#just ISTEN TO HIM

[menelaiad]

agamemnon is gay in the musical. dont argue with me

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i can't listen to too many of pete's demos at a time because it only takes a few to make me cry and then i have to stop and collect myself

[flynn-zqk]

broken for you

musings on bread and religion

(transcript below the cut)

each time my father cuts into a fresh loaf of bread, he carves a cross into the underside. he's not a religious man, my father, but it's what his grandmother taught him to do, and it has become his way of keeping her memory alive.

i imagine him as a young boy, queueing for hours with his brother to exchange food tokens for a loaf of bread. i imagine him watching my great-grandmother crucify the loaf, before she cuts him a bigger share than she grants herself.

i have never been religious; i have never known how to pray; i don't feel anything when i enter a church, other than my distinct lack of spirituality. my family's ties to a higher power are merely remnants of traditions - a force of habit that honours family and loved ones.

and, ultimately, i am glad i didn't grow up in church. there are many things that the guilt of organised religion would have made substantially more difficult to come to terms with.

but sometimes, when i pass a house of god, see how the people within find solace in a higher power and a community,i feel a pang of jealousy, or perhaps sadness.

there's something about believing in a god because it's true, not because it seems like the only thing to do.

i remember a car ride with my father. he tells me, "i don't believe in god, but, when something important is about to happen, i like to say a little prayer."

i wish i knew what that means.

i never met my great-grandmother, just as i have never met god. but i have been told of the unending kindness and charity of both. i have seen how much they mean to people around me.

and so i find myself thinking of isten and my dénagymama, as i carve a cross into each new loaf of bread.

[adrianasunderworld]

Very curious, (also have been jamming to "Snuff out the Light" cause I need to repent the many years of not istening to that song, shame on me yes)

But what about the Emperor's New Groove gang in House of Mouse Au?

The most I can think of is that everyone loves Kronk. Cause how can you not?

Kuzco being judgemental of the boys trying to court Yuu similar to that scene with the brides.

No one is good enough for Yuu to him tbh. Just gonna dismiss everyone but also is living for the drama.

Kronk is chilling and making Yuu lunch. He's like a friendly himbo big brother. Patcha and Chicha are being parental figures and asking how Yuu is and hows school. The kids are joining the other kids antics. They don't get the ship hype, but it's funny regardless, so they're running off with Peter, Alice, and the rest of them.

[godsofhumanity]

Hi. I seen the ask that mentiond Hungarian mythology.

As a Hungarian (who fallowed your blog for a time but stoped dou to not having much free time) I just want to say. We don't know veary much about it eather.

Basicly a lot of things about our mythology got lost when we become Christian country. So yeah we have to search for it. :( At least as far as I know.

But here are a few things about our mythology.

You already know about the world tree.

Here are the gods I know about.

Okey so there is Arany Atya ("Golden Father" in English), who is posably same as Isten.

Then there is his wife (Wikipedia says that she was his consert) the goddess Hajnal Anyácska ("Dawn Mother" in English). They had three sons. Hadúr, Napkirály and Szélkirály.

They oldest son, Napkirály ("King of the Sun" in English), he was our sun god. He rides his silver-haired horse from East to West every day, seeing everything below him.

They second son, Szélkirály ("King of the Wind") who is also called Szélatya ("Wind Father"), he was the god wind and rain, and a male counterpart of Szélanya. His armor and weapons are made of pure silver, his sacred metal.

They therd son, Hadúr, short for Hadak ura ("warlord" in English), as from the English transletion, you guesd it he us the god of war, and metalsmith of the Gods. He wore armor and weapons made of pure copper, which is his sacred metal, and it was said that he forged the Sword of God ("Isten kardja" in English) which was discovered by Atilla the Hun. It was customary for the Hungarians to sacrifice white stallions to him before a battle.

There is also Boldogasszony. Also called "Istenanya." ("Blessed Lady"). She was the goddess of motherhood and helped women in child birth. But after Hungarians were Christianized she fell out of favor for that of the Virgin Mary. She is also considered the "Queen (Regina) of Hungary".

Isten ("God" simply that) was the god of the sky and the head of the Hungarian pantheon. (I Hungarian "Isten" is also used for the Christian God)

Ördög ("Devil"), he was the god of death, diseases and wicked things.

