#thefuck out of each other

[geffenrecords]

the outsiders is hintons best work bc it doesn't have that dumbass awkward romance between the guy and the girl . like in most of them it's fine it's not a big deal but whatever the fuck was happening in taming the star runner was just pissing me off .

[dankmaths]

god fuckign dammit i cant stop thinking about thefucking hospital scene

just rewatched it and i don't want to spend 5 hours formatting a long unhinged twitter thread so here we are. i am mishmashing the game and anime and manga scenes together in my personal canon blender. p4 spoilers of course

cause like, naoto is the one to suggest they throw namatame into the TV. and kanji's on board with it too. but the one yu has to fight over it, the one yu has to think carefully about and talk down, is fucking yosuke hanamura.

of course everyone has a personal stake in it considering namatame was going around kidnapping everyone, but yosuke specifically...

he phrases it like "we have to stop him before he hurts anyone else," but it seems like a big part of his motive is revenge. saki's kindness meant a lot to him, regardless of how real it was, or selfish his motive is, and it wasn't fair she had to die. so now he's gonna kill namatame. and it doesn't matter if that goes against his morals, or if no one else is willing to do it. he is absolutely dead set on killing namatame (pun intended). the only thing stopping him from doing it is yu.

it's ironic looking back. because like yosuke, namatame also lost someone important to him, and is trying to use his power to do what he thinks is right in his own way... just like yosuke wanted to be a hero, namatame wanted to be a savior, but yosuke is too blinded by rage in the moment to see that. the big difference is who got to them first. yosuke's had yu with him the whole time to keep him grounded, and eventually, the whole investigation team- namatame got adachi.

(side note- i more often think about yosuke+adachi parallels; how they're both bored with everything, but yosuke has the team and adachi pushes everyone away, but that's not really relevant rn lol)

there's also the scene where yu goes to confront the true killer alone, and yosuke's waiting outside when he comes back. and at that point he's not angry anymore, just… disappointed. (feelsbadman) but i don't think it's because he changed his mind.

after you calm him down in the hospital, he's STILL thinking about doing it:

(another side note- the va in this scene is top notch. this line gave me chills rewatching it. first time i saw the hospital scene i was getting a little scared lol)

and after learning the true killer's identity he fucking hates adachi. even after defeating him he never really forgives him. he still gets pissed and tries to attack adachi when he shows up unexpectedly in ultimax:

yosuke was 100% willing to kill someone, and he'd 100% do it again if his partner gave the okay. but as much as he hates adachi, he understands that he's important to yu, enough to know yu would break their promise and sneak into the TV alone. and despite how he might feel, he doesn't want yu to lose someone important to him too.

there's also the scene in the anime after the hospital, where after yu tries to send everyone home promising he'll be okay, yosuke comes back to comfort him. he's still upset, but he's deferring to yu's leadership and more importantly, making sure that his partner is okay comes first.

that's why i think it's great the anime puts the fist fight after the hospital scene. cause he spends his whole social link struggling with his grief and insecurity and jealousy; and then, in december, with tensions running high and these nasty revelations about himself and awful feelings swirling inside, it all finally comes to a head. and he tries to get it all out in the only way he knows how: two dudes beating the shit out of each other. Thats True Love Babey.

not much of a point to all this, except that i really love yosuke's character (and souyo) lol. something is wrong with him. I Know What He Is. he's like the team mood maker and he's always joking around (and i think golden especially looooves to play him up for comic relief), but perhaps the moments when he lets the veneer slip are the moments where he shines the most.

[gokubrain]

watching fusion reborn again and i need to talk about it before my head erupts tw for insane delusional rambling about a non canon anime movie that came out in 1995

the whole scene where theyre discussing fusion is like such a vital kakavege moment in history LMAO like it starts off with goku diving into a pile of NEEDLES (which he has a phobia of, if u dont recall) without hesitation to catch vegeta and safely escort him to the ground. wild detail to add guys but what do i know lmao

the conversation uses crazy language like goku saying “youre going to fuse with me” and “there’s no other way, you must know that” among other lines implying he knows vegeta well enough to predict his reactions in this situation which you KNOW is my shit i love when goku and vegeta show that they know each so well

goku’s stupid “vegetaaa youre already dead” followed by the weirdly long animation of vegeta’s annoyed face isnt relevant but it is super funny

also not that important but the way goku and vegeta say each other’s names over and over again its like every other word out of their mouth is each other’s names it’s so gay dude

then the scene after where goku runs to vegeta’s aid only to stop before touching him cuz he knows vegeta doesnt want his help, this kills me this kills me so bad

FOLLOWED BY VEGETA BREAKING DOWN AND CRYING, LIIIIIKE OKAY ALRIGHT THATS A LEVEL OF VULNERABILITY I WOULDNT EXPECT VEGETA TO SO CASUALLY DISPLAY IN FRONT OF GOKU LIKE ..! DAMN LMAO.. also goku trying to console him after is so good omg

then of course the line “i guess fusion is out of the question huh. you have your pride as a saiyan prince and everything” this is the kind of line that whenever i hear it i need to be sedated in order to calm down like oh my GOD. goku is just unreal. he knows and cares about vegeta SO much he’s so understanding of vegeta’s feelings he’s so fucking crazy in love with him it makes me nauseous not to even mention that this like definitely makes vegeta reconsider fusion after hearing because almost immediately after he says “kakarot, perform fusion with me” AND AGAIN WITH THIS CHOICE OF LANGUAGE.. perform fusion with me.. no suggesting no asking just straight up “okay kakarot we’re doing it.” it wasnt we’re going to perform fusion, or i will perform fusion with you, but simply perform fusion with me. wild dude. insane.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THEIR FINAL INTERACTION. vegeta saying “kakarot i never want to perform fusion with you again” with the biggest smile ive ever seen him have and goku laughing in response and just saying “see u later vegeta” GODDDUUGGHHH WHAT THEFUCK !!

fusion reborn is a banger of a dbz movie dude esp for kakavege fans like its the best argument we have in kakavege’s name lmao. its just goku and vegeta being vulnerable with each other and fighting a bad guy together and having fun with literally no one else involved its just a fun little adventure they go on together that no one ever really knows about <3

TL;DR im pretty normal overall about fusion reborn…!!

