Today November 11th, 2017 marks the day Bulma Briefs Va, Hiromi Tsuru was confirmed deceased. A horrible tragedy: Hiromi was found dead in her car at the age of 57. The second Dragonball character to be ever introduced, one of the biggest side characters..
I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of pain Nozawa and the other voice actors are going through right now. Thirty years together in the studio..gone like that..I’ve watched Dragonball many times in different dubs and I first watched it in Japanese. This hit me hard..hard enough for me to break into tears. Thank you for playing a gargantuan role in my childhood Hiromi, you’ll be missed by me and every other Dragonball loving fan. Rest in peace old friend..may Shenlong watch over your soul.
Just in case anyone didn’t know June is National Indigenous History Month!
(Not to be confused with Native American History Month which is in November)
The month of June is National Indigenous History Month. It was officially declared in 2009 with a unanimous motion that passed in the House of Commons.
On June 21st it is National Indigenous Peoples Day! On June 21st, we celebrate the strong heritage, beautiful diverse cultures, and many outstanding achievements of First Nations, Inuit and Métis People!
It’s sometime inthe 1200’s. Men have come from the west, and they speak the language some - not you necessarily, but some -of the people on this small strip of sparsely populated land recognize, even if they don’t understand it. You’ve traded with the western men before, been attacked by them as well, just like a while ago, when they came. You and your people struck back, but nonetheless. Someone tells you that you must pay taxes now. You have a king now. You are handed a cross. You have a king now. A Swedish king.
It’s 1809. You are in Porvoo. The war is still ongoing, but yet, here you are, to swear an oath to your new king. No, this is no king, this man is an emperor. Alexander the First. He promises you that you can keep your religion, your old Swedish laws and your rights. The estates swear their oaths of allegiance. At the end of the ceremony, the tsar tells you that you and your people have now been heightened to a nation among nations. You are not sure what that means - there is no nation, no country, just nine provinces, the Åland islands and some land from the north, where Tornio- river marks the border between two countries - the one you belonged to yesterday and the one you’ll belong to from this day on. Next autumn, the Treaty of Fredrikshamn is signed by the representatives of both, the Kingdom of Sweden and the Russian Empire. Sweden gave up the nine läns, the islands and the strip of land from the north forever, and they would be forever a part of Russia. You wonder what you should do. Russians have given the citizens three years to decide where they wish to live; Sweden or Russia. You don’t particularly like either option, but there is no third option. There is no land between east and west.
It’s 1899. The tsar, Nicholas the Second, did not agree to meet with the men bringing him the Great Petition to end the February manifesto. The Grand Duchy of Finland does not have its own postal service anymore. The diet can no longer decide the laws; Russians decide them now. You don’t understand how the emperor could do this to his loyal citizens. They’re telling rumours that there are people in Russia who want to take the autonomy away once and for all. You hope those are only rumors.
It’s 1917. Everything is chaos.The Great War is raging. There was a second revolution in Russia; the bolsheviks have the power now. You are at a loss of what to do. The Finnish Parliament declares that it now holds the greatest legislative power in the Grand Duchy. The working class and the middle class are not getting along, haven’t been since the years of oppression. Everything is changing - you can feel it.
It’s 6th of December, 1917. The Parliament has just approved the declaration of independence made only two days earlier. Now, for the first time ever, you all have to stand on your own two feet - there is no motherland to take care of you if you mess up. You wonder if you’ll survive a decade here, in this sparsely populated land between east and west. You swear to do everything it takes.
It’s 2017. Some teenage girl is writing this pretentious text at 3:15 AM in November. In the independent Republic of Finland.
Finland’s 100 years of Independence 6.12.1917-6.12.2017
Finland is both very old and very young. The ancestors of the people living in Finland today - and of the Sami people especially - are among the first humans to have settled down in Europe, and the bedrock on which Finland rests is among the oldest in the world. However, the Finnish written language was developed only in the 1500’s by Mikael Agricola and the first books written in Finnish were published in 1870. In the 1700’s, the concept of “Finnish” being separate from “Swedish” regarding the language and some cultural aspects was born, but really being Finnish like we are Finnish today wasn’t born until the latter half of the 19th century.