Szélanya ("Wind Mother") she was the goddess of wind and female counterpart of Szélatya. She is a wise, elderly woman who lives in a cave on top of a huge mountain somewhere at the end of the world. She rides the winds and creates storms and whirlwinds.

hullo! thanks for taking the time to send this to me :)

[birbleafs]

[fic] Stasis

Series: Genshin Impact Rating: T Characters/Pairing: Kavetham. Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari. Also, very brief mentions of Al-Haitham’s grandmother and parents. Additional Tags: Canon Divergent, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild/Bittersweet Angst (but there's a happy ending I promise), essentially a what-if scenario with the Divine Knowledge capsules. Summary: Al-Haitham and Kaveh run into several anomalies, and are trapped in a cyclic stasis. A/N: I lied, I do have a short birthday ficlet lol. Inspired mostly by that one hauntingly gorgeous fanart on twitter. The idea wouldn't leave my brain for weeks, so I had to keysmash out some feels :'') Also, happy birthday to my favouritest weirdo cat, Al-Haitham ❤︎ Fic can also be read on AO3. _______

It’s the seventh time they have walked down this narrow path through the dimly-lit underpass. The seventh time they have passed by too-familiar faces, too-cherished voices; ghostly whispers and distorted laughter that creep closer at every turn, at every flicker between shadow and light. The ceramic tiles lining the walls of the underpass are a polished bone-white, void of any pixel or colour. The overhead lamps are humming with a persistently piercing drone that crawls down his spine, prickling glass shards beneath his skin. Nonetheless, Al-Haitham doesn’t cease from stepping in just as Kaveh reaches an arm out towards the beckoning silhouettes; never hesitates to prevent Kaveh from pursuing guilt and being ensnared by long-dead memories that only mimic fleeting shadows of happiness without the warmth, always dragging Kaveh away to safety, again and again and again… even if it means both of them remain trapped in a cyclic stasis, in this repetitious melancholy of despondency.

He may not have realised it yet— (He does; he always does) Or perhaps he can’t quite bring himself to steady the tremulous disquiet within his heart. To accept and acquiesce to reason, to the unfaltering truth— (He must; this… this isn’t like him at all!) Al-Haitham trudges on, his brow creased into a barely imperceptible frown as he tightens his hold around Kaveh; presses his fingers against the pulse thrumming brightly along Kaveh’s left wrist. He’s not letting go of Kaveh again (Al-Haitham's already lost him once before; already lost Teyta… lost far too many too soon, these little pieces of his own, of home). He can’t, he won’t… “—isten, Al-Haitham! Haitham!” Kaveh’s troubled voice startles him then, breaking through the fog of nebulous thoughts, the rising surge of emotion and memories. He flicks a furtive gaze over his shoulder, head angled in confusion. Kaveh is heaving, inhaling deep breaths as though he had been running miles within the labyrinthine twist of tunnels, even though Al-Haitham is certain they had only walked less than thirty paces ahead on this one straight path. “I’m sorry, Haitham,” Kaveh says as he lifts his head; meets Al-Haitham’s perplexed teal gaze with a wry and near-despondent smile. “But I have to save you too.” The knife is already buried deep within his chest, the bitter surprise only a lingering aftertaste when Kaveh closes the distance between them in a whirl of crimson, gold and blue. “Kaveh…?” Al-Haitham chokes at the wrenching pain, unresisting as Kaveh pulls him into a stifling embrace. His vision is already flickering with dark spots, pain searing beneath his skin when Kaveh drives the sharp blade further into his flesh. Blood trails bright and crimson beneath the jewelled piercing in Al-Haitham’s chest and he relents completely, giving into the darkness.

