#🌹 eclipse talks

[lupinedreaming]

Last night, two M/ormon missionaries stopped by my house and I was struck by how friggin young they were. If you don’t know, any “worthy” M/ormon boy can put in their papers to serve a missions when they’re 18, and missions last two years for boys. Most leave on their missions right after high school, and these two guys definitely looked like they were 18 or 19.

So I just want to remind people: If you decide to talk to M/ormon missionaries, please don’t be mean to them. Yes, they’re legally adults, but they’re barely out of high school, and the mission is a huge shock to their systems. I never served (girls can put in their papers when they’re 19), but from what I’ve read from ex-Mos, missionaries often struggle with their mental health and the mission is a period of even heavier indoctrination. Restrictions on how often you can call your parents have loosened a bit. You can now call them once a week instead of just calling home twice a year, but that’s still … Not Great. Other behaviors are also heavily restricted.

When you’re M/ormon, you’re often taught that the secular world is scary and will persecute you for believing the Truth, so being mean to a missionary is also going to further reinforce that belief.

I get that having M/ormon missionaries knock on your door can be annoying. I was kinda annoyed to when these kids showed up, but I talked to them for a minute or two and just gently said I didn’t think I was interested in hearing their message, and they respected that and we told each other to have a nice night. If you don’t want to talk to them at all, you can totally just not answer the door and ignore them. But yeah. If you do talk to them, just say you’re not interested and be polite about it. If they get aggressive about it, then sure, push back more firmly, but generally just be nice to the M/ormon missionaries. They’re usually teens thrust into an intense indoctrination environment

[tafeekafee]

🌹💙 Sorry

Part 1: Angel

Part 2: Nauseous

Part 3: Eclipse

Part 4: Take Me Down

지쳐버린 난 tonight

잊혀지지 않는 말

Hajoon was drunk. It had never been his intention but he hadn’t wanted to go home after talking with the lawyer. Why should he? He hadn’t wanted to see his … co-workers. Yeah, that’s all they were. Friends didn’t hate friends.

But now, inside the bar and several shots later, he felt numb. He had hoped the alcohol would make him feel good. It didn’t. Quite the opposite, he now felt like either crying or throwing up. Now even the previous buzzing effect had left him. If it wasn’t going to work he might as well just go home and face the others.

He flagged the barman, paid his tab and stumbled outside. The fresh air hit him in the face and he took a deep breath, pulling his cap into his face even more. He doubted people would recognize him but if they did he couldn’t drag the band down. Not more than he already did with his mere presence.

Hajoon called himself a taxi, not trusting himself to walk and not wanting to make anything harder if he was seen, and gave the address. Ten minutes later he stood in front of the entrance door and hesitated. He was dizzy, the world spinning a bit and the lights were on.

At least one of the others was home.

Any hope of just slipping undetected into his room vanished. Oh, hell. He fumbled with the keypad a bit, the numbers not quite where he thought they were. At last he was allowed entrance with his final try.

돌이킬 수 없어 sorry

이기적인 난 I'm sorry

Holding onto the wall, he made his way inside. He had taken only a few steps when he was met with a surprised shout of his name. Dojoon was standing at the end of the hall and ran towards him. What Hajoon did not expect was for the older man to hug him as soon as he reached him. What was Dojoon doing?

Woosung and Jaehyeong came into the hall as well, looking … relieved? Oh, they were probably worried about him ruining their reputation.

Hajoon could already imagine the headline: Pathetic drummer of band The Rose, Lee Hajoon, found stumbling drunk in the streets. Or worse: The Rose members decided to continue as three after disagreement with disappointing drummer Lee Hajoon. 

“Hajoon-ah, we were …”, Jaehyeong said, coming over to them. His eyes looked red. Hajoon was too drunk to try to understand why. Then the maknae sniffed. “Are you…? Hyung, are you drunk?”