Parts of the area known as Finland today were annexed by the Kingdom of Sweden at different times. Some areas of Finland were a part of Sweden for around 600 years, some less than 60. As a part of Sweden Finland wasn’t really… Finland. It consisted of the provinces, or läns, though one of them was called Varsinais-Suomi, Proper Finland, or Egentliga Finland in Swedish. Only in 1809, when Sweden lost the Finnish War to the Russian Empire and gave up its eastern areas, did Aleksanteri I, Alexander I, unify the läns under the name “Suomen suurruhtinaskunta”, “the Grand Duchy of Finland” and make the Grand Duchy an autonomous region within the empire.
As a part of Russia Finland was doing quite well, better than as a part of Sweden. It’s impossible to say if Finland would’ve been better off as a part of Sweden all along, but it can be said with certainty that as a part of Sweden Finland most likely wouldn’t have become an independent country. The Diet of Finland wasn’t called until 1863 even though Alexander promised to do so in like 1812, but Finnish people either didn’t mind or didn’t care. Finland was also one of the most peaceful parts of the Russian Empire; the Finnish people were either very loyal to the czar OR, again, they didn’t really care. Nonetheless, Finland gained its own postal service, currency and eventually the Diet was called as well. The Finnish language was to become equal to Swedish in 20 years, and the national awakening was bringing with it the Golden Age of Finnish Art.
A product of the Golden Age, Raatajat rahanalaiset (Kaski) (1893) by Eero Järnefelt, English translation being “Under the Yoke (Burning the Brushwood) ; Wage Slaves / Burn-Beating”.
In 1899, just as Finland had started to embrace its Finnishness, the Russification of Finland, known in Finland as Sortokaudet, the Years of Oppression, began with the February Manifesto by Nikolai II, Nicholas II. The postal service had been shut down earlier, but now all the power from the Finnish politicians in the Diet was given over to the Russians. The use of Finnish was no longer encouraged, now everyone was forced to learn Russian. Finnish people tried to appeal to the czar, students collecting half a million names (about ¼ of the population) into the Suuri adressi, the Great Petition, by skiing from village to village, only for the czar to decline the delegation. Finnish politicians started to be replaced by Russians. Finland was slowly losing its autonomy.
A famous painting, Hyökkäys (1899) by Edvard Isto. The name of the painting means “An attack”. It depicts the Russian double-headed eagle trying to rip the lawbook from the hands of the Finnish Maiden, the national personification of Finland. It became a symbol of the resistance towards the Russification of Finland.
In 1905 the revolution ended the Russification, and the Finnish Parliament was formed - it has barely changed since, by the way. With this reform of the Finnish political system, Finland also became the 2nd country in the world to give women the right to vote, and the first country in the world to give everyone, regardless of gender, equal political rights. The first women in the world elected as Members of Parliament were Finnish. After this brief period of time Russification was put into action again. It was only ended by the October Revolution in 1917. Which brings us to our next topic…
End of the Year 1917
In 1917 the two Russian revolutions took place, at the beginning and at the end of the year.This unrest made the working class and middle class, who were not on very good terms with each other otherwise, to agree on one thing: They wanted independence.
On November 15th the Finnish Parliament declared itself to hold the highest legislative power in Finland.
A newspaper article from Viipurin Sanomat from 10.11.1917, telling about the decision the Parliament made to transfer the power (in Finland) that earlier was held by the czar to 3 people chosen by the Parliament.
The suggestion, voting and the final result of the plenary session where the Parliament ended up deciding to ditch their previous idea of electing those 3 people and just having the legislative power to itself.
