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Bobby scenario: What are we gonna do?

“Request: “Hello i love your blog can i get a bobby scenario where I am also an idol and we are secretley dating and i go aupport him at one of his shows and we are backstage making out and being all cute but we didnt know that there was some fans there and they took pictures and released them so then we need to conform our relationship thanks.

Thank you so much for this request! Hope you enjoy reading. xx -BP

Originally posted by hanbabi


Sitting in front of your laptop at midnight in the living room of your dorm you checked your groups schedules. 
“No practise on saturday and sunday?” you thought utterly confused.
Your group was pretty successful so having a few days off rarely happened. 
“Y/n?” you heard a sleepy voice calling your name. “Why are you still up”
You turned around to see one of the members slowly coming closer to you.
“I wasn’t able to sleep so I decided to just check our schedules..” she nodded and positioned herself next to you. As soon as she looks at your laptop to take a look at the schedule as well she squinted her eyes because of the bright light your laptop screen gave off. 
“How do you not go blind” she said after a small yawn escaped her mouth. 
You chuckled at her silliness “I got used to the brightness already. Anyways, read this. We have the full weekend off.” You said and as soon as these words left your mouth she shot her eyes open to look at the bright screen:
“Wha- Why?” she asked way more confused than you. 
“I don’t know, let me check our mails, there might be the answer..”
You opened gmail and immediately saw the new e-mail:

“Hey guys it’s me. Unfortunately I got really sick and need some time to recover. 
Since we were actually going to learn a new choreo your manager wasn’t able to find a replacement for the time I’m absent. 
I’ll be back on monday, take care and eat well. See you soon!
- Minyoung”

You read the mail out loud your dance teacher sent you guys.
“So that’s the reason.. I guess we’re free to do whatever we want then.” you said quietly closing all the taps and shutting down your laptop. 
“I guess we are” she said standing up again. 
The both of you went to your shared bedroom and finally got some rest.


Breakfast.
“So wht aru gsh ubdodo” The maknae asked and had everyone rolling their eyes at her.
“Nobody understood what you just said, swallow first and don’t talk with your mouth full” You said chuckling at her bad manners.
“What are you guys going to do this weekend” she asked with her now empty mouth. 
Most of them said they wanted to go shopping or eating, just spending the day like a normal citizen. 
“Probably going to Ikon’s concert” you said quietly. Everyone laid their eyes on you and started smiling “You haven’t seen him for a long time haven’t you?” One of them spoke up. You shook your head in response. 
“That’s why I want to take this opportunity to go support him.” 
“Awww~”all of them said as if they’d practise it. “Oh god stop it you guys” you said laughing.


Originally posted by breakitdownow

The weekend came pretty fast. You were somewhat nervous about the fact that you’re going to see him again.
You thought about dressing up but decided to not do it since it would draw too much attention towards you.
You just put on a hoodie, a pair of leggings,a mask for your mouth  and a beanie. 
“People shouldn’t be recognizing me like this” you thought looking in the mirror.
You went to the door “I’m leaving you guys now!” you shouted slightly laughing . 
“Have fun but not too much!” they answered laughing. 
You closed the door behind you and went to your car. It was a pretty short right considering the fact that the location the concert was at wasn’t that far away. 15 minutes to be exact.
As you were looking for a parking spot you could see the long queue of fans desperately waiting to get in. 
You got out of your car and took place at the and of the queue. Once they started letting people in it didn’t take long for it to be your turn at the security check. 
“Where’s your ti-”

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Biology lesson

Dalamadur have to sort of mouth modes one is normal and the other is snake. Dala have pseudo-lips actually go all the way back to about where human ears would normally be, Dala ears holes are a bit farther back and higher on the skul with no external cartilage. These pseudo-lips are practically invisible without a magnifying glass unless they are open.


Dalamadur have significantly more teeth, a longer submandibular fossa, a And thinner ramus in comparison to humans. They also have an extra condylar process and a coronoid process, one for normal job mode and one for snake mode which can be “gear shifted” back and forth.


Jaw birth defects are rare but can happen when it comes to a Dalamadur’s jaw, some will be born without the first “gear”. These Dala often have to go into speech therapy to help them learn how to stop their jaw at the point where their first “gear” would stop in order to speak normally as well as facial muscle training to help train their pseudo-lips to stay closed.


Their spines have significantly more vertebrae and much more flexible spine in comparison to humans. Their intestines are much more spread out along their long torsos instead of being bunched up like humans to avoid internal bruising and bleeding when using said extreme flexibility of the spine.