“What?”, Woosung asked, materializing next to Hajoon. The drummer felt caged in by them and pushed Dojoon away from him. “Dylan, did you go out drinking?”

“And what if I did?”, Hajoon challenged the leader, “I’m an adult, I can take care of myself.”

Woosung looked angry again. “Please stop. You are acting like a child. You know better than to go out drinking alone, especially with your past. Do you want to get depressed again?”

Oh, so this is why Hajoon was called the true maknae. It wasn’t his shy and unassuming personality after all. They thought he acted like a child – the youngest. Maybe he was acting that way, he didn’t care. The lights were swirling above him and he really didn’t want to see the others anymore.

How dare Woosung bring his past into the conversation?

“Fuck you, Sammy”, Hajoon said and pushed past them, escaping to his room. He fell onto his bed, a position he had found himself in more and more often over time.

Getting up in the mornings was hard. He had had to move his alarm forward so he could forced himself out of his cozy safe haven in time. Between each schedule he found himself laying down and he was so tired at night he went to bed earlier than he had ever in his adult life. If he slept he didn’t have to think, well, if he managed to sleep at all.

His bed was safe, the place where nobody could hurt him. His bed was the only place he wasn’t judged. His bed didn’t care about his talents or personality.

But suddenly the bed wasn’t safe anymore. Footsteps – Jaehyeong – entered the room, coming to sit down next to him. Hajoon stubbornly ignored him. The maknae could fuck off too.

Then a gentle hand came to rest on Hajoon’s shoulder. “I know you are going through something, Hajoon-ah. We just want to help, please don’t run away. Just talk to us and maybe whatever is going on will end. We all aren’t happy like this.”

Hajoon just sobbed dryly.

흐려진 기억에 난 왜 또

힘들어져만 가는지?

Hajoon didn’t really remember falling asleep. He woke to unbearable nausea and before he knew it, he was throwing up all over himself. And the blanket. And, oh fuck, Jaehyeong. The younger must have fallen asleep next to him for some reason.

Now Hajoon was repaying him with puking on his lap. Shit. He couldn’t even stop himself from getting sick again and again until his stomach was empty of last night’s regrets.

And Jaehyeong was still staying next to him, having just turned both of them so Hajoon was throwing up over the side of the bed. He was even holding Hajoon’s hand. It was nice, except for the, you know, puking part.

When Hajoon looked down - after his stomach stopped turning itself out - he saw how much of a mess he had made. His head pounded.

“I’m so sorry, Jaehyeong”, he sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’ll clean up.”

“Hush”, the maknae said and loudly called for the hyungs. Hajoon flinched, the sound seemingly shaking his brain in his skull. Jaehyeong apologized.

Dojoon and Woosung were still in their sleep clothes when they arrived. While Dojoon was in old sweatpants and a T-Shirt, Woosung was just in boxers. Their states, especially with the looks of shock on their faces, would have been funny if Hajoon didn’t hate himself so much.

“Oh, kiddo”, Dojoon mumbled, still wide-eyed. But he came closer.

Woosung, always with a weak stomach, had turned pale and mumbled something about calling the manager as he fled the room.

“Leo, will you help Joon-ah get cleaned up? I’ll clean this up”, Jaehyeong said and gestured to the puddle of sick all over the bed and floor. Hajoon whimpered and subconsciously clutched the maknae’s hand tighter.

“I can clean up”, Hajoon repeated. It was disgusting but he couldn’t make the members to it for him.

“Nonsense”, Dojoon said, “you should get sorted out. Jeff, go with him.”

Was it just Hajoon’s imagination or did Dojoon sound short and angry? Well, he probably had wanted to sleep in, not clean up puke first thing in the morning.

돌이킬 수 없어 sorry

이기적인 난 I'm sorry

The bassist dragged Hajoon to the bathroom and helped him strip off his clothes, then pushed him towards the shower. “Do you need help? Are you dizzy or anything?”, Jaehyeong asked.