On 4th of December the government - or P.E. Svinhufvud’s Independence Senate (P.E. Svinhufvudin itsenäisyyssenaatti) - gave the Declaration of Independence.
On the 5th, the Declaration was published for all the people of Finland to see - however, the rising tensions between the working class and the middle class, as well as the famine closing in kind of distracted the people.
On December 6th the Parliament voted in favor of Independence. The votes were 100-88, those 88 being the Social Democrats who’d wanted to negotiate with the bolsheviks before independence. This day was chosen as the national day of Finland, the Finnish Independence Day. However, on 6th of December in the year 1917, the newly gained independence did not stir much positive emotions. According to the memoirs of a Finnish author, Lauri Arra, that year, “everyone waited for or sensed that some terrible disaster was going to happen”. This terrible disaster was waiting for the newly born nation in the January of 1918, only a few weeks later.
To be a real country, other countries must recognize the independence first. Right away Finland asked Sweden, Denmark, Germany, France, Norway and Great Britain to recognize the new country’s independence. You might have noticed that a key player in this becoming-a-country-independent-from-Russia-and-asking-others-to-recognize-our-breaking-away-from-Russia-process is missing: Russia.
No, Finland did not ask Russia to recognize our independence at first. However, all the other countries refused to recognize Finland as independent before the country Finland was trying to break free from approved of said breaking free first, and so Finland had to turn eastward with an apologetic smile and go: “…Please?” I mean, I assume that’s how it went, I dunno, I wasn’t there.
The first ones to make a move were the Social Democrats: they asked their eastern comrades to recognize Finland as a proper nation. Lenin agreed to do so if someone came and asked. On 29th of December Svinhufvud himself, with the other negotiators, traveled to St. Petersburg. The Finnish delegation was forced to wait for hours in some room outside the room where all the important stuff was happening.
Then, just before midnight, literally minutes before the year 1917 came to a close, the Finns were handed a note, a piece of paper, with which Soviet Russia recognized Finland as an independent nation.
Said piece of paper.
Soviet Russia was the first country to recognize Finland’s independence on December 31st, 1917. The confirmation for the recognition was given on January 4th, 1918. The next countries to recognize Finland as a country were France, Sweden and Germany, on January 4th as well. Other countries followed, even though countries like USA and Great Britain recognized Finland only after WWI, to make sure Finland wouldn’t go and join the bad guy Germany, so to say. (Krhm.)
A screencap of the Wikipedia article on the Finnish Declaration of Independence because it had the handy list here. On top of these countries, Romania, Venezuela, Panama, Ecuador, Mexico and Hungary recognized Finland in 1920. Paraguay and Luxembourg followed in 1921, Serbia in 1922, and finally Afghanistan and Albania in 1928.
Map of Finland in 1917.
Here’s the end of part 1 of the Finnish Independence post. This focused on the history, but the next part, which I will hopefully publish soon, will focus on how we celebrate our independence. I hope you enjoyed.
I don’t think about Harry Potter a whole lot, typically, but today I saw a video that featured Harry wearing some cool shades and I started wondering: what if Voldemort’s killing curse had struck Harry just a little lower? What if - on the first of November, 1981 - the Dursleys had discovered their infant nephew on the doorstep not with a conspicuous jagged scar, but instead as a baby cursed with unseeing eyes the colour of electricity? How would the life of a blind Harry Potter from the story we already know?
The first divergences are small and predictable. On his eleventh birthday, Harry’s letter from Hogwarts is written in delicate braille and the signature of Minerva McGonagall is elegantly embossed. At the Hut-on-the-Rock, the newly-revealed wizard boy is overwhelmed not by Hagrid’s size but by the booming depth of his voice.
Arriving at Hogwarts, we get no description of Draco Malfoy’s appearance, but instead learn the self-important scuffing sound of his footsteps. We learn that Crabbe and Goyle smell of old oatmeal, too much candy, and something that reminds Harry of grumpy toads.