※

When he blinks awake once more, Kaveh is brushing grime and the smudged kohl from the corner of his eyes, trembling but warm hands still cupping at his face. “We’ve confiscated all the lost Capsules and shut them off. That should've severed the link completely. There might still be some residuals, but there shouldn’t be any serious effects remaining from these forgeries.” The… General Mahamatra’s voice drifts from somewhere behind Kaveh. Another figure glances over him briefly, long furry ears twitching in concern—someone that Al-Haitham thinks he should recognise easily but he can’t quite sieve the exact name from the dregs of this mental fog. “His heart rate is a little elevated, but his breathing looks to be normal. We should still get him checked at the Bimarstan, however, just as a precaution. But it’s all right, Kaveh; he should be relatively fine.” “Kaveh,” Al-Haitham says hoarsely, when the mist gradually recedes from his mind and he finally remembers. He presses Kaveh’s trembling left hand closer against his cheek, and exhales a slow, deep sigh. “You fool.” Kaveh’s voice is low and strained, raw with the conflicting meld of emotions, even if he doesn't recoil from Al-Haitham’s touch; doesn’t release his hold. His fingers curl tight into the dishevelled strands of Al-Haitham’s matted hair, drawing Al-Haitham close to his chest once more. “You arrogant, reckless fool. It could have been worse. You could have been trapped in a coma, your mind broken forever… You could have died, Haitham, and I would have lost yo—! I—Ugh—Don’t you ever go off without me again!” For once, he doesn’t refute Kaveh’s flurry of accusations; doesn’t brush away the stray tears that drip from Kaveh’s crumbling expression to his forehead as the clouds of worry and apprehension finally burst and solace washes over both of them. “Thank you,” Al-Haitham huffs a soft, ragged laugh instead as he returns the embrace, grounding himself once more in the warmth of Kaveh’s hold. “For coming back for me. For saving me.” —End— _______ End Notes:

- Teyta/Teta [ تِيتا ] = Arabic for "grandmother". The formal way of addressing your grandmother in standard Arabic is jaddah [ جَدَّ ] but there are many variations depending on the region and dialect used. Also iirc, teyta is informal and commonly used by children. I like the headcanon that Al-Haitham likely still addresses Grandma (in his head anyway) the way he did as a child.

- I had actually planned to write and post a longer AU oneshot for Al-Haitham's birthday. But work has been eating my brain/energy and keeping me too busy, so I've decided to let this other WIP percolate and simmer a little longer. Hopefully it'll be ready for posting by Kaveh's birthday? Then they can both share a birthday gift fic - they’re already joined at the hip anyway lol.

- When I wrote this short fic, I didn't know anything about The Exit 8 game and have only seen different fanart versions of the redraw meme. So I wrote this from the perspective of Al-Haitham not being aware that his mind was slowly being corrupted by (seemingly) forged Divine Knowledge capsules which turned out to have residuals of Forbidden Knowledge. And of course, the plot-twist of him being saved by Kaveh instead (you save the ones you care for and are saved in return)...

- Sorry but also not sorry lol about the (literal) knife of feels to the heart :") Something something, the symbolism of Kaveh being the one to sever the grasps of Forbidden Knowledge from completely overwhelming and breaking Al-Haitham's mind. Yeah.

- Comments are always lovely; if you've enjoyed this, I'd love to hear what you think. Thank you for reading!

[iloverenjaegr]

l isten. hi. i just,,, had a thought,,,,,, eren. eren is the type of boyfriend wHO GETS HIS GF'S (you 🤭🤭) BITE MARK TATTOOED BC I BET HE'D BE INTO BITING. LIKE. . . . HE . LOVES IT hnngh i cannot

REALLL REALEST OF THE REAL, I NEED TO WHOLE WORLD TO SEE THIS RN, SEE, READDDDDDDDDDDDD PLEASEEEEE (oh my g im thinkin g ab btiign him in general mmmmm i liek bitign squiahsdhyjewgwkg FALLS OVER)

[hlficlibrary]

hi,

Do you know similar fics to isten to your heart lovelarry10? Thank you

Hi, anon! You're very welcome! So the two main things in that story are that there's a deaf character and it's a friends to lovers story, so here are a few that have those traits in them...

Worth a Thousand Words by TheIfInLife

“Look, I’m learning some new stuff!”

My name is Louis. My favorite color is green. I like movies. Do you know sign language?

Harry huffed grumpily. Why are you learning sign language?

“Because, I want to be able to talk to you.” Louis looked small, gripping tightly at the steering wheel.

Why?

You’re my friend. Louis signed shakily, having to try it a few times before getting it right. And well, Harry just snapped.