Hajoon shook his head. He wanted to be alone in his misery.

“Headache?”, Jaehyeong asked and Hajoon shrugged.

“I’ll leave you to shower. Call if you need help. Be careful.”

Hajoon was left alone.

I'm lonely

나만 홀로 남겨진 밤

„I told the manager you have a migraine, Joon-ah”, Woosung said, sitting on the bed by Hajoon’s hip. They had put Hajoon into Jaehyeong’s bed after the drummer had barely been able to keep standing between the headache, nausea and dizziness that might have been the result of a too hot shower. Hajoon had protested, not wanting to take Jaehyeong’s room but he had to admit that lying down in his own room reeking of vomit was not ideal.

The leader, while not good with bodily fluids, had not left Hajoon’s side since he had been returned to bed. Woosung didn’t seem angry with him, which was what confused Hajoon. Shouldn’t he be pissed that Hajoon got drunk and now they couldn’t even do their jobs because of him? It was standard migraine protocol to not leave Hajoon alone – so after lying to the manager Woosung had stayed behind with him. He had not agreed to leave like last time. Why?

Why would Woosung lie to the manager for Hajoon? Shouldn’t he use it as an example that Hajoon was unfit to be part of the group?

“Can we talk about why for fuck’s sake you got drunk so badly you are puking with a hangover? Or why you ran out of the practice room yesterday? Or anything that’s happened? Hajoon, you are not yourself anymore. Why?”, Woosung asked.

“I’m sorry, Woosung-ssi”, Hajoon whispered, ashamed, “I’ll do better from now on.”

That’s what Woosung wanted to hear, right? He could do better until his contract was ended and somebody else took his spot.

“Don’t shut yourself off, baby. Hajoon, sorry.”, Woosung replied, “We want to help you. Let us in, please.”

It sounded like Woosung was pleading, was scared. That could not be right. Hajoon must still be drunk, unable to read the older man.

“I’ve got it”, Hajoon said.

He could do it on his own. No need to make the others help him end this. He was the problem. Not them.

I'm sorry

가지마 잊지마 날

Next chapter: Alive

[celestial-sapphicss]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 💖🥳🌹I hope this year is full of kindness, warmth, strength, hope and positivity for you ✨

i can't believe it's been only a little more than an year for me on this hellsite. i already love all of the people here 🥺

i grateful that that we had @badbuddyweek @badbuddyrewatch this year!!! most definitely the highlights for me 🫣

i loved everyone's edits/gifsets/creations (y'all are so talented), and the meta posts and the fics (the brains!!!!!), and they truly made my year!

i discovered ton of different shows this year, and watching them along with everyone here talking about it definitely made me like those shows more!

some of my favourite shows/movies that i saw this year were: the gifted series, cherry magic movie, fathers movie, semantic error, vice versa, enchante, the eclipse, 55:15 never too late, baker boys, kieta hatsukoi, light on me, the player, not me, everything I'm currently watching and definitely bad buddy!

tagging some blogs/people who made my year 10x better! @justafriend-ql @gooseras @dramavibes @naravits @telomeke-bbs @singharit @prans-pat @piningintrovert @ardentlytess @tutontawan @deshimango @dimpledpran @talays-portkey @i-got-the-feels @billlkin @actually-yikes @7nessasaryevils @phukaoapologist @grapejuicegay @cankersoregirl @lovelyghostv @surajmukhis @pranpats @tipsyjaehyun @pranparakul @freensrcha @icouldhyperfixatehim @ghostvalleymasters @laowen @lanzhans @machikeita @tachineko @seeking-moonscapes @dribs-and-drabbles @absolutebl @airenyah @maggiecheungs @wahgifs @baifengxis @smittenskitten @dangermagnetstrand @ahxu-laowen @oldfashioncupcakes @casualavocados @cubedmango @spicyvampire @heretherebedork @kaonoppakao and literally everyone else (the tag limit 😡)

i can't wait for this new year to bring a lot of great shows to us so all of us can collectively lose our minds over them yet again (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

something below the cut for people who didn't have the best of 2022 and some dose of hope & strength.

so, i did not have a particularly great 2022. i could only get through it safe and sane because of the loveliest person that my mother is.

she wrote something for me for the new year's, and I'd love to share it with everyone who had a difficult 2022. (consider it a bearhug from my mom & i).

