#gahhh this post is messy

[tuxalfredo]

🌎📓

~ Eddsworld Deathnote au ~ (character roles introduction post)

To start off, I haven't drawn the characters in Light and Misas roles, but I will spill who the characters are. Larry and Bing are the roles of Light and Misa, but they are VERY different from Light and Misa.

To give a brief rundown, Bing finds the Deathnote first, but he's dumb as rocks, and so Larry is the smarter one who takes the lead and is chill with Bing just taking the credit lmao. Bing has the Shini Eyes in this au, and is more Misas role, but it's complicated. I blend a lot of roles into one, this AU isn't one of those copy+paste AUs with copy+paste personalities and exact storylines over different characters.

ALSO Kira in this AU isn't called "Kira", they're called "Zanta"

This was at first a joke, but then it stuck cus yes. I have no explanation it's just perfect and comedic.

^Shinigami!Tom^

Tom plays Ryuks role in the story, basically (and also has some of Rems roles in this AU rewrite). Tom has more of an obsession with fruit in general, unlike Ryuk, being only obsessed with apples. Tom likes pineapples and apples most :3

Ryuk is honestly the only correct role for Tom to ever be in in any DN au, it is goddamn perfect, in general if he is not a Shinigami in any other DN au u are just blatantly wrong✌️🧍‍♂️*griddys away to next character*

^L!Tord (aka "T" or "Toad")^

Ofc, Tord is Ls role in this AU. A lot of aspects of Ls character is changed to fit Tord, but nevertheless, they are still honestly very alike. Like Toad eats a lot of bacon and meats in general rather than sweets like how L does, but Toad has replacement for why L does this cus the explanation is to "store energy" since L barely sleeps. Toad just chugs energy drinks 24/7 and also barely has a sleep schedule. There's other quirks, but that's an example 👍

To bring attention to the sock notes, there's also no "foot scene" in this AU LMAO

What??! You want me to draw Tord fondling Larry's feet??? You want to IMAGINE that?? *insert Kurtis Conner clip* UR FUCKIN NASTYYYY🫵🫵🫵

^Near!Edd (aka "E" or "Eel")^

Edd is Nears role in this AU. Near is an insanely perfect role for Edd, they are honestly SO alike (MANGA Near specifically. In this AU most of the lore is based off the MANGA btw). I imagine Eel to be sassier than Near, more smug and outward about his pride when he backs Zanta into a corner.

I love Eel he is so 💚💚💚💚💚*ueueue* I love drawing him

^Mello!Eduardo (aka "e" or "Emu")^

Eduardo is Mellos role in the AU. Eduardo is so insanely perfect as Mellos role brooo also Near and Mellos dynamic is LITERALLY Edd and Eduardo shjsjdj. Lil quirk change, Emu eats dark chocolate and not milk chocolate like Mello. Just smthn I changed a tad bit cus Eduardo likes diet cola (that sounds kinda like an insult it's not lmao I personally prefer dark over milk chocolate- diet cola nasty tho I AM insulting that💥💥/lh /j)

These pieces of him are rlly lazy and noticeably unfinished, ik, making this mans refs were the literal reason I've taken so long to post this, I've given up. I WILL make finished art of him in the future tho ofc.

That's all for the introduction post, but I defs have more characters and other info to introduce!! So stay tuned for more if u care about any of this :)

[aroanthy]

the symbolism of revolutionary girl utena is key to understanding what it’s even trying to say narratively and thematically. if you remove the symbolism, if you remove the ways in which the narrative obfuscates itself and abstracts what it’s saying, then what it is saying changes dramatically. if rgu was like ‘yeah lol and did you guys know that incest is bad’ or ‘maybe gay people are good’ or ‘hey did you know that csa victims are Real and Alive and Have Interiority’— like those are all paraphrases of things that it says, but the way that it chooses to say them is so powerful and conveys so much nuance and complexity that those simplistic statements don’t. it provides an incredibly meaningful commentary on the way that systemic violence and abuse are covered up, codified, made part of our culture that supposedly resents those things. it’s examination of incest, the incest taboo and how that impacts incest victims— it’s all so incredibly considered and layered because the show chooses to convey what it’s saying through symbolism, through its metatheatrical framing, through allegory. it retains the reality of these issues; it shows them to us only when we’ve already bought into the system’s lies to make a point about how that operates, how that works to make us all complicit in that violence. nanami. nanami.

dont even get me started on how the movie uses its symbolism to demonstrate how the abuse anthy and touga experienced is simultaneously built into the world and culture they exist in, and always obfuscated and abstracted for the sake of their abusers (also specifically the way that it engenders shame and prevents people from seeking help. rgu is so damn good at understanding how and why people don’t ‘do what they should’ in abusive situations: the systems in place don’t fucking work bc they are an extension of the system built upon that abuse). anthy is the model in all the paintings, the symbol of so many undesirable things, the canvas on which they are painted. her likeness is used as an approximation for all of these awful things, many of which are a part of her in a way, but such that her interiority, her feelings, are never regarded, never seen, never understood. she’s the model. akio is never explicitly named as her painter.

[thebooktopus]

Ollie, I thought for approximately two seconds about what to do for your banner and then was like, duh, Ollie needs a gorgeous man's arse. done.

anywayyssssss, @fuckboyregulus does the lord's work on tumblr, bringing us beautiful fics and dicks on the reg. oh, and reg...ulus. brings us lots and lots of regulus and I LOVE him for it. excuse me i think my brain has died.

ollie's universes and exploration of marauders era characters are so exciting and fun. he was my gateway to a lot of jegulus content and i feel like i'll follow him anywhere if it provides the expansive level of content and creativity that he has so far. ollie also mods the hp discord drabble games server, a wretched hive of scum and villainy (sorry i don't know why I'm like this) that hosts writing games designed to push writers out of their comfort zone.

random superlatives and recs:

THE vampire/vampire hunter!Barty/James of your dreams: I'll Bet These Memories Follow You Around // E // 9K // Barty Crouch Jr./ James Potter // this fic was everything. super hot and tender at the same time. just one of many super immersive AUs ft characters you didn't expect to fall in love with.

WIP that I've seriously considered breaking my rules on WIPs to read: it doesn't change a thing // E // WIP // Wolfstar/Jegulus // marauders. longfic. and we're promised. a. happy. ending. gahhh brain why can't you just read a WIP for once?!

wholesome, messy, realistic love and family: unexpected visitors // E // 9K // Jegulus // Ollie's fics are so real. life in them isn't always bright and shiny, but I think it's that fact that makes me love them more - makes them feel so accessible and causes me to fall so deeply for the characters and their stories.

absolutely gorgeous fic that I cried over in a moment of weakness: Is It Really You? // M // 1717 // Jegulus // explores sacrificing your own happiness to protect those you love and baby Harry with this line: “Daddy, it’s Papa.”

incoherent keyboard smashing: Staying Quiet // E // 444 // Jegulus // :whistles:

ollie, i hope this brings a smile to your face and i hope you're having a great day. 💚

for more info on mutuals march and/or to figure out why the hell I just wrote an ode to you, check out this post.

[danganronpalimits]

chapter 1/part 3|not so hopeful beginnings

“GAHHH!!I-I KNEW THEY WERE AIMING FOR THE SURVIVORS!!”screams Kazuichi,as soon as he sees Akane’s corpse,also returning into a crying mess again.Kaede didn’t respond like last time,just staring blankly at the body.it hasn’t even been a full day yet…yet there was already a body discovery.she thought that no one would be stupid enough to actually try and kill someone…but the body in front of her clearly proved her wrong

“ah,Kazuichi!where in the name of hell were-“

The duo turned around,to see Gundham approaching them,as well as him also seeing Akane’s body.at that,he took a step back,clearly shocked by all this

“wh-what?!no…what kind of imbecile would actually do it?!”