[snackugaki]

I was semi-joking last post but ....she’s so fun to draw wtffff

Following 2007 and Rise Splinter’s example, Bay Splinter absolutely watches soaps, teleseryes, telenovelas, and dramas and Venus watches some with him 

Casey taught them how to make their own skates, so now the entire sewer is an impromptu skating rink 

... I forgot that Leo, Donnie and Mikey’s shoes actually match (as much as they could make their custom frankenshoes match-- Mikey’s is like 98% duct tape and bandage wraps tbh; “But they’re still chucks underneath...!”) I just subconsciously went Punky Brewster on her shoewear. problem is I like both. so. nyeh.

have I settled on the size of her tesse--- hahahahhahahhahhahhha no.

in a brighter timeline, if they did a 3rd movie or just put both scrotes in and pumped out TMNT movies like they have Transformers movies I’d guess Venus, Jennika, Slash, Tokka, Rahzar, whoever were probably whatchamacallit, experimental groups to Splinter & Co.’s ....control group? subjects from different experiments with the ooze before April’s dad went whistleblower. or maybe experiments from the 15 year interval trying to recreate the first lab’s results ‘cuz Sacks would’ve had the resources to recommence pretty fast after the disaster

although to explain Venus and Jennika... since Sacks had ties to the Foot Clan, and Shredder pulled that double cross with Baxter in OotS. what I would guess is that Sacks pulled whatever weight he had left with the Foot Clan (maybe with Karai at the helm in Shredder’s absence) to use their resources for any gaps with his own and as a cover to reconvene his experiments. blah blah Karai studied under Shredder obvi and so probably thought to have the scientists report to her before they report to Sacks. Sacks was kept in the dark, not told they were more or less able to recreate the original lab results on the turtles who’d become Venus’n Jennika. “oh oops they died sacks, sux 4 u try again maybe, here’s some more animals for you.” 

Venus and Jennika are taken in under the Foot once they exhibit the same potential the boys showed; Sacks just goes a little apeshit on the science, as a treat, hence Slash, and then Tokka’n Rahzar and again told they failed. Sacks fully thinks he couldn’t recreate the first lab’s results womp womp u bitch

....how would any of them break out from under the Foot? lol i dunno. uh. mmmmmaybe black market “weapons” dealing-- Venus and Jennika break out (willingly or opportunistically) during shipment to... where? nyc why thefuck not, oh look they end up in chinatown *eyebrow waggle* oh now they’ve stumbled upon a grandpa, maybe his name is Grandpa Chung in the community, I don’t know, and he adopts them surprise! is he blind and therefore just thinks they’re lost kids? blech, does he see two turtles and see an auspicious omen? ehhh hmmm..... I guuuuesssss? or is he just gonna be an example of people doing good things with no prompting because it’s the right fuckin’ thing to do, they’re obviously kids with no guardians, and goddamn we know it’s for the plot but also people are just out here being good to each other guys, it’s real, it happens.

[can-i-see-your-passport-please]

stanley parable? haha morew like stanley parallels am i righ-[GETS PUNCHED]

ok ok bad jokes aside TELL ME ABOUT THE PARALLELS IN THE FUNNY CROSSOVER AU MY EARS ARE WIDE THEFUCK OPEN !!! ! ! ! !!!

OKAY OKAY SO SO SO. The main parallels come down to the ARCS the characters go through, so let's discuss that first.

(General content warning for themes of the world being a game)

To put it very simply: the Narrator's character development is him learning he isn't as in control as he thought he is. He may have console commands, he may be the writer of the story, he may have some level of control over what the parable does, but he is no god. He is as bound to the code as anything else in the game.

Meanwhile, Gordon's character development is him realizing he's an AI- not just an AI, but one shaped by an outside force that sometimes controls his body, movements, and mind. It triggers an existential crisis in him, and also causes him to gain a deeper understanding of WHY Dr Coomer was so freaked out- the player knew why, but Gordon doesn't. But it also gives Gordon this different conflict- one of learning that his free will would regularly just get sucked away.

The Narrator and Gordon's arcs parallel each other in that they both realize they're not in full control. The Narrator has some, but not full control over the Parable, which infuriates him because he is shown to have this intense need for control- control over Stanley, control over his story, control over the building, control over his audience's perspective on his game, control over EVERYTHING. The Curator even pointed this out in the Museum End, about how Stanley and the Narrator wish to destroy and control each other.

And he keeps getting denied that control. Tries to control Stanley, that never fucking works. Tries to control his story, Stanley just refuses to go along with it. Tries to control the building, and it just shifts and warps around him, refusing to let him do anything. Tries to control his audience's perspective on the game... well, we know what happened there.

Gordon too has a need for control, but to a lesser extent. Gordon's (mostly) human, he knows he doesn't have full control over everything and never will, and is mostly chill with that (which translates to "never really thinking about it much," because how many of you think about the level of control you have over your life). And he does try to kinda control what the Science Team do, if "trying to get them to not die" counts.

However, he takes a level of comfort in the fact that at the very least, he has control over himself. He has control over his own body, his own mind, his own emotions. Sure, his temper is pretty quick to trigger, but he is the One Sane Man, and he can control himself.

AND THEN HE REALIZES HE LITERALLY CAN'T. His entire personality was shaped by a being beyond his comprehension, and all the control he thought he had over himself was an illusion. And at any second, all the control he CURRENTLY has could be completely sucked away, and his brain could be overwritten by something literally beyond their comprehension.

So tldr: the Narrator wants control over everything, and Gordon wants control over himself, and both learn that they've never really had that.

Now, Benrey and Stanley's parallels.

Benrey's character development is basically him slowwwly starting to have a complete mental breakdown. He's been hanging on okay for a while- he's hanging out with the Science Team, Gordon can be in the same room as him sometimes, he's not as much as a wreck as he was immediately post-Xen (though that's not saying much). But the strings that have been holding his mental state up are slowly but surely fraying, and he cannot hold on forever- especially if he keeps refusing to process the INCREDIBLY TRAUMATIC EVENTS THAT OCCURRED DURING THE RESCAS AND XEN.