We’re not friends. I don’t know what makes you think that we’re okay but we’re not. You stopped being my friend once you found out that I went deaf. I don’t know if this is your way of ‘making up for it’ or if you think that hanging out with the deaf guy and learning a bit of sign language is your ‘kind deed’ to the world but I don’t want to be your charity case and I don’t want to be your friend. or Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard.

It Feels Different When You’re With Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

Harry fell in love with sign language as a kid. He never imagined the first love of his life would lead him straight to his second.

Never Too Late by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

Harry’s confused for a moment before it hits him: the little boy is signing. Harry squats down to get to the boy’s level again and mirrors the same action.

“Dad?” He inquires. Harry learned basic sign language after having met a fan who was deaf. He made it his mission to learn signing so that he’d be able to communicate with other fellow hearing impaired fans.

The little boy smiles brightly, his tears now long gone. He goes on to extend both hands, palms up as if he’s asking where? Followed by the previous sign which means Dad. Harry smiles to himself at the amazing little guy standing in front of him.

He stands up taking the boy’s hand, “Let’s go find your dad,” he tells him making the motion with his hand.

Just having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new music needing to prove to his label that his career isn't over. Little does he know that his life is about to change forever when he runs into an old friend at the city he's decided to escape to.

[aki16official]

Send help (srs). amtoolazybutjustforyouguys

trigger warnings:

Bl~~d, Attemped ——cide, angst

WARNING2: THE B__SS (ihatehim)

Summary: Shorts wars happened in 12/7/2021 and royalpear and royalmelon got along so they became "bestfriends"

予期せぬ信頼。

Yoki senu shinrai.

July, 30 Of 2023.

Royalpear was running to find royalmelon in the faculty, he was exhausted, tired, stressed but, He was desperate to save him. Finding him in a small, metal room, he saw a satellite on his head, It was a brainwashing device.

🍐 - “Mm.Melon...Im..He·..re.. Am.. Gonna save .. You.. I .. Swear...”

🍉 – “W..WA..Wait! g-Get away! it.Its for your own safety!... The boss.. H.e put something in my head and i don't remember myself, i cant brea–’’

Suddenly, Royalmelons eyes got winish red with a neon red glowing spiral pattern repeating. An voice can be heard form a speaker in the room .

👤🎭 – “SHUT UP AND KILL HIM ALREADY.”

🍉❌ – “Yes, Sir”

Royalmelon found a knife, He really didnt want to do this, but he was brainwashed. He sprinted towards Royalpear and almost stabbed him, Royalpear jumped back,trying to catch the knife, he got slashed on the palm of his hand.

🍐 – “M-mMElon..! PL..Please!L...isten ..To me ple..Please!!...”

👤🎭 – “ ROYALMELON. SELF DESTRUCT. YOU'RE JUST USELESS SO KILL YOURSELF.”

🍉❌ – “Yes, Sir.”

🍐 – “WAIT DONT!PLEASE YOU HAVE AN ACTUAL MEANING TO SURVIVE,DONT LISTEN TO HIM, HE'S ONLY TRYING TO PUPPET YOU-!”

Royalmelon sprinted towards the cloning room, Sitting on the floor. The blue light form the cloning machine hurted his eyes, but he couldn't do anything else. Royalpear followed him, with a knife of-course, how else was he gonna cut the brainwashing device?

🍉 – “Clonevpn‘s gonna come with me if am dying. Royalpear, i dont know how to say this but, Whenever am with you i- i always feel an warm feeling on my chest, and i always feel warm and genuinely happiness, so, Thanks for everything you did to me.

Royalpear chopped the brainwashing device off, as soon as royalmelon was getting lighter, he hugged royalmelon, tears walking out of his eyes, making his vision blurry. Royalmelon was suprised to see that he cared for him, that he wanted him to survive.

🍉 – “Wh.. What..?! I.. I thought you hated me.- wait... Why did you even both..Bother to save me..? I...I was J...Just a Us.Useless pu..Puppet ever sin..since i was..... Bringed into this wo..world.Why....-...”

🍐 – “PLEASE DONT KILL YOURSELF PLEASE I CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOU MATTER MORE THAN ME, YOU AREN'T USELESS,YOU ARENT A PUPPET, PLE..PLEASE JUST.. CARE FOR YOURSELF!...i.......i..l..-”

Royalpear was shaking, he couldn't express how much he cared about him and how much he loved him .(Romantically+Platonically)

🍐 – “i..l.l.ove you”

🍉 - “ Me too ”

Finally a break from this

Chapter 2 will be tmrw

Yes this is Romantically

Royalpear x royalmelon frfrfr

support this thing pls

[khaleesiofalicante]

Have you read Kit's letter to Jace? It's immediately after he goes to live with Jessa.

