you guise know what i mean

        Slowly but surely, his memory was returning. Even if only in short flashbacks or in the guise of faces he knew. Nevertheless it was an awfully confusing process as the male attempted to fit the pieces together inside his head. What he did know, was that he had died. Liam remember the pain and the feeling of complete and utter helplessness as darkness consumed him. And then there was nothing, until of course he woke up in the hospital morgue, naked alone and terrified. “Hypothetically speaking —” He started, turning to the other sat in the bar-stool beside him. “— do you think it’s possible to die, and come back again? Without so much as a consequence, I mean, maybe something along the lines of temporary to permanent amnesia, but aside from that, good as new?”  

Public Apology Annoucement

To all of you who have been misled to believe that I, for some STRANGE reason, “ship Jikook”, whatever this Jikook thing is, I am deeply apologetic. I honestly have no idea what this Jikook thing is, and if anything I may have said or done has led you to believe that I am a “Jikook shipper” I am deeply, deeply sorry if I have offended any of you in anyway.

Cause wtf is Jikook. Idk what Jikook is I mean–

wait, I can explain–

hold on–




…okay, so maybe I kind of know what it is.

Just a little bit.

Like low low key.


…here have some more.


That being said, this is kind of like a thanks to my followers as well. I’ve never gotten so much love in so little time in all of my history on tumblr pretty much ^^ We can all be trashy together I love all of you and all the support you’ve given me <3 

And you know what,


P.S. Why are all off “Jimin’s wives” so rude. Damn boy, control your hoes. That’s the second one I’ve seen harassing the interwebs within a month >.> jimin would never love you back >.>

Of course

There’s a certain feeling, I’ve come to recognize, that soulmates give you when you first encounter them.  Obviously, it’s not the first time you’ve encountered these people; you’ve met each other in dozens of guises, so many times.  But you know what I mean when I say “first.”  I mean the first time in this life.  In these bodies.

So, about that…  When I look back on my own “first” encounters with soulmates in this lifetime, or even any significant accidental run-ins with the same people after initial acquaintances have been made, I notice there is a peculiar, delightful quality of, “Ah… of course.”

It doesn’t have to be a “Hey, this person looks like someone I’ve met before…”  Much less does it have to be a bowl-you-over, can’t-believe-this-person-is-speaking-to-me, they-are-amazing-and-I’m-a-mere-mortal, shockwaves-and-butterflies sensation.

Rather, what I realize, in retrospect, is that my encounters with my soulmates have consistently just felt… natural.  “Natural” as in, “Of course this person and I would strike up a conversation, about anything at all” (bonus points for past-life relevant topic!).  Or “Of course we would cross paths again on this very random occasion after not having conversed in months.”  In fact, sometimes, it feels like they have spontaneously inserted themselves onto the scene, just dropped into it from another dimension to my unawares, but, lo and behold, there they are, there we are, and – naturally – we are talking.  As if this meeting had been meant to happen.  As if this meeting were part of a larger plan.

It was.  It is.  And it feels entirely natural because your souls are so comfortable with one another, and you are such very old friends, just getting together again to catch up and spend more time enjoying each other’s company, like a couple of old-timers getting together for another lazy afternoon on the front porch, sipping lemonade while you shoot the breeze, sure of one another’s esteem and grateful for one another’s companionship.  No formal introductions necessary, no fireworks needed to commemorate the occasion, no pomp or circumstance – just flow, and the flow leads you both naturally to the very same “here” and very same “now.”

Of course you’d find one another, right there, right then.  Of course you’d be close enough to speak, and of course you’d end up speaking.  Souls so deeply connected by ancient memories and timeless love – you will naturally find each other again, and again, and again.  Of course…

fun fact

did you know that “i’m never changing who i am” doesn’t necessarily have to mean “i’m not going to develop as a person ever”? that you can actually still be true to yourself but grow as a human being? that you can still have the same base character but work and improve upon certain stats that make up your character’s abilities? that changing your opinions or beliefs or interests doesn’t actually change your whole personality at its core? that you don’t have to be a stubborn plank of rotting shed wood under the guise of not caring what other people say about you? that it’s patently obvious that most people who have to show people actively now little they care about what people think of them clearly do actually care about what people think of them or else they wouldn’t go through the effort of trying so desperately to demonstrate the contrary? that it actually takes less effort to just consider the world around you and the consequences and context of your thoughts and actions for a good thirty, thirty-five seconds than it does to stick your head in the ground and refuse to move for the rest of your life?

Do you know like I’m kinda pissed off at everyone bitching at the Larry fans. Fuck, let ‘em ship these guys as Deadpool and Spidey if they like. I mean, I get that there’s the whole ‘disability erasing’ angle, and it’s annoying to see stuff in your ship’s tag which is not your ship…. BUT ALSO GUISE WHAT HAPPENED TO NOT SLAGGING OFF PEOPLE’S SHIPS IN THEIR TAGS TOO, COME ON.

Be cool.

Honestly every racist Heathen argument can be summed up as:

“I don’t understand what cultural appropriation is or how it works.”

“But I just want to exclude people from my completely open religion! Y u no let me do it???”

“I’m just going to quote ‘research’ that was obsolete fifty years ago.”

“What I really mean by ‘Northern European descent is ‘looks white enough’.”

“Basically all religions exist in vacuums.”

“No but guise I’m not racist like neonazi racist so I’m just going to say that I’m not racist even when I say some pretty gross shit, but you know, not racist.”


“Everybody has that thing where they need to look one way but they come out looking another way and that’s what people observe. You see someone on the street and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw. It’s just extraordinary that we should have been given these peculiarities. And not, content with what we were given, we create a whole other set.

Our whole guise is like giving a sign to the world to think of us in a certain way but there’s a point between what you want people to know about you and what you can’t help people knowing about you.

And that has to do with what I’ve always called the gap between intention and effect. I mean if you scrutinize reality closely enough, if in some way you really, really get to it, it becomes fantastic. You know it really is totally fantastic that we look like this and you sometimes see that very clearly in a photograph. Something is ironic in the world and it has to do with the fact that what you intend never comes out like you intended it.

What I’m trying to describe is that it’s impossible to get out of your skin into somebody else’s. And that’s what all this is a little bit about. That somebody else’s tragedy is not the same as your own”

Diane Arbus

Pisces Sun - Aquarius Moon

Now that I’m awake I realize people thought I was talking specifically about Memorial Day, rather than the significant amount of holidays in general that either celebrate our wars or our soldiers.

(Which, admittedly, includes Memorial Day, but at least a day to honor the dead makes sense.)

But I still mean what I said.

This country IS obsessed with waging war and it IS obsessed with its own military under the guise of patriotism, all while treating veterans with huge disrespect. If you can’t see that and choose to plug up your own ears and pretend I’m slamming the soldier in your life you know personally then you’re blind.

War is not glorious or honorable. War is pointless and tragic and I won’t ever pretend otherwise and fuck you if you disagree.

And fuck you if you send me nasty messages over it, I’m not giving you the time of day. I’ve said my piece.