मैं प्रार्थना करती हूँ, अपने बच्चे के लिए, वो आने वाले साल को, जी भर जियें।

जो रोष मिलें हैं जिंदगी से, उसे स्वीकार कर आगे बढ़े।

दुखद स्मृतियों को भुला पाएं, सुखद समृतियों को हँस कर याद करें।

कठोर ना बने, पर कोमल भी ना रहें।

चलना ही है सर उठा कर, ये बस याद रहे।

दुख उन्हें तोड़े ना।

जिंदगी का एक पहलू लगे, कोई ना हो, उनकी माँ है साथ, ये भी हमेशा याद रहे।

अपने जीवन को धिक्कारें ना, उस से जी भर प्यार करें।

रास्ते खोजें उस पर बढ़ें, और जीवन को स्वीकार करें।

translation: i pray for my child to live the coming year to the fullest. accept whatever hardships & pain this life has given you and have the strength to move on. have the strength to forget the painful memories, and remember the happy memories with laughter. do not become cruel, but do not remain tender either (so that people walk over you). remember, that you should walk with your head held high! hope that the pain doesn't break you. if it ever feels like there's no one for you, always remember that you have your mother (parent/guardian) with you. i hope you don't curse your life, love it to the fullest. find & explore your way/path, move forward on it, and accept your life.

skksksk the translated version seems a lot like toxic positivity bs but i swear its not, it full of love and strength and hope and respect.

[kedsandtubesocks]

peeking my head in here,, 🥺🥺 erika for ur wip/ask game... 🗒️ for nanami and gojo and reader? 👀

Moda! MODA! MODAAAAA!!!

OMG HI MY BELOVED!!! 🥹😭🥺 I feel like a bunny that just got the worst zoomies im sorry LOL

And for you to ask about the Nanami/Gojo/reader chaos fic this is why you’re my favorite 😫🌹♥️

Here’s a snippet for YOU!!

You think of how different they are - Gojo and Nanami…the literal sun and moon. And how they’ve always been like that ever since you knew them before during your high school days.

And now under the izakaya’s warm cozy light, you think you’re now also under the focus of their eclipse.

Because even as you take a sip of your drink, a reminder of how much time as passed, you feel as if both your adult and teenage high school self are being squished into one existence.

-

Moda you angel thank you so much I appreciate you taking the time to swing by and ask about that little chaotic and way too self indulgent fic with those two!!!!

Now let’s go hold hands and talk about bleach all day yeah?? 🥺💖💕

[ask-the-celestial-family]

Here, Bloody, take a rattle. See if you can bring it and Vega in with you next time Clipsey wants to talk. Little star loves Vega and rattles, maybe it’ll make Clipsey less angry?

Rattuw. *rattles it around and snuggles Vega closer, sniffling* -Blood Moon🌹

You're a monster. You killed people. You killed your own creator. You deserve this. -Eclipse🔥

[black-arms-hivemind]

Yuki and I are talking about what the living situation of the BA Founders was (before everything went to shit, anyway)

For reference: most of the living spaces in the Comet are big tall apartment building like structures that hold LOTS of Blarms at once. The Comet isn't very large - compared to something like Earth, but the population, to our memory, was relatively similar before our attempted invasion... and then the GUN raid.

