because you never had a boyfriend before and you had never played such a game, well, you never had your first kiss and it was kind of a big deal for a 16 years old teenage girl. But still, the bottle first landed on Taehyung and you prayed so hard for it to land on you afterwards. And just like God heard your wish, the bottle landed right onto you. You could not help the corner of your lips from rising, and your heart from beating faster and louder as the others cheered and the two of you stood up and stepped closer to each other.

“Come on Taehyung, show us your most passionate kiss!” Your best friend cheered and clapped.

The red haired guy took your hand hesitantly and leant on your ear and whispered a few words so the others would not hear.

“I am not a professional; actually, you’re about to be my first kiss. I am sorry; I think it will be quite a dreadful first kiss.”

You flushed even harder and said with a barely audible voice “It’s my first kiss too.” And your sight dropped down to your holding hands so you could not see Taehyung’s surprised look the second before he crashed his hot lips right onto yours. And you could not see how he licked his lips thinking about receiving his first kiss from you.

His hands gently caught your jaws before he closed his eyes and your bodies slowly got glued. After kissing tenderly, even if you were scared and you did not know how to do it, the tip of your tongue caressed his demanding lips. That’s when you got electrified, that’s when your stomach got twisted the most from the whole party. That’s the part you had enjoyed the most. You never knew how kissing with the tongue could feel, and you never imagined it could be that awesome. As you were enjoying every friction of your tongues, your hands were remaining still, not because you were paralyzed or anything. They were remaining still just because you did not know where to put them and you did not want to break such a magical moment.

“Hey! This kiss was never meant to last this long!” one of his friends brought you back to reality so you slowly pulled away from each other.

“Wow, what a kiss!” your best friend added when you were blankly staring straight at the guy. Some of your lip stick was left on his warm lips that and you could not contain your giggle.

You both sat and zoned out. Well you were not in the game anymore and every time people were talking to him, he had always asked to repeat the sentence. From this moment, you can barely remember how the rest of the night was spent. You just know he asked your number before you left the house with your best friend.

And yeah, that’s how the both of you hooked up and started to date and have a relationship.


II.Happily together

“Expect nothing, appreciate everything.”


As you were still watching carefully after this little baby girl, you remembered the first months of your relationship with your first love.

Days were passing by so quickly when you had found a reason to get up in the morning. You were looking forward to meet him a few times a day during classes break. You were looking forward to kiss him once again, and a few more times even though you were both rather uneasy on the first weeks. Your kisses had become more magical day by day. Regardless of kisses, you had also built some conversations, because topics, at the beginning where not brought up that easily but even though it was not always easy to talk you were always appreciating the time you were spending with this special guy. You were now having many laughs during the day, and the conversation was flowing naturally. You were taking some time to speak about your feelings for each other, to speak about your passions and what you were both willing to do in the future.

Months passed by, and you got to meet each other’s family. You got to see family pictures of Taehyung when he was still a kid and so was he. You were teasing each other about the way you looked on those pictures where you were eating chocolate cakes, holding on a plushy. You were giggling at the view of each other having a bath and so many other cute childhood pictures. You were both getting accepted in the family and you were feeling more and more at ease and you were even happier to be living together.

Everytime you were together, time seemed to stop. Yet it was flying by even more quickly. Everytime you were cuddling, you were feeling secure and fine. You could not find words to describe precisely how you felt. Even, right at this moment, when you were still looking at the sleeping baby girl, you were still not able to describe this feeling you had discovered a long time ago and you still feel these days.  Everything was doing fine but maybe your expectations where too damn high, or maybe was it just a period. Maybe it was because you were too happy and happiness is made to be alternated with sadness and deception. But you slowly and inevitably dived into a sad period.


III.Hard times together

“Don’t be scared to get your heart broken.”