Instead of learning “Lumos”, our blind Harry learns spells like “Oros” - which makes books and letters whisper their written contents to him with papery voices - as well as “Divinus”, which causes his wand to hum like a tuning fork the closer it gets to the object he’s thinking of.
One notable difference: In this world, no-one will ever tell Harry that he has his mother’s eyes. It’s hard to tell how much this changes Harry’s story; perhaps, without Lily’s eyes to stir up such emotion, Professor Snape won’t inflict Harry with the sadistic cruelty of a jealous lover - though he still treats the Potter boy with the same distance and hostility he felt towards his father James (this, plus the acrid fumes and addling, humid vapours of the potions classrooms, makes the subject one of Harry’s least favourite).
When Harry’s eyes mark him as “The Boy who Lived” he may not be able to see the reflection of his desires in the Mirror of Erised, but upon placing his hand on the mirror’s cool surface Harry’s head is filled with the murmurs of familiar and comforting voices - his uncles, grandmothers, great-aunts and second cousins - and he is taken by an overwhelming sense of belonging, of being home.
Our sighted Harry always relied on the help of his friends to overcome challenges, and this remains true through the challenges to reach the Philosopher’s Stone. Hermione will still fend off the devil’s snare and solve the potion riddle, while Ron’s command over the chess board will still get the trio through the fourth chamber. Unable to see, Harry may yet be able to capture the winged key in the third chamber; instead of chasing the key like a daring snitch-seeker, he rises cautiously on his broom into the middle of the whirling, fluttering cloud and waits patiently until his keen ears distinguish the slow and clumsy flapping of the injured old key, grabbing it cleanly out of the air as it lumbers past him.
In his second year, Harry’s blindness is if anything an advantage in the fight against the basilisk, making him immune to the serpent’s petrifying gaze as he follows the sound of Fawkes’ voice to rend it through its head. (Incidentally, the repercussions of Dobby’s meddling this year will be slightly lessened. Who could blame a blind twelve-year-old for knocking over a sugared violet pudding - although of course the Dursleys will try - or bumping into a wall at Central Cross station?)
Professor Trelawney’s classes in third year could only be incredibly tedious for Harry, being unable to read tea leaves or see into crystal balls. What’s more, the Divination professor makes near-constant references to “blind prophets” and “third eyes”, which Harry can’t help but feel is somewhat offensive. Hermione will be very patient with Harry when they sit down to practice their astrology readings and Harry has to ask “Where are the stars, Hermione? The stars? Is Mars in the house of Jove right now? Where’s the moon? What’s the moon doing?”
With all the talk of The Grim this year, all Harry notices is the lingering ‘shaggy dog smell’ that seems to follow him around whenever he’s outside the castle.
Will a blind boy be allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Of course he will! Wizards don’t understand ‘safety’. Our Harry may not be a confident flyer, but he still has command of the Accio charm, as well as an entire stash of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products under his bed in the dormitory. Even a Hungarian Horntail can’t see you through Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, nor can it smell you once you’ve detonated a few dung bombs. After being tricked into devouring an entire case of Skiving Snackboxes, any dragon is going to feel like taking the day off.
Harry doesn’t recognise Hermione at first when she attends the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum: her improved posture changes the sound of her footsteps, and her voice has taken on a new lilt and clarity after Madam Pomfrey shrunk her teeth to undo Malfoy’s hex. Masking her characteristic smells of library books and toothpaste, she carries with her the flowery scent of the cosmetic potion she put in her hair.
Harry will be incapable of seeing thestrals, even at the start of his fifth year; after hearing the clopping of hooves from his carriage and remarking that “regular, horse-drawn transport seems rather mundane for Hogwarts”, he will be drawn into a very awkward and illuminating conversation with Luna Lovegood about the nature of death. Literally lacking an eye for fashion, Harry wears a gifted pair of Spectrespecs for the first three weeks of term before Hermione “accidentally” knocks them off and Ron “mistakenly” steps on them.