DING DING DING

“ahem.weell~…we’ve had one already!in case you all forgot what this meant…a body has been discovered!! After you do your investigation,please head to the trial room for you-know-what!!oh,also…once you all are in the trial room,I’ll hafta introduce you all to someone.anyways,happy investigating!!”

BEEP

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A few minutes after the BDA,all the remaining students had found the closet,where Akane was.whilst Gundham tried to calm an over-panicking Kazuichi down from outside the closet, with some unwanted help from Kokichi,the others began their investigation

“from the looks here,it seems like Akane was stabbed in the throat then the chest.” Says Celestia,as she pointed to one of Akane’s impalements “because the blood here does appear to be wetter than the blood around her neck”

“so…the culprit stabbed her in the neck first,than the chest….oh!maybe they stabbed her in the throat first as a strategy to make sure she didn’t call for help” comments Kaede,as she stood next to Celestia and the body

“but…knowing Akane,she would’ve fought back in some sort of way…but then that would explain the presence of inside here” says Peko,as she looked around the messy closet.boxes and some other items were scattered along the floor,clearly proving her point

“do we really have to do this?it was clearly that degenerate male who was crying in here that killed Akane!!”

“C-CAN YOU NOT PICK ON ME FOR 5 MINUTES?!”

“sorry Tenko...but i’ve would’ve known if Kazuichi killed her or not...”replies Kaede,causing her friend to give a small pout

“and besides...his a bit too unstable to kill anyone,you know.”

“NOT HELPING!!”

“jeez,quit bullying Big Bro Kazuichi already!oh,hey guys!i found something!” squeals Hiyoko,as she kneeled down on the ground close to Akane. 

“huh? What’s a vent doing in a closet?” asks Kaito,as he looks over Hiyoko to get a closer look

“maybe it could’ve been the culprit escape routine? But it’s pretty small…and I don’t think that many of us could actually fit in there…” says Kaede,as she and a few other students turned their heads a certain way

“wow.that’s just mean,you know” mutters Ryoma,pulling his beanie over his head.

“Hiyoko,how about you try and get inside?”

“as if!something probably died in there!!”

at that point,Kokichi had entered the closet,with a satisfied look on his face

“well,edgelord guy and I tried to calm down sharkboy but…how do I say this nicely…his still being a crybaby”

“KOKICHI!!”yelled Kazuichi and Gundham from outside,clearly annoyed

“oi,Kokichi!why don’t you go into the vent?you’ll fit just fine!”

“really,Kaito?why do I have to do it…I mean,Ryoma’s right here!”

“you suck…you know that,Kokichi”

From where a pile of boxes were,Mondo stood there arms crossed with an annoyed look on his face

“can we just shove someone in the damn vent already?! We’re gonna run outta time,dumbasses!!”

“jeeezz…calm down would ya?fine,I’ll go in” smirks Kokichi,as he bends down and begins to climb into the vent. Some of the students had began to gather around the vent,as Mondo left to try and get Kazuichi and Gundham to help with the investigation

“how’s it going in there,Kokichi?”

“ergghh…it’s so cramped…hey!i found something!!”

“what is it?”asks Kaede again,bending down a bit more

“a…chain?i don’t know…lemme get out!” says Kokichi,as he begins to retreat out of the vent.

once Kokichi had finally left the vent,and the boys from outside entering the closet,Asahina had taken the chain from out of his hand,and began to study it

“what’s a chain doing in the vent? I don’t get it…”

“maybe the culprit had used it to strangle Akane? That’s a possibility”

“but then what would merely be the point of the impalements,when the murderer could of just choked the gymnast one to death?”

“G-Gundham’s got a point…it doesn’t make any sense…”stammers Kazuichi,as him and his friend stood close to each other

“well…it has to be from something,right-?”

DING DING DING

“tiimmmeeess up!!now please head down to the class trial room!!”

BEEP

“aww come on!! We barely got anything done at all!!” whines Hiyoko,as the students left the closet and made their way into the elevator that lead them to the trial room.while in the elevator,Kaede stood there absolutely nervous.in her first and only class trial…she was identified as the culprit and executed.and after the events of this one,she’ll get to see how most people react to the first execution that she had missed…

once everyone had entered the room,Monokuma sat up in his throne like chair,behind Kokichi and Asahina’s posts

“now,about that introduction thing…I’ll like to introudutce ya’ll to my despairfully lovely wife,Rokikuma!!”

at that,a blue and black cat looking monobear popped into the middle of the trial room,causing a few students to jump in their spots

“HEY HEY!!finally nice to meet you little fuckers!!”

[jacerys-velaryon]

So about the trailer

Why does this trailer had to be so good *sighs*?!  From the music to the choosen scenes over the cutting... Gahhh. It’s currently impossible for me to get the trailer song out of my head and with that some of the most haunting scenes. Not just how Polo falls and is lying there on the flor and then Guzman is trying to help him, also Ander crying and how they all are sitting next to each other at the end of the trailer, except Ander 🙁.

But let’s start at the begining.

While I was hoping some of the teaser trailer scenes, from the day before, which basically wasn’t a teaser only some pics put together, would be part of the trailer and explained, well sort of cause they never explain anything they make us even more crazy with new information, fooling us the most of the time with how they cut the trailer together, happened here again.

The only thing I’m sure of is that Polo is really dead and I think I have said this before, as much as I hated him for killing Marina and then covering everything up, putting Ander is the shitty situation of having to choose between his two best friends, by either telling Guzman or not and then maybe loosing him and lying into Guzman’s face a millions of times, I didn’t want him to die. He should have gone to prison, lost all his friends for doing what he did but not dying the way he did.

But the rest. It’s interesting how they choose to use mostly scenes of their graduation party at their club before and after Polo dies.

The first few seconds are just wow, how they all are standing close together when Polo arrieves and how they can’t believe that he came to celebrate with them. My most favorite part is how Nadia is standing with Guzman and Rebe and how when Polo arrives Guzman and Nadia are continuning staying together and Guzman positions himself infront of Nadia as trying to protect her instinticvly.

I would also like to point out, that Carla is next to Samuel, Caye to Valerio, Ander next to Omar, who as it looks like is still working at the club, while Lu seems to be alone as Rebe was until she placed herself next to Nadia and Guzman.

While we can’t be sure when Polo talks to Guzman and what he probbaly has told him, I totally understand Guzman that whatever Polo said, he can’t and won’t forgive him for murdering Marina and everything else he did afterwards.

What I would like to know is. How much time has passe by after Polo arrived until everything went downhill and ended up in that mess that makes all of them a suspects in a murder again?

The scene between Nadia and Guzman definalty takes place in the club and my guess is before Polo arrieves. Speacking of Guznadia, I hate that it looks like Malick is proposing to Nadia cause it’s sadly his hand cause we can see a bit of his shirt and jacket in that sequence.

Nevertheless it doens’t have to mean that he is proposing. Maybe only showing her the ring?

Or if he does I’m sure she says no cause she loves Guzman and because when being in the club, Nadia wouldn’t talk to him the way she does, no she wouldnt’t even be there with her hair open and dressed like this if angaged to someone else.

But the rest is all about what happened before during the second half of the school year.

Lu and Valerio kicked out of their home and Valerio because being short on money using Rebe’s conections to deal with drugs? If he does things will get messy especually because he has no idea how to do that and as addict himself, things will get out of control. Speacking of which, a threesome of Polo, Valerio and Caye? Oh no... so unneeded. I get that Valerio is getting out of control but Caye and Polo and in that one scene it’s definalty Rebe with him in the club. So he is basically having something with almost everybody exepct Nadia and Carla.

Or who knows cause Carla seems to start to take drugs herself and God knows what happens when she does.