Stanley's character development is... So, one of my favorite interpretations of Stanley back when I first got into TSP was that Stanley was so, so idiotically stubborn. And a facet of that stubbornness was he REFUSED to directly communicate with words, instead communicating through body language, actions, and drawings. I'm going with something similar, and his arc is being forced to fucking communicate sometimes. He eventually HAS to communicate not through drawings, but more through sign language, and he HATES having to use words to communicate.

Benrey and Stanley's arcs also parallel each other in terms of the fact that both of them need to overcome just how fucking stubborn they are. Stanley despises the Narrator while also caring for him deeply, but admitting he cares is giving the Narrator some level of power over him. And he refuses to ever give him any power. They are in an eternal game, and giving the Narrator power is giving him an advantage, a bigger chance for an ultimate victory, which Stanley will never give.

Meanwhile Benrey loves so deeply, so painfully, and desperately wants to help and be helped, love and be loved, but he would genuinely rather claw his heart out than EVER admit that. Because there's a part of him that's very aware that everyone would stop viewing him as the pure evil villain he "knows" he is if they knew how much pain he was in. He does not want to be loved or cared for in the slightest. After all, since when do bad guys deserve that? (And also Benrey's a little asshole <333)

Tldr: Benrey's inability to communicate with Gordon is primarily driven by love and self-hatred, and Stanley's inability to communicate with the Narrator is primarily driven by rage and spite.

So the main parallels are between Gordon and the Narrator, and Benrey and Stanley. However, there are smaller scale parallels that are just as important and interesting.

Benrey and the Narrator are one of those smaller scale parallels. They're both beings beyond human who are aware of it's a game, who are far, far more powerful than their silly gay person they like tormenting affectionately. (Also they've both refused to process two unfathomably traumatic events- for the Narrator, it's the skip button end, for Benrey, it's Xen.)

But there's a crucial difference there- the Narrator has a deep need for control, while Benrey doesn't. The Narrator needs to control as much as he can, especially since he already has this much power, which tends to be addictive.

But Benrey doesn't really care that much- his mindset is far more akin to positive nihilism than the Narrator's. Benrey just explores his powers, has a little fun, acts a little silly.

(And ironically, this gives him far more control than the Narrator has. Being that obsessed with control and power doesn't let you accept that there are things you won't be able to control. Benrey's accepted that, the Narrator hasn't.)

Stanley and Gordon are far more obvious parallels. Both are player characters, both are somewhat controlled by the player (see: Not Stanley end), both have a lot of contradictory emotions of simultaneous love and hate towards their powerful obviously gay sillyboy.

But the main difference is that while Gordon reasonably freaks out about being the player character, Stanley doesn't have much reaction to it. Partially because he's been living in the parable for an eternity, and partially because he's kinda... shut off his ability to let himself feel anything about it. After all, if he starts feeling something about the fact that he's the player character, he'll have an existential crisis, and his whole house of cards is gonna come tumbling down.

Meanwhile Gordon straight-up can't shut off his emotions about it. Gordon feels everything- love, hate, anger, fear- and he feels it so much that it's painful. Stanley's completely disconnected from his emotions, but Gordon is painfully connected to them. He might TRY to push shit aside, he might TRY to not think about it, but he really can't avoid things as long as Stanley can. It's just in his nature- he's far more emotional than Stanley is.

PLEASE KEEP SENDING ME ASKS ABT THIS AU I HAVE NORMAL EMOTIONS ABOUT IT

[fairyfandommother]

'Young Royals' Season 2: An unhinged and unhelpful guide (it's a reaction, let's be real) to the First Four Minutes (Part 1).

Okay, y'all this is kind of late but I had things to do... and it seems that even though I had those things to do, Netflix decided to drop the fIRST FOUR MINUTES OF SEASON 2 WHAT THEFUCK?!

Take a look at this shit before we get into it y'all.

Alright... are you still alive? Are you fighting for your life in the trenches that are the countdown to November 1st? Like, OCTOBER IMMA NEED YOU TO HURRY THE FUCK UP AND END BECAUSE THIS IS NOT THE WAY! WE HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH!!

side note: do y'all think they sacked the netflix intern that said the season was dropping on the 2nd way back when we got the first photos?

0:02 SECONDS IN AND BITCH THE BREATHING?!?! HELLO???? I was 'babysitting' (the parents were at home but in another room so I was really just making sure they didn't hurt themselves/each other) when I saw this clip dropped so IMAGINE ME PRESSING PLAY IN A ROOM FULL OF CHILDREN I ABOUT DROPPED DEAD LET ME TELL YOU

Scene 1: Spliced together scenes of Simon Eriksson (Omar Rudberg) and Prince Wilhelm (Edvin Ryding) in an intimate embrace. Lots of tight shots of body necks, shoulders, hands holding tightly, noses in hair and on collar bones, and even a brief kiss.

The intimacy coordinators on this show are so??? like... brava. srsly. I'm happy Edvin and Omar get to work together and with such good IC's and directors because I imagine this level of comfort and ease with such heavily choreographed scenes can be difficult. And they really make it looks so natural and effortless.

Anyway, this is quite obviously a dream but I wonder if it could be a memory within a dream. Like, not only is Wille thinking of Simon in this moment but he's remembering what their time together was like and that longing is manifesting as a subconscious dream.

Scene 2: Prince Wilhelm wakes up alone in his room and it is revealed that Scene 1 was a dream he was having. The heavy breathing and quiet piano music fades into the sound of a vacuum cleaner as the light fades from gold to blue.

And I know 12 thousand people have already pointed this out but the slow fade from the warm and loving embrace of his dream to the cold blue tones of the real world where he wakes up alone in his bed? *chefs kiss* the DP/Director/Cinematographer/Anyone involved with lighting this show deserve the highest award. The way they work with colour and light is just magnificent.

Scene 2, continued: Prince Wilhelm sits up in bed in his messy room (framed through a doorway), pulls on a discarded t-shirt.