Not to mention that a lot of space on the outskirts of the Comet is not urbanized - it's purely battlegrounds. Our living area was essentially condensed into one huge city. (Though now we all share one big apartment that has a sectioned off room with the control panel. A room like this was once used on the original Black Comet to pilot the Comet about the solar plain, but this one is used to pilot the body. Also the control panel kinda dubbles as my room, cause ya know, host. I do also have a special spot in Eclipse’s lab tho <3)

Anyway, we're wondering if all (except for Lillian, who basically just lived in the Death Leech nursery, and Tsunami, who often would stay at other planets, mainly her colony Little Planet) the Founders lived together in one of these apartment building structures (but ya know, bigger and cooler cause they're the leaders)

We know that Sen, Widow and Doom did live together, and well, if Sen lived in the house, then I'm sure Tea did too. I guess the question is if Death and Vladmira lived with them as well, or if the two of them lived somewhere else on the original Black Comet.

- 🌹🎂

% Hey wait, I'm sure that Death and Vladmira lived on their own. I don't remember seeing the other leaders much when I was forced to live with those two. (I definitely wish the others had been around though...)

- 😷 (Yuki)

Huh. Well I guess that solves that problem.

- 🌹🎂

[luv-sicc]

This is for the things I don't say enough, waiting for the day we touch, your lips to mine eclipse solar lunar, I'll see you soon but I'll talk to you sooner…

M 🌹

[leonaluv]

Rohini - The reddish one

The star of Rohini is in the constellation Taurus ♉ and Aldebaran color rose 🌹 💫

Star that is characterized by the eye of the Bull Taurus Animal symbol. Rohini Animal symbol is the snake 🐍 and snake symbolic of wisdom or salvation. "Snake connection to the earth for if crawls on the ground. Snake is seen as a great force of nature and can be good/evil. When you look into the eyes of a snake you are said to be lead into a trance. The natives of these sign can be able to have great magnetic/hypotonic gaze.

Dr.Pai mention how Rohini people love the color pink and Claire Natki talks about loving flower prints. I will show some examples of this and elaborate on how you can see this placement in these signs.

Hwasa Moon is in Rohini

Hwasa is in group call mamamoo and Rohini is also called the red cow 🐄.

Her latest Mv Maria

A story base on the movie Malena about a beautiful woman. The story is similar to Rohini's favorite wife of Chandra(Moon). He ignores his other 27 wives (nakshatras) and later has to be taught a lesson. In the story, Malena is a beautiful woman who lives alone while her husband is away for war. Woman in the town are jealous and man only sees her as an object of lust. Hwasa pays homage to the scene below with people offering her lighters.

Reporters only there for the drama seeing the aftermath of her laying in the pool after harming herself. In that scene, she has milk (nourishment) and roses 🌹.

Only there for the drama, but later she dies and no one is there for her. In the teasers, the pictures are a red theme. Recently, on stage, she performs this masterpiece showing the rebirth of her image again.

The Goddess name Mari the Latin form of the name is Maria (the seas) and she is made of the heavens also the earth. She comes from the Trinity the triple Goddess and In Maria performance, Hwasa starts with two other background dancers symbolizing the Trinity.

Mari was said to ride on a fireball and going back to her magic cave. (Symbolic of the womb -cave and fireball the red moon or eclipse) Mar-Mari (another name) underwater magic cave only access by her.

First, the water awakens her (birth ) then she in is a trancelike state wearing purple merged of the lower & higher frequency.

The background dancers surround her making a circle like a cave then she emerges out in all black with a gold snake 🐍 on her jacket. She is reborn and the snake could represent the kundalini rising.

Rohini is known as the star of growth and the Goddess Mari is known as one " who fosters fruits ".

These natives are creative and sometimes have to move secrets because their ideas can be stolen by others.

The Goddess Mari Latin name is Maria,(the seas) she is seen by Spain 🇪🇸 as the Lady or Mistress. Who rides the fireball into her magic cave. The fireball can be the red moon symbolic of the eclipse. The magic cave is symbolic of her womb the underwater cave that only she has access to.

Hwasa has a tattoo of the Trinity on her arm representing the triple Goddess.