I also think there is not only the *beach party* but another one, where Lu is waering a tux and taking a pic of someone.

There are a few more things I want to talk about but I’m going to do that in another post cause otherwise this will post will get too long.

It already is 😄

[mystic-messenger-writing]

Hi, I love your posts and I love spending hours reading. I'm sorry for the bad English because it's not my native language. you can do about what it would be like if yoosung, jum, zen and jaehee need to go to seven and while they are waiting they look at the screen of the camera and at that moment the MC comes out of the bathroom with only a towel, how will they react?

Thank you so much for being so kind! I tried to make these longer but hopefully they don’t sound too repetitive. But thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy! ^^

Yoosung

Seven had invited Yoosung over to his home to help him relax and play LOLOL together

With you joining the RFA, Yoosung’s emotions about you and his cousin were becoming confusing and Seven noticed

So when Yoosung came over, Seven greeted him warmly and led him to his main computer room

Just as the two of them were getting set up, one of Seven’s computer’s crashed as he let out a sigh

“Ah this stupid old machine. Wait here for a minute while I find a connector.”

The younger man sat idly while Seven left, glancing around at the monitors until his eyes laid on the one watching you from Rika’s apartment

Yoosung instantly felt his cheeks heat up and his hands clenched into his pants as he saw you walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel

He gulped as he leaned in closer to try and get a better view of you but jumped when he heard clicking, seeing Seven smirking at him

“My my Yoosung, since when did you become such a perv~ Would you rather watch MC than play LOLOL with me?”

Yoosung’s blush never left that day and the teasing from Seven seemed neverendinng

But the whole incident did help Yoosung get a better understanding of his romantic feelings for you so the embarrassment wasn’t too bad

Zen

With his acting career’s success skyrocketing, Zen needed Seven’s assistance to help manage the media

The rising popularity meant rumors and scandals so Zen asked Seven to hack into the sites to get rid of any negative stories

But the help of the Hacker God wasn’t cheap so Zen had to deliver his friend a bag of Honey Buddha Chip and PD Pepper

Seven was busy in the kitchen was Zen came by but told Zen to wait in his main computer room

Zen looked around in aw at all of Seven’s equipment until he noticed the camera watching you

Seeing you stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel made Zen at a lose for words and a newfound tightness in his pants

“Hey I thought we were here to work and not to peep on our precious MC?”

Seven’s voice startled Zen as he quickly tried to compose himself

But Zen’s thoughts kept wondering back to you, he would have to contain the Beast until he got him as he felt himself smile seeing just how cute you were even without clothing on

Jaehee

Going to Seven’s house was always an interesting adventure for Jaehee

With the stress of a new hacker and keeping you safe, Seven had a lot on his plate

So Jumin suggested his assistant go visit him to make sure he was doing okay

Jaehee felt awkward as she sat in Seven’s computer room, watching as h tiredly typed away

“Gahhh I can’t look at this screen for another second! I’m off to get some chips be right back!”

Jaehee sighed as she was left alone as her eyes glanced at his computers

She gasped when she saw footage of you stepping out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on

Adjusting her glasses, Jaehee kept nervously looking at the screen, not wanting to invade on your privacy but she also couldn’t resist seeing you in this state

“Wow, I never would have taken you as someone into voyeurism Jaehee!”

She jumped in her seat as Seven smirked and laughed

And while the entire ordeal was completely embarrassing, Jaehee kept imaging what you would look like without the towel on as she smiled to herself

Jumin

Normally, Jumin would never bother physically going to see Seven for help

But after some convincing from V, he agreed to go in order to get some advice on new security equipment

Jumin couldn’t believe just how disorganized Seven’s home was, telling the young hacker to hire an entire cleaning crew to help him

But Seven only laughed and told Jumin to wait in hisi computer room, the least messy room

While Seven was gathering equipment, Jumin watched the monitors on Seven’s screens

His eyes widened slightly as he saw the camera watching Rika’s apartment showed you stepping out in the hallway in nothing but a towel

Jumin kept a cool, calm composure on the outside but on the inside, his heart felt funny

Not daring to ask Seven what this feeling was, Jumin was content with keeping that little secret to himself as he never spoke of it to anyone

[jinships-ideas]

BTS Run 51 - The Jin Harem

Let’s Boom Boom Pow, Gonna Get Get~

Let’s Get It!

polite hands Jinmin~

Ft. Frog bros + Shiba Bros

Chim tried to low-key reach for Jin’s arms as he complained about having to be on the Pirate ship alone

(he puts his hand down though)

JK: I now have 2 pairs of eyes but I shall choose to remain blind to this bullshit Tae: Really? In front of my salad?

Once upon a time, in the land of Bangtan Forest,

Shiba!Joon attempts to get the attention of Bunny!Jin

Shiba!Joon is backed up by his fellow Shiba Bros (wingman)

Meanwhile, Bunny!Jin, a beloved entity of the forest is protected by his animal friends, Bunny!Chim and Froggy!Tae and Froggy!Jk

Tae: You dare thread on our land and ask for the hand of our hyung? Bark on bitch. JK: This isn’t our land but yea. Bark on insolent bitch Chim: PFFT HE THINKS HE IS WORTHY?! WHAT A JOKE Yoongs: Man you guys are so mean. Why can’t we just be friends? Hobi: I think it’s cos our bro wants to bone their bro... so yea...

Of course, Jin HAD TO pat JK on the shoulder after winning

JK: You won and all you give me is a pat? AT LEAST GROPE ME OR SMTH FFS Tae: Froggy me just wants to enjoy my salad in peace... Why do I have to suffer?

Bunny!Jinmin holding hands at their victory~

Ft. Shiba!Joon’s head

HAHHAHAHA

Bunny!Jin coming on TOO STRONGLY for Chim

He fcking wanted to do a special handshake (that involves bodily contact/headbutting) with Chim but got rejected

Tae: *regretting everything he has done to have to endure this flirtation shit happening around him* JK:  내가 웃는게 웃는게 아니야 (I’m not really laughing)

The uncanny love between a frog(who looks suspiciously like a bunny) and a bunny

JK: Hi, we just met but I know what we are going to name our 3rd pet

Touchy Jin strikes again!

This time’s target: Tae!

Jin: You know... I can touch more than just your eyes... I can do so much...more Tae: ...WHY TF DID I FIND THAT HOT DESPITE HOW CREEPY IT WAS?!!

Bangtan Forest’s animals all love their personal space

EXCEPT for JINKOOK

Surprised? NOT REALLY

Gotta get get Boom Boom Pow?

MORE LIKE GOTTA GET GET CLOSE TO JIN

IDEK wtf they were doing

I’ll just assume its a mating dance Froggies in Bangtan!Forest do to attract a mate

JK’s hand lightly bumps into Jin who was walking away from his mating ritual

HAPPY BUBS 2SEOK 

THEIR SQUISHY CHEEKS

*INCOHERENT SCREAMS*

Mirrors Yoonjin~

ISTG they are too fcking adorable it’s illegal

SHIBA!JOON MAKES A MOVE!!!

HE GOES FOR THE WORLDWIDE BUNNY!JIN’s SHOULDER!

AND JINNIE LIKED IT

HE LIKED IT A LOT

Namjin being physically close is a mood

Jin DESERVED that skinship for his BRILLIANT LION KING GAG

SUPER TINY

BUT Tae went for a chill high-5 with Jinnie~

But of course, our eagle eyes SEE EVERYTHING

Jinnie patting Tae’s arm to praise him for the good job he did at the game~

(IF ONLY WE HAD A FOCUSED SHOT OF TAEJIN)

(BTS+ DON’T DISAPPOINT US PLEASE)

Their matching expressions

WHy does it look like they were both deeply traumatized by the sight before them?

(It was only Tae, Jk, Yoongs and Hobi on the opposite side...)