This is either a gentle reminder that this is a teenager and his room is likely always going to be messy or a visual representation of where Wille's life is: complete disarray. There are clothes everywhere, he picks up a t-shirt from the pile and puts it on without care.

He's going through it, y'all.

Also, in the spirit of unseriousness: damn, bitch. You live like this?

Scene 2, continued: Prince Wilhelm receives a text message from his cousin August (Malte Gardinger) which reads "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!".

I'm not gonna lie, this got a giggle out of me (bring back flip phones!). August, The Asshole of Arnas, has obviously been fighting tooth and nail to get in touch with Wilhelm and (AS HE MOTHER FUCKING SHOULD) Wilhelm is ignoring his ass. I bet that apology ain't even real.

Oh, I can't wait for him to stir up some mayhem.

Scene 3: Wilhelm walks past the vacuuming maid (who curiously does not acknowledge the Crown Prince) and down a dark hallway where he enters an empty room where a coat hangs from a low rack, a lone empty glass is on a round table before a window and a picture of Prince Erik hangs on the wall.

Here the tears go, y'all.

Fresh out of bed, hasn't even brushed his teeth or anything, the first thing he does is go to Erik's room. There's a single glass on a table and I'm not sure if that's some kind of ritual for mourning or if it's just a remnant of that room being lived in but all I know is that that empty glass got me going WHEW I HATE IT HERE!!!!

Scene 3, continued: Queen Kristina (Pernilla August) tries and fails to get Wilhelm's attention for a talk and imples that the two have not spoken since he returned from Hillerska at the end of last season. The Crown Prince closes the door in The Queen's face.

I don't know if Wilhelm passed her in the hall or if she followed him to Erik's room but it seems like Queen Kristina (who looks so good omg? Pernilla ily) and her favourite cousin are getting the same (DESERVED) silent treatment.

Now, I can't imagine losing a child and then having your only surviving one (and your heir to be exact) completely icing you out. That must sting as a mum. However, as a mum, it's really your job to protect your children until they can do it themselves.

Kristina has not been a very good mum and it's gonna (RIGHTFULLY) come back to bite her in the ass. She, at least, looks a little shameful in these shots. Mayhaps she'll even apologise and mean it. Mayhaps she'll actually dol out the consequences August SHOULD face for what he did. If not, I don't see this particular relationship improving anytime soon.

Sucks to suck, I guess?

Scene 3, continued: Wilhelm passes a hand over the coat reverently before trying it on himself. Kristina is apparently no longer at the door.

There is so much going on in this scene.

There is the symbolism of Wille putting on the late Crown Prince's jacket and the association with him stepping into that role and wearing that metaphorical jacket himself. There's also the fact that it's so ill fitting, both because Erik was obviously older than he was and perhaps a representation of Wilhelm not being the 'right fit' to fill the role of Crown Prince.

I wan't y'all to pay attention to that last shot of Wilhelm and notice how the jacket sort of hangs off him because idk if my eyes are playing tricks on me or what but... you'll see what I mean. OJO!!

(continued in Part 2!)

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

For the ask game! 1, 10, and 30!

Hiya Andy! I almost fell asleep mid answering this jfkdkgkdkf i hate being sick andyyyy 😭

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I'd def send a link to my masterlist/ao3 instead of giving just some work hahah!! What's a best introduction according to me could be a very meh work according to them, they need to pick whichever ones speaks to them based on looks! Even in my masterlist i add the work's tags hopping that it gives a better impression of what's going on than just character + title + genre... If it's a person I know I'll try to assign them a fic though >:)

10. How do you decide what to write?

In any given moment I have about 40 works i should be working on 💀 not even an exaggeration! 31 kinktober fics, 20 others that are a combination of old requests, napoweek fics, other challenges fics, random wips... wait that's more than 40. Anyway when you have so many things to write but without pressuring yourself about (hahahahagahahah), you have tons of already existing ideas to choose from, and you get to feel accomplished in the end of completing each one as a step towards clearing your goals! And coming up with a whole different random fic is fun too because you didn't see it coming. How do i choose what to work on at a time? It depends; if something inspires me during the day i match it with a fic it would fit in and write it before it can get away, but i also try to sit and write the next fic in line just like that, as a challenge >:) I'm trying to be flexible and not sweat it too much! Also if there is a holiday/bday/any occasion really, a fic comes out of nowhere, I don't know how this happens

Wow what thefuck was that wall of text. the next answer will be short

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Nothing comes to mind right away so I guess nothing too much to handle! I think I'd try to find my way around it without turning it down (if it's a request), but hasn't happened yet!

Ask game

[princess-of-pomefiore]

hii, how are you doing? i hope you had a nice day! can i have some h/cs for azul, leona, malleus and kalim with a s/o who, instead of kissing them, gives them an eskimo kiss to tease them? i just crave some fluff.. thank you very much!!

Azul is addicted to every piece of affection you’re willing to give him. When you lean towards him, he’s not doubting for a second, leaning in to get a kiss from you.

He is very surprised when instead, you’re rubbing your nose against him. He’s mostly confused, not knowing about this type of affection yet. There’s also a bit of disappointment, since he loves it when you kiss him.

At the same time, he can’t deny there was something nice about it. You were still close to him, you were looking at him... you were smiling at him.

“What did you just do?”

“I rubbed my nose against yours”

“Why?”

“It’s cute! Didn’t you like it?”

Oh he did, and he does admit it with a bit of a red face. He enjoys it when you do it again, holding your cheeks after you do so, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and enjoying the proximity. You’re one of the few people he feels completely safe with, after all.

This lazy lion loves it when you kiss him. It makes him feel wanted and loved, and he loves it when you show him how much you love him. His eyes lock on yours, a grin on his face, waiting for you to kiss him.

His grin is replaced by a mix between a scowl and confusion when you rub your nose against his. His nose pulls up and he leans back a little.

“Thefuck?”

“What? Rubbing noses against each other is cute!”

He rolls his eyes, but the smile is back on his face. You always came up with the weirdest shit and as much as he pretended to think it was annoying, he loved it when you surprised him.

He pulls you in for a kiss, cutting it short and instead bumping your cheek with his head and turning his head so his cheek was against yours.

“Did you just head bonk me?”