You can remember each of these following thoughts so clearly even though it seems like it was so long ago. You remember how you were afraid to fall in love, afraid to give your all to Taehyung and not to receive his love. You were afraid to be the one who was the most dependent; the one who had fell and crashed the more violently. You were afraid to fall even harder for a guy who does not know how to treat you right, to love you the way you deserve to be. Because you were about to give him everything you had to give. You were about to surprise him with the little material things, the nice bracelet, his favorite food… But that was nothing compared to the fact that you were about to shower him with unconditional love. You were about to walk next to him on his happy days just like you had done until now. But you were also about to be right there on the days where he is going to be down, you’ll be holding his hand and get through it. You will understand his mistakes and you won’t compare him to anyone. It won’t be a competition, it’ll be just him. Right here. Right now. You were hoping so hard he’ll understand you’re such a tease so you will kiss him like he has the last supply of oxygen left in the world in his lungs. You won’t give your body to him easily because before you give your body to him, you must give him your deepest thoughts, your entire mind, and share your wildest dreams with him. That’s also why you’ll go nice and slow and feel him shake with desire and when he’ll finally beg for you to love him in only the way you can; you’ll melt into him and show him just how much love you have to give over and over again. You were hard on him because you were making sure he was worth your love. It was obvious to you: the more you care, the more you have to lose. And the more you have to lose, the more you’re going to be destroyed in the future.

You can remember Taehyung saying “I love you” every once in a while, at least once a day. And you remember even more clearly how you asked him not to say it too often. That’s right, you needed to hear someone whispering such sweet and deep words to your ear, but you were afraid to get used to it and you were even more afraid of your feelings being influenced by those three tricky words. You knew that “I love you” has never meant “I won’t ever leave you” yet you wish it did.

You wish people only love a soul in their whole life. You wish people never left each other easily. But by wishing so many things, you were secretly wishing to be his first and last love. You wished to be the only girl he had ever loved, you wished to be the only one. But you never felt enough to be representing so much to him. You felt ugly most of the time, you felt like your clothes were not fitting you the way they should so you would be attractive. You felt like you were the kind of girl to be replaced easily; you were realizing your situation was your worst nightmare. You were so sorry to be so deeply in love and not to be confident enough to bear the weight of the others’ look on your relationship. Indeed, you could not bear Taehyung acting too close with other girls, though it was in his extroverted personality. Every time you pictured him with another one, your heart was sinking and seemed to bleed so much it leached into your smaller veins to infect your whole body and poison your brain. You had fevers, sweats which can explain how jealousy can make you lose your mind and go completely crazy and overreact.

You can plainly remember you and your best friends having those kinds of conversation a few weeks before you started dating Taehyung.  

“I so want a boyfriend right now, I want hugs and kisses. I need one.” one of them was constantly repeating.

You were lost in your thoughts but then, when they asked your opinion, you declared “Even if I want one, I don’t think I am ready to be in a relationship.”

“What the hell, I don’t understand.” another one would wonder.

“I don’t think I am ready because I don’t think I am strong enough.” you paused and coldly yet calmly explained to your friends “Lovers relationship is going to be so deep, so important to your eyes, if something is going another way it supposed to be, you’re going to be hurt and it won’t be just a soft pain. It will be the kind of pain you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life. The kind of pain you will be struggling to forget and live with. That’s why you better think twice before being engaged in a relationship.”

You knew you were going to cry, you knew you were going to suffer even though you’ll be smiling more brightly thanks to him. But you were not even able to think twice before dating Taehyung; you were not able to think just like your brain had been short circuit.  

And when he was lying to you, when he was revealing dark sides of his past he was used to hide to you and you were used to live like it was not the case, that’s when you knew you were deeply hurt for the first time. You were so faithful to him, you trusted him and yet, he had still managed to break his promises. So he was apologizing, and you so loved him you would have done anything to stay by his side, you would nearly excuse yourself when it was his turn to. Maybe you were just too stupid or maybe you were just too kind but you still wanted to believe him, to trust him again even though he broke his promises. You started to be happy again with him, everyday step by step but happiness was made to be alternated with sadness and disappointment, remember? So he broke some new promises, again and again, and you were tired of all those nightmares, yet you were still the one to want him. You were still the one who wanted to be with him for your whole life. So you were even more hurt and that’s when you wished you could learn to control your emotions so maybe it would not hurt this much. But though hope was there, it only got worse and worse and you still hoped it was going to work. But it was only going to hurt.