Okay, I will post part 2 later

[krispiecake]

Thank you bud🌹

Mia owner of my heart

[lupinedreaming]

Thinking about the fact that Leroux Christine perhaps potentially thought she was in a monster fucker story at first, because it definitely seemed like she might have had a Thing for Erik’s Angel of Music persona

[tafeekafee]

🌹💙 Eclipse (Part 3/8)

Part 1: Angel

Part 2: Nauseous

Deep inside my broken mind

I am haunted by the things I find

It was late the next morning that Hajoon woke up. He wished it was like it happened in the books he liked to read – the protagonist waking up after a traumatic event or whatever and just having a moment of peace before they remembered.

Hajoon didn’t have the luxury. The moment he opened his eyes, his swollen and hurting eyes, he remembered.

His alarm clock – the only source of light in his pitch-black room – read nearly twelve pm. He laid there, not sure what to do. Get up and act like he hadn’t heard them, like his heart wasn’t broken? Or should he just stay lying down and avoid them? He wasn’t sure he could even look them in the eyes after last night.

Hearing his members, his friends, talk about him like that was crushing. He had assumed they were okay. He had assumed they loved him as much as he loved them. He wondered how long this secret distain had been going on.

Had it been from the start? Had they been secretly thinking he was not good enough since the beginning and just used him as a chance to debut? Or had it been later? Hajoon knew he was not the most likable person. He could be needy, had troubles speaking up for himself, had never managed to grasp the English language like Jaehyeong had.

Hajoon really couldn’t fault his members for hating him. 

A knock on his door made him freeze. Shit, he truly didn’t want to deal with them. The door opened a bit despite the silence and Hajoon closed his eyes, hoping that maybe he was in luck and whoever came in just left, thinking he was asleep. Of course he was out of luck.

Woosung – he could immediately tell from the light footsteps – flicked on the light, walked up towards him and sighed. Was he angry that Hajoon was still in bed? But they didn’t have any schedules, did they? Then a careful hand came to stroke his hair away from his forehead and the leader whispered: “Hajoon-ah, time to wake up.”

Hajoon couldn’t pretend any longer. He was normally a light sleeper and he knew Woosung would know something was up or know he was faking if he didn’t wake up. So he slowly blinked open his eyes, faking yawning which turned into real yawning.

“Good morning, baby”, Woosung greeted him with his typical smile, “there you are. How are you feeling today?” Why was he faking this concern? Hajoon didn’t understand.

“You slept like twelve hours straight, we were getting worried”, Woosung continued oblivious to Hajoon’s inner struggle, “you must be really exhausted, huh?”

Hajoon nodded, dumbfounded. He was exhausted. His stomach growled and he realized that he hadn’t eaten in close to twenty-four hours. Woosung grinned a bit at the sound.

“You’re still really sleepy. That’s okay”, Woosung added, still stroking Hajoon’s hair, “yesterday really took you out, hm? We wanted to go out and get something to eat, maybe even go up to Namsam Tower. If you’re not up to that, we can stay in too.”

What was he supposed to say? He was hungry but going through half the city and being forced to watch the trio interact sounded terrible. Forcing them to stay in was also not an option – it seemed like they really wanted to have fun together with their plans (their plans he wasn’t asked his opinion about). Maybe he could convince them to go without him.

And it creeps on me like a sunrise

And it swallows me into black skies

“Hyung, I think I’m getting a migraine”, Hajoon whispered, “I’ll stay here but you can go out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well. That was all a bit too much information for you just now, baby? Hyung is sorry. How about we all stay in and we go out on a different day?”, the leader suggested, sounding worried.

But he got up and left. Hajoon wasn’t sure if he was happy about it or not. Then the overhead light was turned off and Woosung returned to his bedside with the glow of his phone-screen. Oh. His hyung had just flicked off the light, knowing it would bother Hajoon (if he actually had a migraine).