“So rubbing noses is cute but cheeks is not?”

You’re both laughing after that.

Seeing you hold on to his arms and looking up at him, Malleus leans down a little so you can reach his face easier. He could read you like a book, and he’d be stupid to pass up a kiss from you. He closes his eyes as he sees you coming closer, awaiting the sweet contact.

His eyes pop open with confusion when he feels something against his nose though. The look is funny enough for you to have to step back a little because you’re laughing too hard.

“Child of man... what did you just do?”

Once you explain what nose rubbing is to him, he steps forward, gently takes your face in his hands and rubs his nose against yours, keeping eye contact the whole time. His eyes are filled with nothing but love for you, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“You were right, this is very nice.”

Out of these people, Kalim is the only one who knows the concept of nose rubs. When you lean in for what he thinks is a kiss he’s more than happy to receive it, but when you rub your nose against his instead, he starts laughing and strongly wraps his arms around you.

“Y/N that’s so cute! Let’s do that again!”

He’s holding you close as he rubs his nose against yours enthusiastically, until he accidently buts heads with you. He instinctively lets go and grabs his head, before grabbing your head and apologizing, checking if he hurt you.

Once he realizes you’re fine and it was just a little bump, he starts laughing.

“Sorry I got a little excited. Can we do that again please? I’ll be calmer this time”

It quickly becomes his new favorite way to greet you, or to do when you’re snuggling together. Nose rubs never fail to make him smile.

[gobstoppr]

o shit i forgor to post this earlier !! this stupid dork is so important to me what thefuck . hes a mess . he is bad at everything . he finds 2 friends and now he constantly hangs out with them . they all care about each other so much but none of them would ever admit that outloud . he is a mess of social anxiety and thus refuses to ever admit he is wrong about anything . he sometimes clips into the floor because ghost while hes asleep .

[fendi-in-pariii]

Soooooo idk what’s going on here but the point of a sugar daddy is for him to be 15-20 years older then you. The older men who still look tf good will not be on the apps. They will be at restaurants,art galleries, country clubs,sports bars,Whole Foods in the richest area of town, in the business /first class lounge at the airport, at the sports wear stores in the richest area of town etc. The ugly men will be on the apps because all they’ve got is money and no looks or social skills. (A 23-39 year old most likely 80% likely will not be a sugar daddy ever,never ever.)

If you would rather choose looks over blue bills that’s fine. Just stop venting to me cuz I don’t want to hear it. There are fine ass young men in their 20s who even if they wanted to help financially can’t. Or if they do have it like that(will spoil their guy friends and watch you work), they will watch you struggle and talk about whatever little they do. Will wanna be roommates and request sex and tell you to be “Independent”. You will waste your youth with him and then he will cheat on you with a young girl who reminds him of you when y’all were younger. So while you turning your nose up at women who don’t fuck with 50/50 or broke men. You may want to wake the fuck up and learn a thing or two. We are grown and have bills it’s not a game out here .

Being a nice girl is an illusion. I have a 9-5 job, take dance ,kickboxing go to the gym 4 times out of the week, I am a full time student who is getting her degree with honors in June, and on top of that I’m currently running a few things and I have three solid men who I’m playing the spoiled gf role for. I don’t have time to be nice, I don’t have time to stay on the phone with a nigha and tell him the million and one things I did today and he gonna sit there and say “oh wow that’s crazy” and not even feel inclined to contribute in any way shape or form. I don’t have time for idle talk. I don’t care 🤷🏿‍♀️ so if I’m a bitch for that ,that’s cool. All I know is I sleep at night just thefuck fine knowing there’s a few grown ass men who teach me about running my own business, and can be used as a resource to me. They see me twice a month we go on dates and they deposit money into my account. I love that for me !!

2020 I’m not fucking playing or wasting my time. I’m not in the space to date for fun. I don’t have time for that shit. That idle ass dating where y’all breath on each other and don’t advance isn’t fun to me 🤷🏿‍♀️🤷🏿‍♀️🤷🏿‍♀️

[arachnofille]

♡  GORETOBER DAY 21 ♡  :  OVERGROWTH

* takes place in the faerie - merrye verse :)

The hunter should never have strayed from the path. Now, as he battles his way back, the same swamp that coaxed him so deep into its warm wilds has turned against him. The brush drags at him from every corner, and thorny boughs catch his clothes to tug him backwards with the gentle insistence of childrens’ hands. Hell, even the air smothers his forward momentum in its gelatinous set. The overgrowth swallows him to the ankle, so its no surprise that he trips. He swears as he tumbles & falls flat on his back. For a dazed second, he sees nothing but a ceiling of green. That’s when he hears it -- right by his ear, the whispered sibilance of slithering against the carpet of moss & rotting leaves. He jerks his head away from the sussuration, only to freeze when the long, undulating thing coils around his arm. Its fangs pierce his bicep, and the world narrows to that little locus of molten pain. The hunter has no choice but to look upon the snake that’s biting him, except ... It’s not a snake. The vine maintains the size of a slender wrist. It’s smooth & glossy, aside from the pale wisps of Spanish moss that fur its emerald - dark body. The thorns are miniature talons the color of burgundy wine, and two of them are buried halfway in his arm. Now, the hunter can see what tripped him. Identical creepers are tangled around his ankles in a noose - like embrace that tightens as he tries to kick free. Then, impossibly, they slip further up his legs in lazy spirals. “What the fuck,” he rasps, half - choked by the rich scent of animal musk & vegetable decay. “What the fuck, what thefuck, whatthefuck -- ” The question echoes in his mind, its meaning eroding with each repetition. He grabs the knife from his belt, but no sooner has he started sawing at the nearest vine than his wrist is caught & flung back by another one Pinned completely, the hunter thrashes against his constricting bonds in frantic contortions. The pressure increases, degree by unbearable degree, until he can feel his pulse slam through every millimeter of vein, until the nonstop crescendo-ing of pain blots out every other sense, until he fears his bones will splinter. The thorns slice through his clothes & split his skin, tearing raggedly through flesh & muscle as they’re dragged along. At last, he’s forced to give up the struggles that multiply his agony. The vines stop their incessant crawl, anchoring themselves around his armpits & on either side of his groin. They glisten black with his blood. The hunter lies there, sweat-soaked & panting. The green ceiling trembles above him, as though tickled by a breeze. There is no breeze. The vines begin to pull. With cruel languidity, his limbs are stretched taut, and his sockets are locked in a battle they’ll never win. Laughter rings out from the trees, girlish & melodic. The hunter has never heard anything so sweet or so awful.