Probably in shock from the overwhelmingly cute visual before them

Ft. Jinnie cheering Hobi on despite being on opposing team~

WE LOVE A FAMILY

THE DIFFERENCE IN THEIR EXPRESSIONS

Frogs: *ENJOYING LIFE, ENJOYING SHIBAs’ SUFFERING* Shibas: *SUFFERING*

Joon: *FRUSTRATED AF* Jin: *HAPPY AF*

THE FCKING CONTRAST XD

SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE THEM

Jinnie patting Hobi on the back after Hobi’s spirit flew away and his mind shut down

(THE SHUTTING DOWN SOUND EFFECT WAS PERFECT)

Why did I get some Romeo and Juliet vibe from this angle and shot?

Except it's between 2 Bunnies and their fates cross due to a pirate ship that threatens their life

Joonie laughing at Jin’s mistake

Despite the height they are at, they will still be the goofs that tease each other 

This just makes me think of Namjin going on a date in LotteWorld

T^T I WANT MORE SHOTS LIKE THIS WHERE JIN IS JUST WALKING AROUND THE AMUSEMENT PARK WITH HIS MEMBERS IN THE BTS+ 

Jinkook + Namjin mirrors~

Joonie and Hobi paying attention to Jinnie~

FT. Flower pose Yoongs looking adorable AF

Shiba Bros being mesmerised by Bunny!Jin and his gum

Jin is a gummy bunny

WHY ARE THEY SO ADORABLE?!!

HOW DARE THEY

Let’s just pretend Jinmin are on a date

Ft. Shiba!Joon

Let’s ALSO pretend Jinnie wrapped his arms around Chim during the ride

BackHug Jinmin is A++

Jinmin High-5 at their success~

Jin didn’t even look XD

Ft. Yoongs leaning his Shiba self close to Jin and Jinleaning towards Yoongs to let him see better

ALSO ft. Jealousy, thy name is JK

Chim and Joonie’s hand...

I wonder what childish thing Jinkook did that got edited out was...

Jin DEF did smth and JK saw and pointed it out

Let’s hope BTS+ comes through

Awww soft Jinkook with Jin leaning into JK

Jk looks so much taller than Jin here 

:’)))

Namjin eye contact~

Jinnie’s habit of reaching out for someone to hold when in shock~

The cam zoomed so that Namjin was out of frame after this but I’m 70% sure Joonie had a skinship moment with Jin after this shot...

:<

We are banking on BTS+ so much this post...

GAHHH The way they look at each other right before the ride

I AM SOFT FOR THIS SOFT PAIR OF BUBS

The way Chim tells Jin he was very afraid and Jin just telling him to focus on memorising so that he would feel less scared

:’))

The way they light up at hearing Jin’s screams XD 

Tae: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GUYS ARE ENJOYING JIN HYUNG’S SUFFERING. PIECES OF SHIT.

Jinmin: *shouting loud AF*

JK: *Imitates Jin’s scream* Hobi: *Enjoying the imitation* Joon: I’m stuck with children (*literally wearing a fcking Shiba headpiece*) Yoongs: How tf will I survive this? Tae: I wonder if Hyung is ok... I should have been there beside him...

Jinnie cooly apologises for messing up and pats Chim’s back and leaves just like that

XD 

THIS MAN IS UNREAL

Jin: Imma just leave...Bye. Chim: WTF just happened? Joonie: PICK ME PLEASE HYUNG! Hobi: HE LEFT YOU HOE! JK: Good choice! Tae: I PROUD OF YOU MANN Yoongs: That’s right that’s right.

AWW Chim patting and stroking Jin’s back consoling him despite them failing the game

:’)))

Soft Jinmin is KILLING us

This text wasn’t subbed for some reason But I’ll translate it for y’all~

Text: The oldest hyung who is riding with a scared Hobi

Jinnie rode it again for the sake of accompanying a scared Hobi

T^T

2Seok is pure 

*Ugly sobbing*

Jinnie enjoys while Hobi screams in fear

Jin was also nice enough to give warnings to Hobi for scary parts so he can prepare himself 

Hobi: I feel like I just got punched Jin: ...Sorry...I punched you... WITH LOVE~

I just have to point out how Tae was rapping Cypher pt.4 (Yoongi’s part I believe) just to distract them 

JK speed talked REAL fast too BUT I HAVE 0 CLUE WHAT HE SAID COS IT WAS WAY TOO FAST

Chim putting his hand around those Worldwide Shoulders in the background~

A different angle of the Jinmin moment~

The Bunnies are trying to claim the cake for themselves!

Chim using Jinnie’s headband to mark their property XD

SUCH CHILDREN

They can literally afford any technology out there but they are being fcking amazed by a ramen cooker...

XD I can’t with these easily-amused and awed fools

Ft. Jin leaning his whole body on Chim

Tae leaning against Jinnie and using the chance to wrap his arm around Jin 

Ft. Chim being CRUSHED

XD

Tae+Jin+Hobi/JK(?) using the Ramen Cooker 

Of course they would want to use it and try it out

These are children we are talking about

XD 

Also, I’ve tried using this once when I was in Korea near the Han River, It’s really cool that they have a fcking machine that cooks packet ramen when you don’t have a stove! But the place where all the machines are (at Han River) is messy and dirty af cos of all the seasoning and litter that people leave around...

Still, a very cool experience that I recommend people who go to Korea try!

That’s all for this week’s post!

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

[rowindz]

happy 10th anniversary to the soul eater anime!!

alright so im hopping aboard the se anniversary hype train with the story of how i got into soul eater and its effects on the past few years of my life!! (this post is me gushing all of my pent up love for soul eater over the past 3ish years, get ready for some mushy and some personal stuff oof)

tldr: soul eater means the world to me, and has had a pretty big impact on my life

AGAIN THIS IS ME JUST RAMBLING AND NOT PROPERLY EXPLAINING THINGS BECAUSE WORDS ARE HARD,,,,, IM SORRYNKUHULIWEF

so to start off, i watched soul eater back in fifth grade, and though i don’t remember when i started watching it, i do remember that i finished it on february 28 (or something about that date and soul eater click in my mind) i instantly fell in love. everything from the characters, the music, and so much more. (ill talk about this in another post, if i were to go into that now, i’d be writing a harry potter book)

soul eater was my introduction into fandom (and being a weeb in general), and i jumped head first into it. the only thing i would read for about 5 months was soul eater fanfiction (i did this in class too) i remember having a reading log i had to keep for my ela class and most of the boxes filled in had soul eater in them, as i would spend my afternoons after school reading and writing fanfics. also can i gush about how much i love the soul eater fandom??? all of the people in it are so talented and dedicated, the show is 10 yEARS OLD  and we’re still going strong and not dead which?? makes me so happy (i think part of why soul eater is so great is because of the fans, y’all are so awesome!!!)

soma week 2k16 was a big deal for me, and i remember that week being total chaos and i feel bad for my friends having to put up w me during lunch. i memorized all the prompts for the event and i believe i drew art for some of the prompts???,, but i have to find them lol

the wall above my bed is full of drawings from fifth grade of soul eater characters. at my school, our other kids are allowed to decorate each others lockers in celebration of a birthday, and the one i was made that year had “#soulxmaka” almost as big as my name (mini me was very excited about this)

boof this next bit is a bit messy

soul eater along with love live! helped me through my parents divorce and some other messy life shenanigans. both series kept me positive and gave me the mentality that tomorrow will be better day, which meant and still means so much to me. i also want to talk a bit about maka in this section paragraphy-thingy. i can very much relate to maka and her relationship with her father and mother, as we went through very similar situations. i love spirit so much, and though he really messed up with his marriage, i think he is doing the best he can to be a good father to maka. it’s the same with my dad, and spending time being angry isn’t going to help me. maka and spirit, in a way, still me to forgive, even when it’s not something you want to do, or if something really hurts you deep down. i saw someone describe soul eater as a series about facing your demons, and i don’t think i have ever heard anything more true in my life.

there’s so much more i want to share, bu t i can’t function its 3AM so gahhh i love soul eater and my kids deserve the world and all the love!!!!!