It's so beautiful 🥰

Here it is https://www.tumblr.com/tyblackthornfrog/728897063927136256/pookie-wake-up-i-got-kits-letter-for-jace

He feels so lonely but is very much aware that Jessa, Magnus and Jace will be there for him even if that idea is strange to him.

My favourite parts were

Cirenworth Hall is filled with ghosts and Oscar is one of them.

Kit and Magnus just chatting. And him being salty that the villagers took to Magnus even while he was dressed as a fashionista as usual but looked at Kit weirdly.

Kit and Tessa bonding over troubles of having to learn runes so late in life.

Kit wanting to ask Jem train him.

I especially love that having life disrupted is something Jessa can understand too but he feels it's something he can talk better with Jace.

And Kit telling Jace that though Jem plays violin for him every night, Jace shouldn't be offended becausw the next time he was in NY he will isten to Jace playing piano.

I can't wait for wicked powers.

I absolutely have!

I loooove Jace and Kit content (I even wrote my own letter from Jace to Kit hehe).

I'm so very excited for all the Kit content with Jessa, Mina and Kit (and of course Ty - and Ash too)

WHERE ARE YOU TWP????????

[vacuiterror]

can you give me any musician recommendations? :>

the main musicians I isten to that I’m pretty sure you know are Jack Off Jill, Scarling., Kittie, The Cure, MCR, Teen Suicide, Crystal Castles, Sorry…, Crosses, Nine Inch Nails, System of a Down, The Smiths, and more probably but I feel like i’m saying a lot

I know you have really good music taste so I just thought I’d ask you for some recommendations even if they are nothing like the ones I do like already

also I’m really into a band called Birds Fear Death and I couldn’t find any of their songs in your playlists at least from just a quick check, maybe you do like them and I missed it, but I think you would really like that band

thanks for the recommendation i appreciate it ! :> nd i recommend HIM (pretty basic but if u dont know them yet im shre youll like them, entardecer, boy harsher and selofan

[cwispihae]

not really an ask but thank u for spreading that sweet sweet usopp gospel the way you draw his hair hit just right 🤌🤌👌👌🤌👌listen i cannot stress enough L ISTEN as a hardline usopp fancier i am being FED it's so good please keep up the good work the way you draw stinky dumb chef man is excellent also

Sorry for the slow reply I um... Couldn't figure out how to find my asks on mobile 🤡

Aaaaaw, thank you so much! 😭❤️💕💖 It's truly an honor and a privilege to spread the good word of God Usopp 🔥 Asdfhjghsdjjffhkfshdsfjjf- I'm so happy to hear it, I'll do my best! 🤧💖💕 Pffffftft- thanks again I strive for just the right levels of hot/pathetic with him so I'm glad it's reading well -w- ✨

[365-betterdays]

june 11, 2024 | 9:06PM

hey, it's been a while (common line here, but fuck whatever)

i'm writing as i isten to my '22 playlist - "remember me for these days, not the old ones." it was a line i referenced from a book that touched me, "for one more day - mitch albom".

anyways, allow me to let you catch up with what i've been up to.

i graduated from senior high school. it was a serene moment. i've never felt this proud of myself - i never knew that my choices from 2021, all my rants, all the crying would lead to this rewarding moment. i saw the reflection of my efforts. i've never been this grateful for myself and for my family and friends that supported me all the way through.

me and basti are friends again.

my sister met varo, said he was conyo. varo had a mutual friend who was friends with my sister's ex. she admitted her faults in her past relationship. (i miss her)

da and thalia is getting complicated. thalia doesn't want anything to do with da anymore i assume..

i bought thalia coffee and glazed donuts to her house. after knowing she's been stressing, it was the least i could do.

i've been withdrawing from my friend group. i still appreciate the memories i've had with them, it's just that i think i've come to terms with living a quiet life for now - i've been struggling and if i want to take my time doing so, i'm going to allow myself. i still wish them the best and i'll miss them everyday.

i've been looking for condo units to stay in the next few months.

i'm going to CSB to take MMA course. i'm wishing i wouldn't be so awkward omg. but whatever ! i hope there are far more worse students (not really worse, just more shy)

i'm getting my results soon.

i received a bit graduation money -- i'm sticking with 4k for my savings. i promise to not touch them D:

i am very broke. very very.

i spent a night in a hotel with malik, i made him cry all his frustrations away. i listened, gave him a kiss - showered together and danced together naked. i love that.

i am so inlove with malik. i want to love again.