[phereinnike]

hey vero! this is random but if you're looking for a top tier uquiz, definitely check this one out: uquiz. com/dGY3tE/if-you-were-a-deity-what-would-you-be-the-god-of?embed=False

👀 thanks for enabling my new favourite way to procastinate writing my disertation, I really love this for us (for real, one of my favourite things to do with my friends when we go out drinking is to take online quizzes and then call each other out, this is Peak Bonding, but now you have to tell me what you got so I can judge you too!) 

If you were a deity, what would you be the god of? 

I’ve been #CalledthefuckOut, at the beginning I was all ‘oh i’m quite distant with my own emotions this might be wrong’ and then I got to “When you find a film or a song that makes you feel something you play it until you get sick of it“ and oh. 

[stylesnews]

The Face - Volume 4 . Issue 1

A hand­shake can quell polit­i­cal unrest and sti­fle impend­ing war. It can, with a bit of spit, val­i­date a gentleman’s agree­ment, end a years-long roman­tic rela­tion­ship or send a young heart rac­ing. But it all depends on the two par­ties involved.

Daisy, 21, felt a seis­mic jolt when Har­ry Styles, 25, wear­ing a striped jumper and rings on three of his five fin­gers, clutched her hand two days after this year’s Met Gala in New York, when she served him gela­to at the shop where she worked.

“He decid­ed on a small mint choco­late gela­to and I made his and the one for his friend and I said, ​‘Can I just say I absolute­ly loved your Met Gala look’ and he said ​‘Thank you very much! What’s your name?’ And I said, ​‘Daisy’ AND HE FUCK­ING EXTEND­ED HIS HAND AND REACHEDTO SHAKE MY HAND AND I ACTU­AL­LY FUCK­ING SHOOK HIS HAND WHAT THEFUCK,” she wrote on Insta­gram after The Shak­en­ing. ​“Like I didn’t even say any­thing to gas him up besides ​‘I loved your met gala look’ and his fine ass went and shook my hand! WHATA BEAU­TI­FUL FUCK­ING HUMAN BEING THAT HE IS GOD BLESS HIM AND I HOPE HW[sic] LIVES FOREVER.”

For Har­ry Styles, a hand­shake can be a roman­tic ges­ture, con­jur­ing a potent rev­er­ence in its recip­i­ent, like the time he met Gucci’s cre­ative direc­tor Alessan­dro Michele. ​“He was as attrac­tive as James Dean and as per­sua­sive as Gre­ta Gar­bo. He was like a Luchi­no Vis­con­ti char­ac­ter, like an Apol­lo: at the same time sexy as a woman, as a kid, as a man,” Michele told me, has­ten­ing to add: ​“Of course, Har­ry is not aware of this.”

No, Styles has no idea the pow­er he wields. In per­son, he’s tow­er­ing, like some­one who is not that much taller but whose rep­u­ta­tion adds four inch­es. Styles has a seda­tive bari­tone, spo­ken in a rum­my north­ern Eng­lish accent, that tum­bles out so slow­ly you for­get the name of your first born, a swag­ger that has been nursed and per­fect­ed in myth­i­cal places with names like Pais­ley Park, or Abbey Road, or Grace­land. Makes com­plete sense that he would be up for the role of Elvis Pres­ley in Baz Luhrmann’s upcom­ing biopic. He was primed, nay, born to shake his hips, all but one but­ton on his shirt cling­ing for dear life around his tor­so. Then the part was award­ed to anoth­er actor, Austin Butler.

“[Elvis] was such an icon for me grow­ing up,” Styles tells me. ​“There was some­thing almost sacred about him, almost like I didn’t want to touch him. Then I end­ed up get­ting into [his life] a bit and I wasn’t dis­ap­point­ed,” he adds of his ini­tial research and prepa­ra­tions to play The King. He seems relaxed about los­ing the part to But­ler. ​“I feel like if I’m not the right per­son for the thing, then it’s best for both of us that I don’t do it, you know?”

Styles released his self-titled debut solo album in May 2017. The boy­band grad was clear­ly unin­ter­est­ed in hol­low­ing out the charts with more for­mu­la­ic meme pop. Instead, to the sur­prise of many, he dug his heels into retro-fetishist West Coast ​’70s rock. Some of the One Direc­tion fan-hordes might have been con­fused, but no mat­ter: Har­ry Styles sold one mil­lion copies.

Despite its com­mer­cial and crit­i­cal suc­cess, he didn’t tour the album right away. He want­ed to act in the Christo­pher Nolan film Dunkirk. To his cred­it, his por­tray­al of a British sol­dier cow­er­ing in a moored boat on the French beach­es as the Nazis advanced wasn’t skew­ered in the press like the movie debuts of, say, Madon­na or Justin Tim­ber­lake. Per­haps he was fol­low­ing advice giv­en by Elton John, who had urged him to diver­si­fy. ​“He was bril­liant in Dunkirk, which took a lot of peo­ple by sur­prise,” John writes in an email. ​“I love how he takes chances and risks.” Act­ing, unlike music, is a release for Styles; it’s the one time he can be not himself.

“Why do I want to act? It’s so dif­fer­ent to music for me,” he says, sud­den­ly ani­mat­ed. ​“They’re almost oppo­site for me. Music, you try and put so much of your­self into it; act­ing, you’re try­ing to total­ly dis­ap­pear in who­ev­er you’re being.”

Fol­low­ing the news that he missed out on Pres­ley, his name was float­ed for the role of Prince Eric in Disney’s live-action remake of The Lit­tle Mer­maid. How­ev­er, fans will have to wait a bit longer to see Styles on the big screen as that idea, too, has sunk. He won’t be The King or the Prince. ​“It was dis­cussed,” he acknow­ledges before swift­ly chang­ing the sub­ject. ​“I want to put music out and focus on that for a while. But every­one involved in it was amaz­ing, so I think it’s going to be great. I’ll enjoy watch­ing it, I’m sure.”