[pandabearlikes]

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Chapter o1. Kim JunMeow

I hate cats.  Cats are atrocious, selfish little monsters who leave your costly business attire looking like you slaughtered a bear and your airways choking of fur balls.  

"What do they even do?  Eat, sleep, poop.  Repeat."

“Luxury life, you jelly?” my cat lover friend, Lila, clicks her pen against my temple and jeers.

“Pftt.  Of their smelly butts?  Why would I be?” I roll my eyes and collected my Chemistry textbooks from the library table.

“You’re just hating.  Cats are the cutest most cuddly creatures in this world,” she exaggerates with clasp hands against her cheeks and eyes that almost bulge out in animated hearts.

I shiver just thinking about all the entrapped saliva nestled in their fur.  My friend scoffs and begins to pack her bags as well.  It is the last semester of college and the last thing I want is to go to class but the last thing I could afford is to not go to class.  

“The world out there is your cat!” the dork leaps onto her feet and exclaims.

I smack my textbook shut in her face and amusingly correct, ��You mean oyster??”  She grimaces from the intrusive breeze and pouts.  “'The world is your oyster’, it means we are all in the position to take opportunities life has to offer.”

The cherubic faced female raises her brow.

“…Because you can’t get the pearl without grinding and prying open the shell.  Some people settle for comfort and pick tiny, easy to open ones and end up with a dull rock.  Others choose to take the road less travelled, pick the biggest oyster, hammer, tear, and groove it until the mollusk reveals the flawlessly shiny one-of-a-kind pearl,” I recite with so much genuine poetic passion that I almost think I’m auditioning for a Shakespearean play.  I’d like to think Shakespeare would be proud of me.  

“No.  I did mean, ‘The world out there is your cat.’  Cats are priceless.  Pearls are not,” Lila counters.

I smack my face with my palm.  “I seriously hate cats,” I grunt under my breath.

“Well, don’t tell me I didn’t tell you, you’re gonna marry a cat one daaaay~” she singsongs.

“No, thank you, you crazy cat lady~” I play along and sing back as I skip my way through the library exit and wave goodbye to my dear friend.  

Books snuggled tightly against my chest, I slug my way to the lab to make up my Chemistry report. I had flunked it twice and it is my last chance if I didn’t want to spend my entire summer back here.

“Meow,” I hear a short purr from the bushes and skid to a stop.  “Meow~” the creature calls out to me.  Only its large circular eyes are visible from behind the shadows.  With a sharp inhale and wide-eyed with realization that said-smelly fur ball monster is right in front of me, I snap my neck to the other side and speed walk away.  

“Meow >:(,” the abandoned cat grunts and scampers back into the alley.  

~

“Ahh, I think I failed again,” I groan and blow concentrated air up at my now messy bangs.  Oh, woe, little miss damsel in distress who can’t seem to get the right amount of sulfite into the beaker or set the thermometer to beep at boiling point.

“What am I going to do with my life?” I dramatize and deflate.  “Should I start bribing the TA?” I mumble under my breath and anxiously bite my nails as I eye myself head to toe at the glass reflection of the campus building.  Hair disheveled and unwashed for three days, dark bags under my eyes, and jeans only God knows how long I haven’t washed for.  Life of a college science student~  What life.  WHAT LIFE?!?!  Even a rich geezer would steer far away, much more the young, handsome, and intelligent TA, Kim Jongdae.  Puffs of happy stars and fluttering butterfly hearts twirl in front of me at the thought of my crush's kitten smile.  

“He likes cats, you know that right?” Lila’s knowing advice replays in my mind and my shoulders slump.  

“No, not even for him, I wouldn’t—“ I start but my voice trails in projection at the sight of the twin glowing eyes reflected on the window.  Slowly, I turn around to come face to face with a white cat.  His luscious fur almost illuminates like holographic magic in the dead of the night.  

“GAHHH!” I shrill and run to hide behind a street lamp post.  

The feline’s marble-like eyes follow me with a striking intensity.  And from the bluish onyx hue, I instantly recognize it to be the same cat from before.  He approaches me, one paw at a time as I cower farther and farther behind my makeshift barricade, that really didn’t protect me much at all.  It’s a good placebo though.

“Wait, placebos are used in the context of medication, you Pabo,” I grumble to myself.  Ah, distress, pure distress of a science major who was too much of a chicken to spend eight years in Med school yet whose brain is wired in a way of a medical dictionary.  Oh woe, me.

“Meow!” the cat’s snappish call wakes me up from my own pessimistic thoughts.  

“Do-don’t get near me!” I order but the cat continues to advance, stopping right in front of me.  His fluffy paw lifts and he places it on the tip of my foot.  I hold my breath and almost lose my breath from anxiety.  Alright, alright.  I admit it, I have Ailurophobia a.k.a the irrational fear of cats.  It’s not that I hate them I just...  

“G-go…” I stutter.  The beautiful feline tilts his head and gazes up at me with a glint in his twinkling eyes.  “D-don’t make me kick you…” I make a false threat and wobble my foot that he had his palm placed on, hoping he would just let go.  

Instead, he places his other paw down too.  “Meow~”

“Stop,” I strictly say.  

“Meow :(“ his purr betrays his hurt.  Innocently, the kitty snuggles his entire body closer and settles down by using both of my feet as his cushion.  He looks up with puppy eyes…only, well…puppy eyes on a cat…yah…you know what I mean…I digress…He looks up with puppy eyes as if waiting for me to reject him but hoping I wouldn’t.

“Stop.  Don’t give me that look,” I frown, “I’m not taking you home.”  

Without letting him reply, I slide my feet backward to freedom.  The cat plops back down onto the concrete floor.  Frowning, I pull the straps of my backpack and start to walk home.  It is already past 11pm, which meant lingering any longer would be dangerous.

I take a step forward.  

“Meow~” the kitty whines, trailing my steps.  He swirls and twirls his way between my two feet and looks up with pure anticipation.  Again, I try to detach myself from this fur ball monster wearing a cute angelic face as a disguise.  He latches on with both paws around my right ankle.  I groan.

“Look kitty…there’s a bunch of cat lovers around here,” I explain with exasperation.  Pointing straight down the street, I persuade, “If you continue down this road and make two lefts and see a peach brick house, stop and meow loudly, a crazy cat lady will take you in.”

“Meow :(“ he grunts and lowers his head.  He licks his front paws and then looks up at me again.  

“Her name is Lila and she’s a little weird but she’s very caring and would adore you…” I elaborate.  “So go on your way…” I shoo and start to walk again.  Again, he follows.  I skid to a stop and try to persuade him again.  This happens for another half an hour before I give up and just head home pretending there isn’t a clingy feline tailing me.  

In front of my house, I try to distract the cat as best as possible so I could unlock the door, slip in, and slam it before he could follow me in but he holds onto my legs and begs in meows.  It is a bit chilly tonight and soft drizzles only showed potential to turn into a heavy rain storm.  Momentary hesitation equals an opportunity for the fluff ball.  He squeezes through the door gap and dashes into my apartment.  Groaning, I toss my head back in resignation.  

“It really isn’t the time for this…” I heave and head in as well.  Too tired from the day of studying and testing and failing and trying to get rid of a cat, I end up just plopping down onto the sofa.  Arms outstretched wide and head thrown back, I think about surrendering and being a cry baby for one day.  You know, the possibility of not graduating in time is quite daunting even if it does sound like #firstworldproblems.  On the other hand, unlike me, this cat curiously wanders around and makes himself at home.  