Umbrige will be described to us in this universe not by her “toad-like” appearance, but in terms of a voice “like an indignant budgerigar stuck in an expensive vase”. Her classroom smells strongly to Harry of talcum powder and too-sweet tea, with an undertone of vinegar and hints of nightshade.
With a fragment of Tom Riddle’s soul trapped within his eyes, Harry’s visions of Voldemort are stronger than ever, and on the back of an invisible but warmly musty thestral he rushes as always to confront the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic with a group of determined friends by his side.
Of course this Harry will succeed in hunting down the remaining Horcruxes and tracing the paths of the Deathly Hallows. How could he not, with his magical talents, his powerful capacity for empathy and love, and the endless help of his his allies and friends?
Coming to consciousness in a spectral representation of King’s Cross Station, Harry recoils from the feebly whimpering fragment of Voldemort’s soul. He is greeted by the presence of Albus Dumbledore, whose distinguished voice Harry recognises like a grand old oak tree, branches bowed under the weight of a thousand stars. Harry’s figment of Dumbledore smells like soap and gold wire, like ink, polished wood and lemon sherbets, and very faintly of kind and humble tears. Occasional wisps of the old man’s expansive beard brush past Harry’s face.
Harry has the same conversation with Dumbledore about life and death, about the old wizard’s own plans and foils, and about Voldemort and Harry’s fates. Harry is offered the same choice: to go back to the land of the living or to board a train into the beyond. Harry still chooses to return to Voldemort’s camp in the Forbidden Forest, for the sake of his friends, whom he knows and loves by sound and smell and touch.
Harry - The Boy Who Lived - the boy with eyes like lightning, duels Voldemort without ever seeing his snake-like features or the contempt and malice in his red-ringed pupils. He defeats the dark lord just as he does in the original story, because the sum of one’s strength is more than any one sense, just like a community’s strength is greater than that of any one person. Beside the skinny boy with the dark glasses held together by Spell-o-tape stand a frizzy-haired muggle girl who has read every book, two redheaded siblings from a huge and loving family, a forgetful boy raised by his grandmother, a girl who still carries around a battered pair of Spectre Specs, and countless other witches and wizards who stand behind our blind hero knowing that love, acceptance and cooperation are the most powerful magics of all.
Common sense and decency have prevailed in Alabama. It was a vote not just against sexual abuse but also against racism and against those who would ride roughshod over our democratic institutions.
Yes, the margin was small, and Roy Moore was the worst candidate Republicans could possibly have dredged up. But remember, this is Alabama – where Democrats are hated, where minority votes are suppressed, where Trump won overwhelmingly last November.
In the most Trumpian of all states, Trump has been delivered the most powerful repudiation to date. First it was Virginia; now, Alabama. I’d like to think this is a precursor of what’s to come next November – the beginning of the end of the nightmare.
Today Alabama demonstrated that America is better than Trump, and better than House and Senate Republicans who have jumped into the swamp Trump has created. Congratulations, Doug Jones. Congratulations, Alabama. Congratulations, America.
Bts Reactions: Their Reaction To Their S/O Wanting Sex In The Dorm ~Naughty November~
Jin would be reluctant at first, although he was the oldest and could get away with anything based on the pure fact of respect from his dongsaengs he hated to abuse that power so when you asked him to engage in scandalous activities in the dorm, which was very often, sometimes he’d say no and sometimes he’d say yes. Today was one of those ‘yes’ days.