The new album is wrapped and the sin­gle is decid­ed upon. ​“It’s not like his last album,” his friend, rock ​‘n’ roll leg­end Ste­vie Nicks, told me recent­ly over the phone. ​“It’s not like any­thing One Direc­tion ever did. It’s pure Har­ry, as Har­ry would say. He’s made a very dif­fer­ent record and it’s spectacular.”

Beyond that, Styles is keep­ing his cards close to his chest as to his next musi­cal move. How­ev­er, the air is thick with rumours that his main wing­man for HS2 is Kid Har­poon, aka Tom Hull, who co-wrote debut album track Sweet Crea­ture. No less an author­i­ty than Liam Gal­lagher told us that both big band escapees were in the same stu­dio – RAK in north-west Lon­don – at the same time mak­ing their sec­ond solo albums. Styles played him a cou­ple of tracks, ​“and I tell you what, they’re good,” Gal­lagher enthused. ​“A bit like that Bon Iver. Is that his name?”

Har­ry Styles met Nicks at a Fleet­wood Mac con­cert in Los Ange­les in April 2015. Some­thing about him felt authen­tic to the leg­endary front­woman: ground­ed, like she’d known him for­ev­er, blessed with a win­ning moon­shot grin. A month lat­er, they met back­stage at anoth­er Mac gig, this time at the O2 in Lon­don. Styles brought a car­rot cake for Nicks’ birth­day, her name piped in icing on top. By her own admis­sion, Nicks doesn’t even cel­e­brate birth­days, so this was a sur­prise. ​“He was per­son­al­ly respon­si­ble for me actu­al­ly hav­ing to cel­e­brate my birth­day, which was very sweet,” she says.

Styles’ rela­tion­ship with Nicks is hard to define. Induct­ing her into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in New York as a solo artist ear­li­er this year, his speech hymned her as a ​“mag­i­cal gyp­sy god­moth­er who occu­pies the in-between”. She’s called him her ​“lovechild” with Mick Fleet­wood and the ​“son I nev­er had”. Both have moved past the pre­lim­i­nary chat acknowl­edg­ing each other’s unquan­tifi­able tal­ents and smooth­ly accel­er­at­ed towards play­ful cut-and-thrust ban­ter of a witch mom and her naughty child.

They per­form togeth­er – he sings The Chain and Stop Drag­gin’ My Heart Around; she sings the one alleged­ly writ­ten about Tay­lor Swift, Two Ghosts. One of those per­for­mances was at the Guc­ci Cruise after­par­ty in Rome in May, for ​“a lot of mon­ey”, Nicks tells me, in a ​“big kind of cas­tle place”. She has become his de fac­to men­tor – one phone call is all it takes to reach the Queen of Rock’n’Roll for advice on sequenc­ing (“She is real­ly good at track list­ing,” Styles admits) or just to hear each other’s voic­es… because, well, wouldn’t you?

Fol­low­ing anoth­er Fleet­wood Mac con­cert, at London’s Wem­b­ley Sta­di­um, in June, Nicks met Styles for a late (Indi­an) din­ner. He then invit­ed her back to his semi-detached Geor­gian man­sion in north Lon­don for a lis­ten­ing par­ty at mid­night. The album – HS2or what­ev­er it’ll be called – was fin­ished. Nicks, her assis­tant Karen, her make-up artist and her friends Jess and Mary crammed onto Styles’ liv­ing-room couch. They lis­tened to it once through in silence like a ​“bunch of edu­cat­ed monks or some­thing in this dark room”. Then once again, 15 or 16 tracks, this time each of his guests offer­ing live feed­back. It wrapped at 5am, just as the sun was bleed­ing through the curtains.

Even for a pop star of Styles’ stature, press­ing ​“play” on a deeply per­son­al work for your hero to digest, watch­ing her face react in real time to your new music, must be… what?

“It’s a dou­ble-edged thing,” he replies. ​“You’re always ner­vous when you are play­ing peo­ple music for the first time. You’ve heard it so much by this point, you for­get that peo­ple haven’t heard it before. It’s hard to not feel like you’ve done what you’ve set out to do. You are hap­py with some­thing and then some­one who you respect so much and look up to is, like: ​‘I real­ly like this.’ It feels like a large stamp [of approval]. It’s a big step towards feel­ing very com­fort­able with what­ev­er else hap­pens to it.”

Wad­ing through Styles’ back­ground info is exhaust­ing, since he was spanked by fame in the social media era where every god­dam blink of a kohl-rimmed eye has been doc­u­ment­ed from six angles. (And yes, he does some­times wear guyliner.)

Deep breath: born in Red­ditch, Worces­ter­shire, to par­ents Des and Anne, who divorced when he was sev­en. Grew up in Holmes Chapel in Cheshire with his sis­ter Gem­ma, mum and step­dad Robin Twist. Rode hors­es at a near­by sta­ble for free (“I was a bad rid­er, but I was a rid­er”). Stopped rid­ing, ​“got into dif­fer­ent stuff”. Formed a band, White Eski­mo, with school­mates. Aged 16, tried out for the 2010 run of The X Fac­torwith a stir­ring but aver­age ren­di­tion of Ste­vie Wonder’s Isn’t She Love­ly. Cut from the show and put into a boy band with four oth­ers, Louis Tom­lin­son, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik, and called One Direc­tion. Became inter­na­tion­al­ly famous, toured the globe. Zayn quit to go solo. Toured some more. Dat­ed but maybe didn’t date Car­o­line Flack, Rita Ora and Tay­lor Swift – whom he report­ed­ly dumped in the British Vir­gin Islands. (This rela­tion­ship, if noth­ing else, yield­ed an icon­ic, can­did shot of Swift look­ing deject­ed, being motored back to shore on the back of a boat called the Fly­ing Ray.) One Direc­tion dis­cussed dis­band­ing in 2014, actu­al­ly dis­solved in 2015. They remain friend­ly, and Styles offi­cial­ly went solo in 2016.