SOMMERTIME! 

this will also be available as a print on my Redbubble soon! LINK

- Lance takes Keith to the beach for the first time and and treating them both with cold sweets. Lance is probably planning on getting Keith in the water one way or another but Keith knows that Lance is up to something and totally prepared… as always - 

It Takes A Long Time To Get Over Yourself


Oh, man. This letter has taken me an embarrassingly long time to write. Probably because I haven’t written anything but e-mails and Tweets for 12 years.

If the last year has taught me anything, it’s this: it takes a long time to get over yourself.

Last March, after 7 years on the road, I decided to take a break. I was excited about this. I’d imagined myself watching tv all day, being a “chill person”, eating doughnuts because I didn’t have to wear latex catsuits anymore. The reality was not quite the joy ride I’d been expecting.

I’ve been an artist for over a decade but up until this year, I hadn’t realised how much my sense of self had been defined by my role as an artist. I’d never thought of “Marina and the Diamonds” as a persona or a construct, and I didn’t think the stage-me was very different to the sofa-me. MATD was an exciting vehicle that helped me express ideas and thoughts to people. But just as people construct online personas, artist construct visual ones, and over time, the lines between art and reality can drift apart. 

I can’t remember when I first became conscious of it but I started to feel like there were two parts of me, artist self and private self, and there was nothing in between to link the two anymore. I was one or the other, and neither part of my personality could be present in the same environment. Perhaps because I’d spent most of the past 8 years devoted to being an artist and this hadn’t presented many opportunities for other parts of my personality to grow. When one part of a personality dominates, other parts shrink and life can take on an unreal, two-dimensional quality. I felt confused as to why I no longer felt like I fit into the world I’d built. I don’t think my feelings are exceptional (particularly in entertainment) but I wonder if you are someone who has experienced this in a different context.

I’ve always been interested in identity. In my twenties, I felt frustrated by how regularly my identity seemed to shift and change until I began to consider the idea that a fixed self may not exist. I explored this in “Electra Heart” by deconstructing aspects of female identity in a portrayal of female archetypes. However, the past year has made me re-examine this idea. Not being able to equate my identity to a job, project or visible entity has created a lot of discomfort and uncertainty in me. Which has been a surprise, as I thought I felt secure in myself. How can I be so sure of who I am if I am so susceptible to change? A lot of what contributes to our idea of identity is down to pure chance - ethnicity, social class, upbringing, religion, job, relationships - who are we without those influences?

Everything in western culture feels so geared towards self-definition, but I wonder if having a looser idea of yourself could make life richer. The past year hasn’t been full of rainbows - I feel like my brain has been brutally rewired - but letting go of a perceived idea of myself has resulted in a new kind of personal freedom. My image is no longer a main source of identity, nor are previous signifiers like clothing (more on this in a future post), designer brands + other things I subconsciously used to define myself.

Lasting change rarely happens over night. This past year has been painful and slow. But I’m in a more genuine space than I was a year ago and I would never want to go back to that stunted way of being again. In fact, the only solace I had in this period was being able to read the books and blogs of other people experiencing significant life transitions, so I hope this might be of help to anyone who is going through a similar stage.

Truth is, I’m not planning ahead much right now. I am indeed going through my “what should I do with the rest of my life” phase that most people go through at 21. Which is… cool. But I’m grateful to have the opportunity to explore different interests, and starting marinabook is a part of that. I’m starting a Psychology course soon, which I am SO excited about, and I’m ready for a brand new chapter. I hope you’ll be a part of it.

Some people have been asking about new music and I’m always flattered to be asked. I know one year is like an aeon in digital time! The honest answer is I don’t know when that will be, but the connection I have with music has always flowered from an honest connection with myself, and I trust my instincts. Whenever I get back on stage again, I would love to feel like I am the sum of my parts, not the sum of a persona or an image. That’s the goal. A lot of reality with a little bit of fantasy. So, marinabook is a way for us to stay connected while I work that out.

I miss you all!

Ask a question or share thoughts here.

Love from,
Marina

Further Reading

Brilliant explanation of personas here. 5 minute read.

Podcast on how our views about the Self affect our views on death.  By “Philosophy Bites”.  15 minutes.

Illustration by Lan Truong

Aries : What happens to unfulfilled dreams?

Taurus: What happens to a heart that refuses to forget?

Gemini: What happens to unspoken thoughts?

Cancer: What happens to empty arms through the night?

Leo: What happens to the performer when the curtains have fallen?