“Jin!” You whined, rolling your hips down onto him again. “Please?!” You had been begging Jin for the last ten minutes to fuck you, and on any other day he would’ve happily agreed but the others were in the dorm and the walls weren’t as thick as they could be so he wasn’t too thrilled to jump on the offer. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse Jinnie…I just need you to fuck me…please!” You had dropped your voice, this avoided Taehyung from hearing you from next door, and it was to also show him you meant business. Jin was rock hard under you, and you continuing to roll your basically bare slit against him wasn’t helping one bit. “Come on Jinnie,” You lean forward, lips next to his ear, “I’ll be quick I promise…I just need you to touch me. Make me cum,” Your voice makes him shudder. Your hand comes down, wrapping around his wrist to move his hand to cup your left breast. “Shit I’m so horny I could honestly probably get off just like this.” You clamp your teeth down on your bottom lip, holding in a needy moan, remembering you needed to be quiet to prove to Jin you could handle him fucking you. In mention to 'this’ you meant you grinding yourself along him but what man what Jin be if he let his overly needy girlfriend get off like this when she was literally begging for him?
“A shitty one.” Jin things aloud and before you can question him he flips the both of you over, pinning you beneath him.
“Jin?!” You gasps in surprise but Jin holds a finger over his lips,
“Shush and let me take care of you princess.”
With Yoongi not having much embarrassment history he really didn’t care about fucking in the dorm, with the others there or not. If he wanted to fuck his girl, he was going to fuck his girl so there wasn’t much begging needed, the real begging came in the midst of the sex-he’s such a cocky little tease.
“Beg for me princess, beg for me to let you cum.” Yoongi darkly chuckled into your ear, tightening his arm around your body as he continued to fuck you from behind. His fingers ghosted over your clit as he waited for you to beg him to let you cum, just as he had asked. “Oh so now you want to be quiet? You weren’t being quiet when you woke me up at six in the morning for some dick…” He gradually comes to a halt and you whine, squeezing around him in protest. “Beg.Slut.” He couldn’t smack your ass because he was pressed against it, his cock still buried deep inside of you, so he settled for grabbing your chin and turning your head a little so you could see him out the corner of your eye. “Do you want to cum?” You nod as best you could in his death grip, “Then beg,” You huff, but cave in, having gone through so much to wake him up to get him to fuck you.
“Yoongi, please let me cum. Please just fuck me and let me cum.” Yoongi lets go of your chin and wrapped his arm around your form again. He pressed his lips against your damp temple, chuckling darkly once again.
“What’s in it for me?” Anyone who didn’t know Yoongi would’ve said 'you get to cum’ and that would’ve been wrong. You, knowing Yoongi immediately spit out the answer, earning you a quick peck on your temple and a triumph laugh.
“I’ll let you cum inside of me,” Was the answer, Yoongi loved nothing more than cumming inside of you, nothing.
“Good girl.” He grunted and pulled out of you before drilling back into you, eliciting a loud, throat-ripping moan from the back of your throat, the others in the dorms covering their ears. “My good girl.”
Hoseok would always be willing to appease your needs no matter where you were and you often scolded him for it but he’d hush you with a sweet kiss and slide his into your pants. Which is why it surprised you when you were asking him now, the house full of members-most of them either sleep or half asleep and he was saying no.
“Hoseok?” You whisper into the dark room, making him hum and look up from his phone. “I need you Hobi…” You run your tongue over your bottom lip, pressing yourself against his side, snaking your hand down his body. He had turned his phone off so you couldn’t see the teasing smirk on his lips, but your stomach dropped when he said,
“Not now,” He didn’t often say no to you and when you went to protest you realized he was probably tired or he just wasn’t in the mood and you had to respect that.
“Okay,” You sigh and roll over in bed, turning your lamp you. You were still wearing your clothes from going out earlier in the day and you wanted to switch into something more comfortable before going to bed. Hoseok watched you, still trying to fight his smirk. You thought nothing of it, your goal wasn’t to be seen as teasing when you pulled out the tight white thin straps shirt and red velvet shorts from his top drawer. Hoseok hummed in appreciation, you still not knowing his game and him not knowing you weren’t playing any game. You peeled your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra, tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. Your nipples were pert and Hoseok had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep himself from moaning. He sets his phone down, having had enough of playing his little game. He rolls out of bed and walks toward you, saying nothing as he wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth. “Fuck!” You run your fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to your chest. Hoseok moans around your nipple and slips his hand into your pants, fingers rubbing tight circles over your aching clit.