[lovelessbachelor]

Spotify ......Wrapped

hey look man i don'tr even rememeber why i was l;istening so hard but it IS a banger IM OUTTA MY HEAD ODF MY HEART OF MY MIND

WOW. well i wasn't expecting fruiting bodies but i was obsessed with it for a time. this wrapped thing usually just catalogues what songs i looped the most bcus of some reason almost definetely hyperfxayion related.

and butcvh 4 butch.... I CAN EXPLAIN. i was thinkig about ErrorInk. that song is very ErrorInk to me. i've drawn like 3 things based off of tthat song that are ErrorInk. not that i'll show them lollll it's in my ErrorInk drawing pile (i have one of those)

soul meets body..... hmmm. ok so i found out abt the song from a SUPER cute Shyan body swap fic..... i listened to the podfic and at the end of the fic that song played and it all went downhill bruh....... i have art based on the song (doodle, really. its on a sticky note) pinned to my corkboard next to me (its OC stufff.....)

GHOST!! i think april a new song released? or i get the hankering for Ghost around my bd idk....

WILL WOOD ONLY SECOMD TO GHOST!!!! istg if jack stauber ids on my wrapped every year bcus i listen to a variety of 1> songs by him i will be holloring but also lolll. Mel probably bcus Portals and also it's Mel?!?! how do u not...

guys Spotify just diagnosed me with autism

sigh

anyway no one wanted to know but my no.6 song is 2econd 2ight 2eer. which happens to be my fav will wood song.

[hyuckmov]

HIII JING DROPPING BY HERE TO SAY HI MY GOD THERE WAS SO MANY THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ><

I attended tds2 in my country in my gosh post concert depression is really hitting me hard rn 😭 BUT OVERALL IT WAS QUITE FUN I SAW MARK AND HAECHAN LIKE TWICE NOW THE FIRST ONE ONE BEING IN 127 THE LINK FKEKNDBDHDKDKDK

i keep laughing at my fancams tho because of my ridiculous screams that sound like i'm fighting someone or generally barking HAHHHAHAHAHA

I AM HAECHAN BIASED BUT OH MY GOD JAEMIN IS JUST SO GORGEOUS AND REALLY KNOWS HOW TO INTERACT WITH THE CROWD >< (tied very much still to haechan tho no one can escape him)

ANYWAY HOW ARE YOUUUU MY FAVE FIC WRITER?? 🥺 tell me how your week went!

i see that u went out drinking AND I HOPE U HAD FUN!! ALSO OH MY GOSH UR WORKING ON TWO (?) NEW STORIES AND I CAN'T HELP BUT GET EXCITED EVER SINCE HIMBO HAECHAN WAS RELEASED 😩😩

I HOPE U ARE WELL AND PLEASE TAKE CARE OF URSELF OKAAYYYY TAKE UR TIME WITH UR WIPS I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOU!! 💕

- 💛

HIII SLAYYY to ur eventful week!!! omg pcd is the worst. i had a photo of jaehyun from the 127 concert that i used as my wallpaper and i would literally just stare at it and my friends would be like... ENOUGH. but also you are so luckyyy to have this experience like MAHAE TWICE??? IM SO HAPPY FOR YOUUU i hope it was the best best time evevrrr and you got to make a lot of memories :)

im so stressed whenever i take videos for concerts bc i'm scared my voice will be picked up. when i went for the dpr live concert, it picked up the voice of this girl next to me and GIRL. i was so upset... bc it was so distracting. i'm literally trying to go for a concert twice so i can scream in one of them and just record videos in the other one 😭😭😭 but also im considering selling that ticket and buying one for another artist hehe

JAEMINNNN (growling rn) my feelings for him have been out of control recently. i know idols are just curated images, but damn...his is curated so fucking well... ,istening to ariana grande and niki in his room...grocery shopping in LA... his smile and hsi ARMS and his arms and his arms......wna fall into his chest i am so insane he is sooo it's all so intentional. THE WAY him and hyuck look at each other sometime during concerts???? if i were haech i would be backstage asking him WHAT ARE WE!!!!!