Virgo: What happens to wounds that keep being re-opened?

Libra: What happens to love that gets taken but rarely returned

Scorpio: What happens to selves once they have perished?

Sagittarius: What happens to joy once it has been given away to everybody?

Capricorn: What happens to triumph that’s never recognised?

Aquarius: What happens to wisdom that is never truly understood?

Pisces: What happens to a body that is constantly wrenched between worlds?

I suspect a lot of the romaniticisation of past cultures springs from a basic misunderstanding of how laws and mores actually work.

Like, people look at a society and say: “See, this practice had laws against it with extremely harsh punishments, and the oral tradition is full of examples of people engaging in it meeting bad ends. That must mean that folks strongly disapproved of it and it rarely ever happened!”

Trouble is, that’s very often reading the evidence precisely backwards. When laws and stories remonstrating against nonexistent practices spring up, it’s usually out of prejudice toward some identifiable oppressed group that allegedly engages in those practices. Failing that, it’s typically the case that:

a. If there are laws against it, that means it was happening; and

b. If examples of people getting their asses kicked for doing it keep turning up in fiction and folklore, that probably means it was happening a lot.

There are a couple of big reasons why this is the case.

Firstly, performative outrage at practices that are in fact quietly tolerated is by no means a modern invention.

Secondly, with respect to the oral tradition in particular, you’ve gotta look at exactly who is telling these stories. As an obvious example, the greater part of the corpus of European fairy tales that we know today is derived from a body of oral tradition passed on primarily by and among working-class women (which makes all the classist, misogynistic bullshit the Grimm brothers inserted in their anthologies doubly grotesque); the fact that it’s full of examples of wealthy men getting their asses kicked for failing to respect women does not suggest that the originating cultures were egalitarian utopias. Indeed, in context it suggests rather the opposite!

Another Rant

No, this one is not BTS related, but I can’t help myself from making this one.

I think I’m PMSing and about to start my period and that’s why I’ve been so annoyed and making rants lately.

Now, I know things can’t be 100% accurate, and I’m not directing this towards any one specific person except Stephanie Meyer since this pet peeve started with Twilight

If you are going to write about a certain topic, or include something in your writing, please do at least a minimal amount of research.

The amount of people who will write about something they know nothing about, and refuse to google it saddens me.

This goes for multiple topics.

Children/Pregnancy

As a child development major, this irks me more than it does most people, and as I said, I know things can’t be 100% accurate, and that since not everyone studies child development, there are things they can’t know, but there are somethings that’s just common sense.

Like it’s common sense that a 4 year old will not still be teething.

It’s common sense that a 2 month old will not be sitting up on their own.

It’s common sense that a 1 and a half year old will not be speaking in full grammatically correct sentences.

Onto pregnancy, why does everyone seem to think that you find out the sex of the baby on the first doctor’s appointment? Like, no. The genitalia begin to form at 6 weeks and aren’t finished until 14 weeks. The majority of people have their first appointment during that time frame, meaning it’s impossible to know anyway.

Also, morning sickness does not only happen in the morning, it’s just more common. The amount of times I’ve seen people writing fics about pregnancy, only for something to be wrong with the girl, and when someone questions her she says it’s just morning sickness, “but it’s not the morning”, please stop that.

Also, people will write about a bump at 2 months. If it’s the first pregnancy, like how it is in most fics, a bump usually won’t form until the 2nd trimester, which is 4 or 5 months. Maybe 3 months in some women, but not 2 months.

Smut

Okay, say it with me: the butt hole is not a vagina

The amount of gay smut where they talk about how “wet” the hole is getting when there is no lube or saliva involved, or the amount that says it’s painless without any lubrication. I’m a heterosexual female and even I know that’s not how it works.

Second, girls do not orgasm the same way guys do

A female orgasm is an overwhelming feeling of pleasure followed by sensitivity. There is no “flow of juices” and certainly no “white substance dripping down her thighs”. When “juices” do come out of her, that is called squirting, and only happens very rarely, some women never being able to at all. And after a women squirts, she can be very dehydrated and exhausted, and definitely not ready to go a second round, like described in quite a few fics. There are some women who can squirt quite often, however, they are in the vast minority, and therefore it should not be included in every. single. fanfic. Rarely do I see a fic that accurately describes a female orgasm.

Mental Health

This one really hits home to me, and quite a few others, as I suffer from mental illness, and have for years.

I would really appreciate if the people who don’t have a mental illness, but choose to write about it would do adequate research about the mental illness they have chosen.