“Did you really think I’d let my princess go to bed without making her cum once or twice?”
Hearing you beg for him was almost better than the actual sex. Namjoon didn’t care if you yelled for him during sex, he cared about if the others could hear when you begged for him, it was like music to his ears.
Namjoon traced the arch of your back with his hand, pushing his bulge against your bare core. “Beg for me baby, beg for daddy.” He rubs his bulge against your core, you mewl, this was the worse kind of teasing there was. His other hand gripped your hip tighter, nails digging into the bare skin. You see, for Namjoon’s powerplay, he liked to remain fully clothed while you were fully naked, it was truly just for his ego. He thrusted into you like he would if he was naked and it made your walls clench around nothing, needing to feel him inside of you. He pressed against your lower back, moving away from you. “I’m not hearing you beg!” He whistled in a sing-song tone, and you rolled your eyes, letting out a long sigh.
“Joonie…please fuck me, please.” You cried and he clicked his tongue, slowly shaking his head.
“You can do better than that princess, I know you can do better than that. Here let me help you…what do you want?”
“I want your cock daddy,”
“Hmm, good girl, Where do you want my cock princess?”
“In my pussy, my ass, I just need you to fuck me, daddy.” Namjoon’s eyes flickered to your puckered hole and he groaned, thinking of how tight you’d be around him and for a second he almost gave in, went to get the lube so he could take you up on that offer and fuck you but instead he continued with his outline of begging for cock.
“What are you going to do if I give you my cock princess?” He rolled his hips into your ass, his bulge brushing against your clit and you lurched forward, your body shaking and aching-you needed more, you needed so much more.
“I’m going to take every inch of it, daddy,” You push back into him and he smirks,
“Good girl, what would you be willing to do for daddy’s cock princess?”
“Anything daddy, absolutely anything.”
“Anything? Would you be willing to suck daddy’s cock, on your knees until they’re bruised and bloody?” You nod your head,
“Anything for daddy’s cock,” You basically drool,
“Would you let daddy tie you up and play with you for hours?”
“Of course daddy! I’d let daddy do whatever he wanted to me, whatever he wanted.” Namjoon’s hands left your form to free his cock from their restraints. He grabs the base of his cock and runs the tip along your slit, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he sinks in and you take every inch as you had promised.
“Fuck! You’re such a good girl when you’re begging for daddy’s cock.” Namjoon knows he’s done his job when his phone goes off six different times.
A few days late but here’s my Nightmare Before Christmas Halloween spread! I know most of this week falls in November, but it just feels so wrong to have a Halloween-themed spread under November.
And I made an avocado toast with a fried egg for the first time today! It was so good, but sorry no picture because the food presentation was so bad — I heated the oil too hot and overcooked the bottom of the egg white (oops). I can’t cook for my life hahaha
i’m starting off the first crisp morning of november with a salted caramel mocha and an interview with one of my professors for my research paper! i’m like, a real College Adult
the verse of the day today is2 Corinthians 10:5, which says ‘casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought captive into the obedience of Christ’, and when i read that this morning, i got so happy because that’s exactly what i’m doing with this paper! if you’re ever lost, remember that God will guide you in everything! i really think that He’s been leading me to this paper since last semester and now i’m beginning to see it into fruition and i’m loving every second of the research and writing!
songs that feel like fall, pt. 1: wake up by chelsea cutler.
Good afternoon, sweet lovelies. Today instead of a song and an episode and a picture, I’m going to do something very special. Upon hitting that special episode of Wind Waker, I decided to take the time to take down Dan’s mental illness to recovery story in its entirety (obviously I’ve cleaned it up a little, omitting the “ums” and “ahs” and excessive “likes” and non-starters, as well as cutting Arin’s minor contributions for length and ease of understanding). It’s long, but it’s worth the entire read, some of you see these quotes passed around without their entirety behind them, so let’s all take today to read Dan’s story. It’s an important and beautiful story and one that is very important to his person.