“Well, I’m tired, Kitty.  I’m calling it a night.  You be good and I’ll drop you off at the animal shelter tomorrow morning, okay?” I bargain.  

Lethargically, I drag myself to my room and toss my dead weight against the bed.  Soft whimpers fleet from my lips.  I snuggle my way into my blanket cocoon.  Flying sheep are seconds from sending me to sweet slumber when I feel a furry paw against my nose.  My eyes shot open.

“No. Stay on floor,” I discipline, lift the bad boy up, and put him onto the ground.  I roll back into my comfy bed…only seconds later, I feel a soft tug against my blanket.  My lips part and I gather up the last of my patience to scold the little monster, when I notice its choppy tugs.  He had grabbed onto the corner of my blanket with his teeth and was slowly pulling it to cover my shoulders.  My expressions soften without my permission.  When he finally deems it a good job tucking me in, the amicable creature leaps back down to the floor and tries to build his own warm bed by curling his tail around his body.  So innocent and vulnerable.  A tinge of guilt penetrates through my heart.  

“You want a blankie?” I question, my voice a little gentler than before.  

The cat surprises me by shaking his head, as if fully comprehending my question.  Chewing on my inner cheek, I spring up, grab a cushion from my chair, and place it on the floor next to him.

“You can use it as a bed.”

Again, he shakes his head.  I frown.

“The floor’s extra cold tonight because of the rain outside…” I observe but the feline tilts his head and doesn’t make the move to accept my offer.

Sighing, I inquire, “You want a towel or a soft t-shirt or a plushie to snuggle with?” I look around my room for some cat-friendly items.  That's when I squint and notice the leather band around his neck.  "Oh, hey…you have a collar.  Are you not a stray?” I kneel down and observe the pendant.  Sadly, the age and rust of the metal tampers much of the information’s legibility.  

Kim Su---

Instead of answering my question, he wraps his paws around my arm, tugs me closer, and tries to nestle on my lap.  I toss my head back and groan at this troublesome cat.  “I should just toss you out,” I grumble under my breath.

As if understanding my words, the cat instantly lets go of my arm.  His eyes glosses over and he melts against the floor as if sulking.  

“I was only joking!” I quickly back track.  "It is pouring cats and dogs outside, I’m not that heartless…” I reassure and somehow instinctively outstretch my palm to pet him on the head.  He likes it very much, much more than I had imagined.  With a long sigh, I scan my bed.  “You want to climb on the bed?”

The corners of his lips curl up and he jumps up and down with joy.  Chuckling, I surrender and hop onto the bed.  He follows suit.

“Stay at the foot of the bed,” I half-heartedly instruct with a yawn.  The white fluff obediently stays at the spot for about two minutes, before he sneaks his way toward my shoulder.  “I said, ‘Foot…of…the…bed…’” my voice slurs due to my sleepiness.  Dozing in and out, I recall him nestling comfortably at the croak of my neck.  Automatically, my body cuddles around the warm guest, who lays the final magical touch to my sweet dreams.

~

My tongue smacks against the top of my mouth palate as I half-consciously try to moistens the dryness.  Whimpering, I roll around in my sheets, hoping to stretch out my sore muscles before the alarm clock shrills anxiety back into my life.  One more satisfying stretch and I open my eyes to a good morning—

“AHHH!” I shriek at the sight of a stranger sleeping beside me.  Automatically, my body chooses flight over fight; I back away so hastily, my body crashes from the bed onto the floor.  The chaotic noise awakens the man.  

Long lashes flutter open.  His movements are fluid and graceful as he rolls out his shoulders and sits himself upright on my bed.  He stares at my astonished state with the tilt of his head and several innocent blinks.  Heaving air back into my frightened lungs, I reflexively lift the blanket from my body and look down.  Just a thin cami and PJ pants, not naked.  Not naked.  Whew.

“So nothing happe—“

The young man stands up, letting his blanket fall fluidly down his broad chest, chiseled abs, and…

My eyes widen and lips drop agape.  Heart pound against my chest.  Front row seats to Magic Mike would be an understatement.  The foreign male stands there, completely oblivious to my bewilderment.  He starts to advance toward me, inch by inch.  I almost choke myself to death by swallowing the lump in my throat.  

“Wh-wuh…who…who are you?!” I panic, scoot myself backward, and recoil against the wall.  He stops a foot from me with his exposed manly goods literally, right in front of my face.  My eyes bulge.  I swallow again, my head starts to spin.  Mouth opens wide - out of shock, I SWEAR out of shock, you dirty minded readers.    

Just then, I hear keys jiggle outside from the front door.  My name rings from the familiar voice of my mother.  Gasping, I turn to the man, who turns back to me with a blank stare.  Maniac panic ensues.  Footsteps click against my wooden living room floor.  Jerking up to my feet, I grab onto the man’s wrist, yank him, and throw him on the bed.  The sheets are tossed on top of him.

“Hey, Sweetie—“ my mother pushes open the door of my room and greets but immediately could smell the fishie fishiness.  

Nervously, I try to cover up my scandalous act and the very visible random lump on my mattress by literally sitting on top of it and pretending it’s all cushion.  Immediately, I regret such decision as I had so coincidentally place my bum right on his manhood.  It throbs through the sheets against my left back thigh and I have to bite my lower lip to keep calm.  

“Hi, Mum…heh…” I nervously ruffle my hair.

“Why do you look so guilty?” she narrows her eyes.  

“Oh-oh…N-no..not at all.”  Needless to say, I fail at my pursuit of a Degree in Deception.  My hiccup attack, thereafter, doesn’t help much either.  “Ju-just…hic-  Just sur hic- prised you came to vi hic- sit without notice…heh…”  No slick, what so ever.  

Nothing I do passes my mother’s eyes.  The sharp and observant female charges into the room, shoves me aside, and throws the cover away.  I shriek; my arms outstretch out of reflex.  Thankfully, the handsome sexy…no��focus…man gripped onto the covers before she exposed his lower region.

My full name bellows from my mother’s lips and I’m clawing my hair coming up with an excuse to cover up my possible one-night stand and not get ass-whipped by the conservative Catholic woman.  Growing up, I was taught that sex before marriage was not allowed.  

“Who is he?!” the furious woman interrogates as she takes note of how scantily clad I am too.  She sniffs the room as if trying to gather evidence of the shameful act.  Automatically, my hands lift up in a pose of surrender, though I had no intention to actually admit to her suspicions.  The gorgeous man across from me gazes in my direction with an innocent stare and a sweet, honeyed smile that contradicts his sexy Devil’s bodayyy.  I spend a moment too long ogling over his features that my mother snaps at me again.    

“I-uh…I…” Beads of tears start to coat my lashes.  

“You have some explaining to do, Young Lady.  I’m calling your father!” the middle-aged woman warns and starts punching numbers on her phone.

“No-no…MUM…” I choke.  Squeezing my eyes shut, my lips automatically move on their free will, “He’s my husband!”  

The phone drops from my mother’s hand.  Internationally, I face palm.  Really?!  That was the worse possible damage control ever.  The attractive man blinks.  He gifts me another sweet smile when he catches my gaze.  Immediately, I look away because I tell myself I can’t be entranced or horny right now with my outraged tiger mom in front of me.    

With the twitch of her brows, the older female laces my name with full warning and seethes through her teeth, “We need to talk.”  I swear my butt crack began to perspire.  

Gulping hard with panic, I glance at the mysterious man as if begging for help, only not really expecting it.  You know, like, what could he really do?  I didn’t even know where he came from for God’s sake.  Was I drunk?  Is this a dream?  I didn’t like the latter thought because I’ve been so dry and thirsty that the wetness of my panties causes ecstasy in my boring life and the thought that I had to possible wake up from it is quite unfortunate.  Priorities, much?  It’s only worth it if I don’t first get strangled by my own mother.  At my stagnancy, the older woman scans my pretend husband and scoffs at the black collar-like choker around his neck.  