I could go on about all the mistakes people have made about many mental illnesses, but I’ll focus on anxiety right now as that’s what I have and is the most common mental illness since it comes in many varieties.

The one that I notice the most is the misrepresentation of Social Anxiety.

In most of the fics I have read that have incorporated Social Anxiety, they always describe it as feeling uncomfortable around strangers, but it is way more than that.

Social Anxiety is:

constantly feeling like everyone in the room is watching you and scrutinizing your every movement

not being able to eat at someone’s house or at a party because your stomach hurts so much that the thought of food makes you want to throw up

wanting to cry when you’re forced to sit close to people you don’t know

being almost 20 years old and not being able to order for yourself at a restaurant

thinking that sitting alone in the car is a better option than having to go inside a place you’ve never been

It is so much more than being uncomfortable around people you don’t know. The feeling I get can’t even be described using the word “uncomfortable”. If you are not actually having anxiety over the situation, it is not anxiety.

Another thing that people don’t research with this is how you get diagnosed. I always see it described as they went to their normal doctor the second they started to have issues, told them they had it, and they automatically get a prescription for medication, and they’re done in 10 minutes. That is not how it happens.

I had been living with anxiety for at least 5 years before ever even going to be formally diagnosed. I didn’t bother with telling my mom I thought I needed more help than just her, who also has anxiety, until after I was tempted to remove the blades from my razor and slit my wrist to where they couldn’t sew it back up.

I had to have suicidal thoughts before realizing “woah I need help”. After that, my mom had to make an appointment at a psychological assessment center, not my regular doctor. That first appointment, it was me, my mom, and a therapist. There was no official diagnosis of that. All it was was the three of us talking, with me and my mom telling her about the struggles I had been having, how long it had been happening, how it gradually got worse, and so on. Then she gave my mom a questionnaire to fill out about what she has observed about me, and gave me one to give to one of my teachers at school to fill out.

A week later, I went back and spent two hours being tested in different ways. They varied from “what do you see when you look at this picture” to testing my memory skills. Two hours. And that wasn’t even the day I was diagnosed.

My mom and I went back a week after that to meet with the therapist, and that’s where she gave me the official diagnosis, the degree it was to, and then discussed treatment options. Then she had to send my regular doctor the results so that she could write a prescription.

It was two more weeks before my doctor got around to it and I was able to start on medication.

It is way more than “oh I’ve been feeling this way”, “okay, here’s some pills to pop”.

If you’re going to write about a mental illness without having it, then at least have the courtesy to research it.

Then comes to the idea that it can be cured and one day they won’t have it anymore. I don’t know how many fics I’ve read where it ends with a completely happy ending in the main character no longer has the mental illness.

That is complete and utter bullshit. Mental illnesses are caused by chemical imbalances in the brain, and those can’t be fixed easily. There is no “cure”, you just get to the point where you can handle it better. There are people with depression who can go years without and episode, then wake up one day with no motivation to even roll over in bed. My mom has some of the worst social anxiety, yet she’s a hair stylist, meaning she has to constantly be around and talk to people she doesn’t know. She has overcome her illness enough that it doesn’t get in the way of her job, but she’s still on medication and she almost had a panic attack when she had to walk me up on stage for the Senior Walk at my final orchestra concert.

Mental illnesses do not have a cure. You just get better at being able to live without them getting in your way.


There are a few authors and works out there that do a great job of trying to be accurate in the topics they write about, but they are sadly outnumbered by the people who just do not care.

So please, if you read this and want to write a fanfic or regular fic about a topic you’re not to sure about, please do at least a minimal amount of research before rather than bullshitting it like Stephanie Meyer did when she decided to write about vampires.

It was three days into their stay in Thailand when Yuuri finally woke up earlier than Viktor.

He savoured those times, they happened so rarely. Viktor was often out of bed before Yuuri had even started to stir. Like this he had unimpeded time to study the small flutters of his eyelashes, the slight furrow on his brow that disappeared when Yuuri ran a comforting hand down his side, how his arms tightened around Yuuri when he shifted to keep him in place.

He could never look enough. No matter how much, how often, it would never be enough. Gently, still careful about not waking him, he ran the tips of his fingers from the cut of his jaw, the graceful line of his neck, and over his shoulders before pausing. Viktor sighed. Accent thicker from having just woken up, he asked, “I was enjoying that. Why did you stop?”

Yuuri didn’t answer, still staring at the skin of his shoulders. “Yuuri?”