So, here’s a very good Dan fact for you today:
One of Dan’s most notable episodes is Wind Waker part 19, which was uploaded on November 19th, 2013. In it, he goes into detail about his mental health journey concerning his severe OCD and depression as a young adult. I’ll quote him directly.
“When I was eighteen, I got really sick with mono and I was just laid up for like eight months. Couldn’t really get out of bed and shit and it was really really awful. And it was the first- I had like a really happy childhood- it was my first experience of real sadness over a long period of time. And I guess it was depression. But then I noticed even when I got physically healthier, I was still really struggling mentally with a lot of stuff. ‘Cuz I’d gone away to college and suddenly like… I don’t know.
I think that’s a tough age, because you know who you are when you’re a kid, but you’re not a kid anymore. And you don’t know how to be an adult yet, you don’t know where you fit into the world yet. Keep in mind, let me just say, it gets way fucking better, because the more of an adult you become you’re like, oh I can actually really get into this and it’s super fun and not that different from being a kid. If you happen to do stuff you love and laugh a lot and all that.
So yeah, I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time and really having a lot of trouble just getting out of bed in the morning and things were bothering me. And basically the short version of the story is I had obsessive compulsive disorder and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. [ARIN:Like always or just then?] See that’s the weird thing because OCD is not… it’s hard to separate from like your normal life. It’s more just like an exaggerated form of what everybody has. How can I describe it… like if something shitty happened to you, it bothered you like it would bother anybody. Like a quote-unquote normal person would get over it in twenty minutes or whatever but like some- like for you it would bother you for weeks or whatever. So that’s the best way I can describe it. It’s just an exacerbated form of your natural personality.
OCD kinda feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting. Like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like- okay here’s an example: let’s say I wanted to go bike riding right now. Like when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly. And it would be like, I’d have an image in my head riding a bike and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking of home, then I’d start thinking well my girlfriend- my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding. You know what I mean? My mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. It sucked, dude.
It’s awful. So like, there was a period- I almost failed out of school because of it because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like five months. Something like that. I’ll never forget it was the weirdest thing, I was at my friend’s Adam house and I was sitting on the computer and I said something and he was like, “dude just stop obsessing about that shit”. And it was one of those weird unconscious things and I just randomly typed in 'obsession’ into google search terms or whatever and all these pages on obsessive compulsive disorder came up and I started reading about it and I just fucking immediately started crying. I was just like- oh my god, I’m not fucking crazy! Like I just have this thing!
For me, the moment I found out what it was, as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from. And then I was like if it’s a disease, quote-unquote, then it has a cure. But when it was just this nameless thing hanging over my life, it was just really really tough. That’s why I tell people like don’t be scared to go to therapy and don’t think of it as a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad. Because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you.
And so like they put me on I think it was Prozac for- I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time. And one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re “happy pills”- they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. Like you have to take the initiative and be like- no, I’m not gonna fucking live like this. It’s amazing because I think back to those times which now seem so distant, you know they were like a decade ago, and I’m just so happy now all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad.
There’s the two different kinds of happiness, there’s the kid happiness where you’re like I’m happy because everything is awesome and new and interesting. And then there’s the other happy like the light at the end of the tunnel happiness. Like I had to go through some shit and I earned this. The at peace kind of feeling. So that’s the very truncated version of my story.
Oh- yeah! That’s when I went to France as an exchange student and that really helped me too. Going to a totally new place and like seeing like different environments and just being like hey you know what the world isn’t what I thought it was, there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen. And I had this big, maybe this overly dramatic to say, but it is what happened. There was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for I guess like six months, and while I was out there I was just like I don’t fucking need this shit anymore. This shit is, I just feel good. And I’m done. I took the pill bottle and fucking threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments. And I’ve never told anybody that before.”