I squint.  Wait…I’ve seen that…somewhere—

It’s the third time my full name rips from her throat and I know I’m in the deepest trouble I’ll ever be in.  Wiping my clammy hands against my pants, I turn to my mother and begin to push her out the door.  Blundering words escape my lips, “I’m sorry mom, I’ll explain.  I’ll call you later!  I swear!”  

“You got married?!” she shrills in disbelief.  

“Yes.  I mean No.  I mean…Yes…”  What has gotten into me?  I must be out of my damn mind or otherwise possessed.  Closing my eyes shut, I continue to direct her toward the door.

“You got married and did not tell your father or me?!” the woman scolds and then heaves, “How long have you even known that man?!  Do you know his character?!  What if he’s a stripper?  What is his name?!  I’m going to have your father investigate him!”

“Uh-I…I’ll tell you later.  Mum, can you leave first?” I nervously plea.

“Give me a name or I’m not leaving!” the female adamantly states.

Ah, stress.  STRESS.  Just as I am brainstorming a list of fake names to use, the strange male walks out with a blanket tied around his hip, and answers, “My name is Kim JunMeow.”  

A/N: Yo! I’m back (≚ᄌ≚) Did you guys miss me?  Did you enjoy the first chapter of the new series?  This is probably the only “slower” paced chapter because I had to introduce the situation but chapters here on after are fast-paced and eventful ;);) Also, do you guys like my sassy tone more or my more artistic/poetic writing?  Do share your opinions!

P.S. For the record, cats are my favorite animals in this entire world, surpassing even pandas + bunnies, and you guys know I love the latter two.  

Follow, like, comment, spam my inbox to motivate me.  Daily updates; see you tmr.

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Warmth||||||||||||||||||||||||||||82% Intellect|||||||||||||||50% Emotional Stability||||||||||||||||||||||||||||90% Aggressiveness|||||||||||||||42% Liveliness||||||||||||||||||||||||||||90% Dutifulness||||||||||||||||||58% Social Assertiveness||||||||||||||||||||||||||||90% Sensitivity||||||18% Paranoia||||||||||||34% Abstractness||||||||||||||||||||||||||||86% Introversion||||||||||||38% Anxiety|||||||||||||||42% Openmindedness||||||||||||||||||||||||||||86% Independence|||||||||22% Perfectionism|||||||||22% Tension|||||||||||||||46% (Put the factor chart under read more in case anyone wants to see it.) 

//Patty is complicated because her personality is split between Aifread and Patty and gahhh.

Factor low score high score Warmth cold, selfish supportive, comforting Intellect instinctive, unstable cerebral, analytical Emotional Stability irritable, moody level headed, calm Aggressiveness modest, docile controlling, tough Liveliness somber, restrained wild, fun loving Dutifulness untraditional, rebellious conforming, traditional Social Assertiveness shy, withdrawn uninhibited, bold Sensitivity coarse, tough touchy, soft Paranoia trusting, easy going wary, suspicious Abstractness practical, regular strange, imaginative Introversion open, friendly private, quiet Anxiety confident, self assured fearful, self-doubting Openmindedness closeminded, set-in-ways curious, exploratory Independence outgoing, social loner, craves solitude Perfectionism disorganized, messy orderly, thorough Tension relaxed, cool stressed, unsatisfied

[onceuponaphan-lockedtardis]

For the unusual asks post: 2,3,4,6,7,11,12,13,17,18,19,20,21,25,26,30,31,32,41,49,57,60,67,70,71,82,86,87,88,89,93,95,96,99

Ahh thank you! (I didn’t really reblog them for me, I’m collecting good get to know you questions but I’m glad you asked anyways!)

2: Is your room messy or clean? Usually it’s pretty clean, it depends on how much homework I have lol

3: What color are your eyes? Who knows haha, they’re greenish, but also just hazel and wierd, idk man

4: Do you like your name? I do, it’s an alright name I think :D

6: Describe your personality in 3 words or less: Grating, self-depricating, confusing

7: What color hair do you have: Brown

11: Favorite social media account: Snapchat, but I have a good Vesperteen account on tumblr @vesperteen-snapchats you should follow it and listen to their music ayyyeee shameless promo there

12: What size bed do you have? it’s a twin, but longer than a twin I think?

13: Any siblings? Yes! I have 4 and I love them all a lot :D

17: How many times a week do you shower? Probably like 2 or 3.. don’t tell my mother lol sorry I’m gross

18: Favorite TV show? Doctor Who holds my heart, but I really love Sherlock too

19: Shoe size? 8 1/2 usually but I own a size 6 and a size 9 so who knows really

20: How tall are you? I’m 5′ 7″ I think... I haven’t checked in a long time

21: Sandals or sneakers? Definitely sneakers

25: What color socks are you wearing? Black

26: How many pillows do you sleep with? Just one, I don’t understand why people have so many!

30: What’s your favorite candle scent? Fun fact, I don’t have a sense of smell...so I don’t know lol

31: 3 favorite boy names: William, James, and Noah

32: 3 Favorite girl names: Teresa, Lesli, and Andrea (lol)

41: Top 10 favorite songs: Far too young to die (p!atd) Migraine (top) History Maker (Dean Fujioka) Trees (top) Uprising (muse) Alligator Sky (Owl City) The Call (Regina Spektor) Clean (Taylor Swift) Top of the World (Greek Fire) and Flying (James Newton Howard)

49: What was the last compliment you received? Probably something Ande said :D

57: Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? I used to, but I don’t anymore.. I’m not sure why lol I should

60: How many pictures are on your phone? Almost a thousand lol theres 981

67: What are your hobbies? I play the piano, guitar, drums, and I sing, and I like to ask people questions lol which is why I reblogged this-to have a list of questions I can interrogate people with haha

70: What was the last concert you saw? Paramore!! I went with my best friend and we had a really good time, Hayley Williams is sooooo good live!!

71: Tea or coffee? I don’t drink either

82: Favorite ice cream flavor? Lol this gives me flashbacks of working in an ice cream shop haha but it’s probably strawberry cheesecake

86: What is your phone background? I’m changing my lockscreen to something autumny every day, but my wallpaper is twenty one pilots 

87: Are you outgoing or shy? I’m a mess

88: Do you like it when people play with your hair? YESSS GAHHH I LOVE IT

89: Do you like your neighbors? Lol I do...when they’re not drunk and yelling and blasting music at 3 am the night before a test -_-

93: Last thing you ate? A peanut butter and sour cream muffin, which sounds gross but I think it was just banana and they forgot to change the sign because it tasted suspiciously like banana

95: Summer or winter? Winter usually

96: Day or night? ahhhhhh I think I’m starting to lean more towards night

99: What is your zodiac sign? Virgo

Thank you for asking me!! These were a lot of fun to do, and feel free to message me anytime, I’d love to know who sent this :D

[allthislove]

Insomnia.

K, so, like, if you’re judgemental or you’re gonna unfollow or something, just don’t read, but I gotta... rant... to be able to breathe??? Because I can’t really... talk to anyone... and like, IDK...

K, so I’m mentally ill.

Like, you know, real life mentally ill, not movie mentally ill where either it makes you super good at like solving mysteries or super murdery.

Just regular degular mental illness. The kind where you seem perfectly fine to most people, but like your brain just works weirdly and you, yenno, sometimes want to die, or sometimes are afraid of  l i t e r a l l y  e v e r y t h i n g. 