“You have freckles,” he said, hearing the quiet awe in his voice.

Viktor took his right hand where it was motionless on his shoulder and kissed it, his eyes sliding shut again. “Mm. Only if I’ve been in the sun too long.”

He was saying it so casually, as if it wasn’t one of the best things Yuuri had ever learnt. Granted, he thought that of most mundane things he learnt about Viktor, but it wasn’t as if he wanted to stop. He considered kissing them all one by one, even if there were so many it would probably take hours. Reluctantly settling for around ten instead, he mumbled “I love them,” against another few. Viktor’s chest was shaking, probably laughing at his little display, but looking so delighted when Yuuri met his eyes that he couldn’t complain.

Legit Tip #192

or - “Developing Friendships in Fiction”

Regardless of the genre that you write in, and the type of main character that you have, it’s likely that your main character is going to have friends. Or allies of some kind, even if they’re not the type of have “friends.” 

Writing realistic friendships can be surprisingly tough, though. That’s especially true if you’re writing about a character who’s quite different from yourself. Not everybody has the same needs when it comes to friendships, so the type of friends and friendships your character has may be very different than the type you have in your life. 

Your character may be a social butterfly with a wide network of friends. They may be a political figure whose friends are also the people they work with and network with on a regular basis. They may be a loner who only has one or two close friends. You may be writing a cyberpunk story with a character whose only friend is their robot companion. 

What’s the First Thing to Think About?

First - what is available to that when it comes to friendships? Not every character is capable of easily making friends - perhaps due to mental illness, or isolation, or other circumstances. 

Or, if they can easily make friends or socialize with a lot of people, are they the type to forge deep friendships with these people? Or do they keep people at a distance? Do they “put on a mask” and not show their “true self” to the people they come in contact with? If so, they may know a lot of people but not feel that they have any true or close friends at all. 

What is their situation regarding friendships as your story begins?

As your story starts out, think about the people around your character and their social circle. If you are starting them out with a social circle and friends, then you’re going to have to establish their relationship with these friends right out of the gate - which can be a difficult task.

It’s really not enough to just say Character A and Character B are friends and to leave it at that, especially if the friend character is going to play a significant role in the story. This is where a lot of novels in the romance genres and chick lit genres fail. (This isn’t to say I dislike those genres at all. Just that I’ve read a fair few and found this to be an issue.)

We need to see how these characters became friends. More importantly, we need to see why these characters are friends. All too often, friendships come across as fairly unbelievable, especially when characters have conflicting personalities, which leads me to my next point - 

Friends Need to Have Reasons to Be Friends

Just as in romantic relationships, friends fulfill needs in each others lives. It’s all well and good to create a character that’s interesting and dynamic, but if that character doesn’t fulfill some role for the main character - provide something for them beyond simply being comic relief, or someone for them to talk to like a brick wall for dialogue, then that character can feel very flat for readers. 

Imagine if you will two characters as friends for Character A. Character A is going on a quest to save the kingdom from an evil wizard. She has two companions. 

Her first companion is a drunken dwarf. Her second companion is a beautiful elf. The drunken dwarf is revealed over time to have lost his wife to the evil wizard during a raid on his tribe, something which he reveals to her over several conversations with Character A. This helps her to realize the full extent of the evil wizard’s power and motivates her to continue on with her task. Their friendship is also cemented by the fact that she lost her parents to the evil wizard. 

The beautiful elf has several conversations with her about good and evil. We learn a lot about his life with his clan, and he’s a well developed character by all accounts. And yet, even though he travels with her through the entire story and they have several conversations, they never really “feel” like friends or companions. He doesn’t fulfill any role for Character A as he doesn’t tell her anything she wouldn’t already know.

Remember - Friends Fight Sometimes

One of the great things about Harry Potter is that J. K. Rowling remembered that friends fight sometimes. It may be a little annoying to read about, but that’s only because it’s a little too real for people who’ve been there. Letting your characters disagree, fight, and get pissed off at each other adds to the realism of their friendship (and also helps them become stronger friends in the long run). 

Don’t Be Afraid to End Friendships

I rarely see it happen in fiction, which is surprising. But in real life, sometimes friendships end and people realize they have to part ways. Maybe that’s because you suddenly figure out that being together has become unhealthy or toxic for the two of you, or because other things get in the way and you reach a point where you know you just can’t continue on the way things were.

But it happens. And it could make for some interesting, poignant moments for your characters to deal with, especially if those friendships have made a big impact on their lives up to this point. Just a little something to think about.