Hajoon felt overwhelmed. This sweet, kind hyung was not the hard leader from last night. He didn’t understand the two versions of Woosung – the one who would make sure that Hajoon was comfortable and the one who wanted to get rid of him. It didn’t make any sense!

“Better?”, Woosung asked. Hajoon whispered back a small “yes”.

“What do you need? Medication, bucket, icepack?”, the leader continued.

“I … not right now. It’s not bad yet, I just want it to not get worse. Please, I just wanna sleep. You three go out and enjoy.”

“But, baby”, Woosung protested, smoothing the blanket over Hajoon’s shoulder, “we want to go out as a group. We’d miss you. Let us stay here and take care of you today and when you’re better we’ll go.”

We’d miss you. If Hajoon hadn’t felt so miserable and confused he would have laughed. Miss him? Hajoon? On a few hours trip when they actually didn’t want him in the group anymore? The lie was as ridiculous as it was sad.

Take me to the dark

Take me to my sorrows

“I’ll just sleep, hyung”, Hajoon tried to explain, “if you all stay here, you’d have to be quiet. Have you met yourself and Leo? He can’t even be silent in sleep. Go out and enjoy, I would feel really bad for ruining your plans.”

“I… okay”, Woosung gave in. “We’ll put the medication on your bedside table and set down a bucket just in case. Let me set your phone to the lowest light setting, here we go. Promise to call us or the manager if you need help?”

“Yes, hyung”, Hajoon agreed, relieved that Woosung had seen reason. But was it so easy to force the group away? He knew it was hypocritical to think this way after all he wanted them gone: But was it so easy to leave him behind? Apparently so.

Hajoon closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the others getting ready. At one point Jaehyeong came in and put down the medication and a glass of water as promised. A small thud had Hajoon think he probably had placed a bucket on the floor as well. Why did Jaehyeong care so much?

“Feel better, Joon-ah”, Jaehyeong whispered in his soft, comforting voice, despite believing Hajoon was asleep. Hajoon was glad for the darkness that hid his tears.

He didn’t fucking understand.

If they hated him, thought he was a bad drummer and friend … why didn’t they just fucking kick him out? What were they waiting for? Were they scared of the bad publicity? Did they want him to realise himself? But why act so nice to him then?

And the shadows

I’ll face it

Even days later Hajoon didn’t understand. It nearly drove him crazy.

His members were still just as kind and caring towards him, just like always. But he noticed now that the others started doing stuff on their own, leaving Hajoon out. Of course he was still asked to join them for group activities. Hajoon barely felt like he could face them even when at work. At least there he could pretend like they wanted or at least needed him. But spending time together in private? That sounded like a terrible idea. He didn’t know why they were asking him when they clearly couldn’t care less about him.

It was nearly a week after the concert that Hajoon woke up to an empty house after a late afternoon nap that had stretched into the evening. He wasn’t included in their plans anymore.

He didn’t know if he felt better now that they were acting according to what he had heard or if seeing the words in action was worse. They must have agreed that they didn’t need to make an effort to pretend to want him. It hurt. But it was better that way.

Take me from the dark

Take me from my sorrows

Next chapter: Take Me Down

[stringsofstarlight]

11:11🔮🎼🎸🎷

       The music is coming through these here inter webs with some kinda heat inspiring some serious movement. 🔥Kind of hard to write when my body is all dancing both inside and out.😉  

    Okay, so I turned it down to help the concentration factor.   Here’s to getting all this car stuff get aligned today.  Still keeping a light sense of humor about it, especially since my deductible for the deer hit is more than the repairs to the glass.   I really give thanks for my safety during the hit last weekend, so dollars and cents are of little meaning when life is involved.        Working on getting the bandito hybrid to a new owner, there is already someone interested, just need to figure out what I am changing it into.   The trusty steed has treated me kindly, even amidst its recent summer of cray, cray…it has done well.         Oh my darling, the above sentences were to keep the pot from completely boiling over from all the loving vibrations.   Kind of like talking baseball statistics to literally anyone for more than 15 seconds.  Gosh, that means all these stories are kind of this defense mechanism to keep me out of horny jail.   Little did I know it was a strategy to keep up with the puritanical of society.     Well, I am all done with that kind of shenanigans cause your loving eclipses all.   It brings me all right back to the center in the lush, cozy, and sensual place where I feel at home with you.   The ship has dropped anchor upon your lands, I shall not wait for a landing party to greet, yet will move with a steadfastness and vigor to your beauty and light.