The thing is you did not want to break up with Taehyung, because it would mean you’ll be living in the same world every second, knowing he could have been there but realizing he is not. It’s hearing some of his expressions from somebody’s mouth; it’s finding again someone who has the same passion he has. It’s listening to the same songs which remind you of him. Living after a break up is fighting to live in a world where a chapter has ended. And it won’t be easy, it was never meant to be easy. You’d wish to have amnesia at some points, you’d wish nothing had ever happened but you’ll realize how many things this relationship brought to you and most of them parts are going to be positive and worthy.


IV. Learning         

“The world is a university and everyone in it is a teacher. Make sure when you wake up in the morning you go to school.”


So that’s how you will teach this little girl to keep a relationship. You’ll list her each of your mistake, each of your fool’s gold so she could get inspired and could not repeat your errors. You will teach her how important it is to communicate in a relationship, how it is important to talk about things whether they are good or bad.You will repeat her how much it’s important to build trusts, to be honest and faithful. You will teach her to be there for her lover, to spare time for him. You will teach her one of the most difficult part of loving: you will teach her to leave the past to the past that includes ex’s and focus on the moment. You will let her know having arguments is something normal and you will also let her know she won’t be always happy. You will teach her not to expect change, to appreciate each of her lover’s flaws. You will teach her she’ll have to become his best friend and love him unconditionally.

Because that’s how you learn how to love people right: she’s going to love him so hard she’ll forget to hate herself. She will even begin to get out of bed early instead of not at all just to see his lovely face. She will be so busy loving him she won’t even notice all the wilted flowers inside of you which were starting to grow back and she will be trying so hard to impress him that she will finally clean up her mess of a life. He will make her want to feel better and she will, god, she will get better. His touch will make her feel things she haven’t been able to feel yet. Shewill love him so much she will fell in love with yourself.And that was all you were asking for your little girl.

And when this little girl will be in the age of asking you how you were still in a relationship with her father, you’ll answer that he had tried his hardest to stick by you regardless of how difficult it was. You had to keep him because finding someone who cares enough to look past your flaws is not something that happens every day. And the most important was Taehyung loved you more than you were. And that’s why you had to marry him: “If you hold a man’s hand and he makes you feel warm, safe and secure, hold onto him. This is the man you’re going to marry.” your mother once told you. “At the opposite, when you hold a man’s hand and he makes your heart beat faster and he make you feel giddy and excited, walk away from this man. He is not the man for you.”

You were hoping your first love who was also her father will be there to help her build her own relationship. You were hopingin so hard she’ll be able to survive such a magical and cruel feeling thanks to your billion advices.  But the thing you were the most excited to tell her is how proud Taehyung and you were to make it to today. How proud you were to kept on fighting because you had fought the toughest battles and that’s how you learned the price of happiness. That’s how you had been able to engage, to marry, to move in together and to give birth to your first child. So no matter how hard the storm can be, it’s always possible to build something beautiful if the lovers are wanting this love, they’ll become wariors and get it to the end. 

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So yeah, here it is. I know it’s pretty long but I had many subject to talk about to correctly talk about love. So I hope everyone who read my scenario had learn something, got inspire and could identify to what you read.

Please, it would be nice to me to hear what you like in my scenario, if you agree or disagree~I would be so happy if you inbox me and let me know your feelings.

Thank you! xx ♥

anonymous asked:

Can you suggest some beautiful underground rap songs?

Okay, I’ve actually been working on this for the past few days. Basically just going through my music and noting down every song I came across that I thought would qualify as beautiful. 

Beautiful is pretty difficult to pinpoint, since I wasn’t sure if you meant the lyrics, message, musicality, or something else. And everyone seems to have a bit of a different definition of beautiful. The following are songs that I feel are beautiful for various reasons. If I come across more, I’ll be sure to add them later.

Hi-Lite Artists - “My City” (Hi-Life)
Insane Deegie - “Take Me Back”
Wutan - “No Role Model”
B-Free - “불타 On Fire” (Korean Dream)
Drunken Tiger - “The Cure 살자”
Jolly V - “인생의 여름”
Kebee - “벼랑꽃”
Kebee - “Searchlight”
Minos in Nuol - “Pinnochio”
P-Type - “Gwanghwamun 광화문”
RHYME-A- “Background Music”
Snacky Chan - “Big in Japan 2″
Tablo - “Bad 나쁘다”
Double K - “놈”
Double K - “Rewind”