So, yep, I’m mentally ill. I have OCD, diagnosed, which isn’t as fun as Monk and organized people will have you think. Like, for one, I’m not... organized... I’m super fucking messy and junky. Because that’s how my OCD works, I think. I’m sort of a person who is constantly afraid she’s going to miss something. So, instead of taking two seconds to put something in it’s proper place, I mostly just throw it onto my bed, or on one of the counters. I also think I’m never going to be able to find something if I put it away, so I leave it out because I think “at least I’ll know where it is.” And then that leads to a horribly messy space. The other part of that is, I do like things clean. Really clean. But the problem is, if I don’t clean it enough, I’ll think it’s dirty and then I won’t want to touch it to clean it. Which doesn’t really become a problem, because eventually I just freak and clean everything at once, and like, I couldn’t take a shower or even a piss if my bathroom was too dirty, anyway, because I’d not want to go in there. So, yeah.

But, anyway, I have OCD. And, I often forget. I want to be normal, even though “normal” isn’t really a thing. But I feel normal, and I think I’m normal, and then I’m not, and I start to wonder what’s wrong with me. Because OCD can manifest in ways that aren’t “I like to clean” or “GAHHH, EVERYTHING’S A MESS.”

OCD is the little liar. That’s the name most OCD people give it (or some variation) because that’s what it does. It lies to you. “That girl doesn’t like you.” “You’re really stupid.” “That food is going to make you sick.” “If you pick up that baby, you’ll hurt it.” Shit like that. Sometimes the lies are really, really scary and bad. I’ve been lucky not to have those, much, anymore. But I used to be afraid of knives, because I thought if I touched the knife, I might freak out and stab someone. It doesn’t mean I was going to, or that I wanted to, and that’s the point I think most people don’t get. OCD is a liar. It lies. So, because you’re a good person who thinks stabbing people is wrong, OCD will tell you that you secretly want to stab people just to make you think you’re a horrible person, and you’ll sit there and worry about it for weeks. Months. Years. 

So, sometimes I forget I have this little liar in my head. And I’m realizing some things I do are OCD symptoms.

Like, I’m really afraid for people to think I’m stupid. In any capacity. Which, great, it helped me earn near-perfect grades in undergrad... but also, it makes me do things which I think are annoying or will annoy or even anger other people. Like, I noticed that I overexplain everything. I always have, and I’ve always noticed it. But I thought about it... a couple of days ago. I explain shit. A lot. If I’m saying something, I’ll probably repeat, reiterate, drone on and on, and it’s not because I think the person is stupid or not capable of understanding. It’s generally because I feel stupid, or that someone will think I’m stupid, and I want to get out my whole thought. And then if I don’t get a response, I keep going, hoping to get one, to reassure me that I’m not stupid, annoying, obnoxious, wrong, or whatever. And then after it’s over, after I wrote the 5000 posts or spoke for an hour about cat fur, when the other person’s gone or whatever... I get so embarrassed and I hate myself. 

But it’s OCD. What I’m really doing is checking. It’s the same thing I do when I google symptoms, or I perform mental rituals. I’m checking to make sure you don’t hate me, or think I’m an idiot. (Seriously, being thought of as stupid is a huge thing, for me. I’m not sure why. It really shouldn’t matter to me if someone thinks that, but apparently it does.)

I also think I check social media so much because it’s a form of reassurance. And it’s so numbered that it’s horrible for OCD types like me. “14 likes, 20 replies, 16 likes on your reply” those are just numbers that help me obsess. 

It’s the same with the step counter on my phone. I get legitimately angry with myself if I don’t hit the step goal. And that silly, because it’s arbitrary and doesn’t mean anything. 

I think most of these obsessions also have come about because I’m incredibly stressed, right now. People obsess more when they’re stressed. In fact, most mental illnesses are triggered during times of stress. And, god, I’m stressed. I feel myself withdrawing. I want to stay in my room and watch Netflix, because I can control that. I have grad school coming at me at light speed, I have job interviews because NY living is so expensive that I’ll need a job, even though my department told me not to get one, I have moving to Brooklyn, which is expensive as fuck... bunch of drama around that, as well. And, no one is really checking in on me. And they well should, because every time someone asks me if I’m ready for New York, I say “not really”... and it’s true. I’m not.

Like, I want to go. I do. I just... also don’t. I can’t imagine that being my life, right now. NYC is vastly different from Charlotte/Matthews, where I live. I’ll be riding subway trains and getting ubers and taxis and I’ll have to walk a lot of places, and people keep telling me to be careful of being mugged, and it’s very, very cold there in the winter, whereas here it’s not, so there’s a lot I’m not looking forward to. I wanted to go to UCLA, so I’m still coming to terms with being in New York. And, don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to be going to NYU, and I like New York a lot, and I like Brooklyn, and I’m sure I’ll like living there, once I get my own swing of things. But, you know... It’s a huge change, and I’m kinda scared.

I also... and this is deeply personal, and I never tell anyone shit like this because it’s not popular at all, but I want so badly to get married and have kids. And, like, you guys don’t understand how much that’s not a thing, for me. Like, I haven’t dated at all since I was 19. At. All. IDK if I’m ugly, or weird, or what, but I don’t get dates. And also, I’m biromantic-demisexual, which means sex kinda weirds me out unless I really like the person. (Not the same as “wanting to get to know you.”) And, like, most people my age just fuck. Like, they do it for fun... and I sort of wish that could be me, but also, I can’t see myself fucking for fun, because “demisexual” remember? It doesn’t really make sense to me. Not 100%. And I’m so afraid, literally, to date because I’m terrified that someone will want to have sex. And that’s been my experience. I’ll start sort of talking to someone, and they’ll be like “dicks, amirite? anyway, here’s mine!” and I’m like “GAHHHH!” Then, I sort of hate them. Alternatively, they’re beautiful and perfect and I love them and they think I’m a stump. And I die alone.

So, anyway, I’m getting really old. (Not really, but in my head as a tween, I imagined I’d be married by now.) I’m getting old, and I have no prospects, and I don’t even know how to date as an adult because I haven’t, really. And I’m not a virgin, but I don’t know how to sex, anymore. So, I feel like I’m gonna die alone. Or, I’m gonna end up getting married at 45 to some 57-year-old broker, and I’ll be too old to have biological kids, and it’ll just... IDK, be sad. Like, as of right now, I want kids in the next 5-ish years. I wanna get married in the next 5-ish years. And, probably just OCD or maybe comorbid depression, but I also kinda don’t think anyone would want me. If I’m not ugly, I’m definitely weird. And, like, I see so many people in my age group just stumbling on marriages and kids and partnerships and all the shit I want, and the way they talk about it is so ... like, negative. Like “hahaha, don’t have kids!” or “Girl, wait as long as you can!” or they’re like “hahaha, my fiance is such a jackass,” like... bitch, I want that life, and you out here trashing it. And, I know, grass is greener, too, but... okay, for one, I don’t understand why parents, especially new parents, think it’s cute to tell childless people shit like that. Like, what if I was trying really hard to get pregnant, and your asshole self with your brand new baby is like “Hahaha, girl, you should wait as long as you can to have kids!” Like, no, hoe, that’s rude. (Everyone talks about how you shouldn’t tell people they’ll want kids, but people also do the opposite like when you say “I can’t wait to have kids of my own,” and they’re like “Girl, trust me, yes you can.” Like, don’t do that. Nobody is stupid enough to think having kids is a walk in the park, but a lot of childless people do want kids, and some of us are in the correct age range and desperately want them, and your words could come across as insensitive. You don’t know what 25-40 year old had a miscarriage or has been trying for years, or whatever. Just don’t tell people what they want, let them tell you what they want. But, I’m on a tangent...) 

Anyway, the point is, I’m weird, I’m sort of not okay, right now, and I can’t sleep. Because I’m mentally ill. Which is also probably why I’m single, and will continue to be so.

I also probably have PTSD, but it’s undiagnosed, so there’s that.