I love you always and evermore.💋

Blessings and love to the family.💐🌹

✨🤟🏼💋👑🥰🎼😘💝💫🦋🌎🌿🌈

eternal love,

james. 

[lupinedreaming]

As it is the time of year when I re-enter Beetlejuice mode, I’m kind of looking back and wondering /why/Beetlebabes was (and still is to an extent) such a divisive ship. I understand not liking the underage version; I don’t like it either. I think underage stuff is gross. But most people seem to ship it in scenarios when Lydia is an adult.

Part of my confusion is from encountering similar ships that barely get any backlash? Like, I’ve read aged up Sarah/Jareth fic in the past, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen much backlash against it, and that ship is pretty similar in a lot of ways to Beetlebabes. There are also villain ships here on Tumblr that are waaay darker and problematic, but they’re very popular. I’ve never seen the Hannibal show, but Hann/igram continues to be wildly popular on this site, and from what I’ve gathered, it’s a pretty damn f’d up ship.

But yeah! Idk what sets people off so hard with even adult, consensual Beetlebabes stuff. There have been times when I’m browsing the general Beetlejuice tag, and I’ll see people talking about how much they hate the ship and people who like it even enough I haven’t seen /any/ content for the ship in the main tag. If you’re encountering it in the wild on Tumblr, it’s pretty easy to filter the tag and block people. It’s also easy to filter that tag on AO3.

But people act like they’re being forced to view it at gunpoint or something or like glimpsing art of the ship will make then go mad with the knowledge like a Lovecraft protagonist lmao. I think people should be able to talk about why they don’t like a ship or why they find it problematic, but with this one, some people seemingly want to push anyone out of the fandom that ships it. To paraphrase the MST3K mantra, “It’s just a (ship); (you) should really just relax.”

[lupinedreaming]

I know this is the website where more cutesy, dog-like portrayals of werewolves are popular, but I’m here to tell you it’s okay if those interpretations don’t really appeal to you.

Personally, I much prefer a) angsty werewolves who struggle with controlling their wolf sides and b) werewolves who can control their wolf sides but still have something sexy and wild about them.

Don’t get me wrong, dog-like werewolves can be cute sometimes, but that’s not the type I’m mainly into, and I find it annoying sometimes to keep seeing posts insisting dog-like interpretations of werewolves are the best and that any other portrayal is dumb and boring

[lupinedreaming]

The 1989 version of Phantom of the Opera is interesting because it’s like, who is this for? Because it’s an ‘80s slasher horror version of POTO starring Robert Englund. The audience who likes all those things is small, so who is this for?

Me. It’s for me. I love all three of those things

[lupinedreaming]

So, I work in the media. I see local conservative sentiment against libraries because of my job, as well as the conservative support for book bans.

I totally understand discomfort with certain topics in fandom and fic, but if you start sounding like these conservative talking points I see local to me, then you might want to examine why your arguments are so similar to pro-censorship conservatives.

I don’t mean to sound condescending by saying this, because I’ve personally had to do this in the past few years too. I realized that on a few points I was kinda repeating purity culture re: fiction that my former religion taught me, and I re-evaluated my opinions and changed my mind. I then got passionate about anti-censorship in fandom when the conservative book bans really started popping up in the U.S.

If you find yourself parroting conservative talking points about fiction, I really do think it’s important to examine why you’re doing that