HOW MY WEEK WENTTT i finished up my internship!!! it actually went pretty well bc i rounded it up with a presentation on a research project i did and i tried really hard w it and i was validated w my efforts!!! i got to see my friends a little and irrelevant and tmi but i think im so lonely im going insane bc im kind of having feelings for my best friend but it might be because i dont see him a lot so i'm. trying to quit bc its so embarrassing... next week i have a bunch of interviews so WISH ME LUCKKK 😭😭😭😭

also this is so lame of me but when i drink im mostly NOT drinking outside im drinking... at home? or at a friend's place? LET ME EXPLAIN see it's because 1-2 drink jing is DIZZY. that's my first reaction to being drunk and it's so LAME and terrible in public spaces because i do the ditzy stumbling around and typing terribly on my phone (fun fact i got drunk at a school function once bc soju looks like water and we smuggled it in) and i literally almsot FELL down the stairs in front of my teachers it was. not good. anyway yeah thats why i dont really drink in clubs and bars (ALSO because it's so expensive there 😭) 😞😞😞😞😞  but i'm having a lot of fun i usually have plain soju but today i had whiskey!!!

i AM working hard on my stories and im exicted to share them with you when i'm done!! thank you for always being supportive of me and my efforts <3 i appreciate and luv u so os sososo much

[paperback-prodigy]

Feast or Famine: From the Perspective of Women

Isn’t it funny,

The idea of having control

Over my own autonomy

Rather than wait for the old men to tell me what belongs in my body

On Election Day, my dad said

“All it takes is one father, that man is somebody”

I saw red and my mind went cloudy

Somebody like all she is is an incubator

A pro creator

Rather than an innovator

It won’t take a private investigator

A mediator

An evaluator to tell you that’s wrong

Circular saw, computer algorithm, fire escape

Woman made that

But they ignore those due to the first biblical mistake

Life raft, windshield wiper, the first monopoly game

Capitalism, ready to play

Made by the demographic that makes up 8% of the business leaders

But when pressed we hear

“Women just don’t wanna be”

All you can do is “Be his cheerleader”

Like I am nothing more than a boys wind up inspirer

I wanna rain gun fire

Abandon my rhyme scheme like it’s a prison

Like the ones we end up where admission

Is a sentence for murder and rape

The holes in the justice systems

A little too agape

The solutions to problems obvious but covered in useless red tape

Feast or famine, the fox and the grape

Undesirable

But only when you find out you’re not undeniable

That your charms ain’t always applicable

A lady lover till she becomes too fickle

“Must be that time of the month” “Get back in the kitchen”

Those ones are light compared to the others

Even scarier in the situation

“Hey honey wanna ride” “Don’t worry sweetie, boys will be boys you’ll be fine” “Firetrucks don’t stop” “I like you better when your clothes are off”

They tell us to tell when these things get said

But the first questions are “what were you wearing” and “did you try to tempt him”

I only have power when they don’t want the blame

For their own selfish actions

They feast on the abusers names

Feast on their lies and famine on their reasoning

Walking around like they don’t do minuscule versions of the same thing

I got catcalled three times over Thanksgiving break

Men telling me my turkey needs stuffed and that I look fine today

Women compare these numbers like it’s a stat, a competition

Like men comparing basketball in March from the NCAA division

The fact that our brackets are full is deplorable

Obviously horrible

And according to men completely and utterly ignorable

“Not all men” “nice guys finish last” “I’m just here to respect you”

Like the next question out of your mouth wasn’t “do you send nudes”

Sir I’m 17

17 and half the stuff I’ve been sent is too obscene

for a poem

I want nothing more than to be able to show them

The fear hurt and anger they inspire

With their own selfish desire

But honestly I’ve talked a lot and my mouth is getting tired

And at the end of the day this is just a poem and I’m only 17 so you wouldn’t really isten anyway