It’s been two years since his epony­mous debut and lead sin­gle, Sign of the Times, shocked the world and Elton John with its swag­ger­ing, soft rock sound. ​“It came out of left field and I loved it,” John says.

After 89 are­na-packed shows across five con­ti­nents grossed him, the label, whomev­er, over $61mil­lion, Styles had all but dis­ap­peared. He has emerged only inter­mit­tent­ly for pub­lic-fac­ing events – a Guc­ci after­par­ty per­for­mance here, a Met Gala co-chair­ing there. He relo­cat­ed from Los Ange­les back to Lon­don, sell­ing his Hol­ly­wood Hills house for $6 mil­lion and ship­ping his Jaguar E-type across the Atlantic so he could take joyrides on the M25.

“I’m not over LA,” he insists when I ask about the move. ​“My rela­tion­ship with LA changed a lot. What I want­ed from LA changed.”

A great escape, he would agree, is some­times nec­es­sary. He was in Tokyo for most of Jan­u­ary, hav­ing near­ly fin­ished his album. ​“I need­ed time to get out of that album frame-of-mind of: ​‘Is it fin­ished? Where am I at? What’s hap­pen­ing?’ I real­ly need­ed that time away from every­one. I was kind of just in Tokyo by myself.” His sab­bat­i­cal most­ly involved read­ing Haru­ki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chron­i­cle, singing Nir­vana at karaoke, writ­ing alone in his hotel room, lis­ten­ing to music and eaves­drop­ping on strangers in alien con­ver­sa­tion. ​“It was just a pos­i­tive time for my head and I think that impact­ed the album in a big way.”

Dur­ing this break he watched a lot of films, read a lot of books. Some­times he texts these rec­om­men­da­tions to his pal Michele at Guc­ci. He told Michele to watch the Ali Mac­graw film, Love Sto­ry. ​“We text what friends text about. He is the same [as me] in terms of he lives in his own world and he does his own thing. I love dress­ing up and he loves dress­ing up.”

Because he loves dress­ing up, Michele chose Styles to be the face of three Guc­ci Tai­lor­ing cam­paigns and of its new gen­der­less fra­grance, Mémoire d’une Odeur.

“The moment I met him, I imme­di­ate­ly under­stood there was some­thing strong around him,” Michele tells me. ​“I realised he was much more than a young singer. He was a young man, dressed in a thought­ful way, with uncombed hair and a beau­ti­ful voice. I thought he gath­ered with­in him­self the fem­i­nine and the masculine.”

Fash­ion, for Styles, is a play­ground. Some­thing he doesn’t take too seri­ous­ly. A cou­ple of years ago Har­ry Lam­bert, his styl­ist since 2015, acquired for him a pair of pink metal­lic Saint Lau­rent boots that he has nev­er been pho­tographed wear­ing. They are exceed­ing­ly rare – few pairs exist. Styles wears them ​“to get milk”. They are, in his words, ​“super-fun”. He’s not sure, but he has, ball­park, 50 pairs of shoes, as well as full clos­ets in at least three post­codes. He set­tles on an out­fit fair­ly quick­ly, maybe changes his T-shirt once before head­ing out, but most­ly knows what he likes.

What he may not ful­ly com­pre­hend is that sim­ply by being pho­tographed in a gar­ment he can spur the career of a design­er, as he has with Har­ris Reed, Palo­mo Spain, Charles Jef­frey, Alled-Martínez and a new favourite, Bode. Styles wore a SS16 Guc­ci flo­ral suit to the 2015 Amer­i­can Music Awards. When he was asked who made his suit on the red car­pet, Guc­ci began trend­ing world­wide on Twitter.

“It was one of the first times a male wore Alessandro’s run­way designs and, at the time, men were not tak­ing too many red car­pet risks,” says Lam­bert. ​“Who knows if it influ­enced oth­ers, but it was a spe­cial moment. Plus, it was fun see­ing the fans dress up in suits to come see Harry’s shows.”

Yet tra­di­tion­al gen­der codes of dress still have the minds of mid­dle Amer­i­ca in a choke­hold. Men can’t wear women’s clothes, say the online whingers, who have labelled him ​“trag­ic”, ​“a clown” and a Bowie wannabe. Styles doesn’t care. ​“What’s fem­i­nine and what’s mas­cu­line, what men are wear­ing and what women are wear­ing – it’s like there are no lines any more.”

Elton John agrees: ​“It worked for Marc Bolan, Bowie and Mick. Har­ry has the same qualities.”

Then there is the ques­tion of Styles’ sex­u­al­i­ty, some­thing he has admit­ted­ly ​“nev­er real­ly start­ed to label”, which will plague him until he does. Per­haps it’s part of his allure. He’s bran­dished a pride flag that read ​“Make Amer­i­ca Gay Again” on stage, and plant­ed a stake some­where left of cen­tre on sexuality’s rain­bow spectrum.

“In the posi­tion that he’s in, he can’t real­ly say a lot, but he chose a queer girl band to open for him and I think that speaks vol­umes,” Josette Maskin of the queer band MUNA told The Face ear­li­er this year.

“I get a lot of…” Styles trails off, wheels turn­ing on how he can dis­cuss sex­u­al­i­ty with­out real­ly answer­ing. ​“I’m not always super-out­spo­ken. But I think it’s very clear from choic­es that I make that I feel a cer­tain way about lots of things. I don’t know how to describe it. I guess I’m not…” He paus­es again, piv­ots. ​“I want every­one to feel wel­come at shows and online. They want to be loved and equal, you know? I’m nev­er unsup­port­ed, so it feels weird for me to over­think it for some­one else.”

Sex­u­al­i­ty aside, he must acknowl­edge that he has sex appeal. ​“The word ​‘sexy’ sounds so strange com­ing out of my mouth. So I would say that that’s prob­a­bly why I would not con­sid­er myself sexy.”

Har­ry Styles has emerged ful­ly-formed, an anachro­nis­tic rock star, vague in sen­si­bil­i­ty but des­tined to impress with a dis­arm­ing smile and a warm but firm handshake.

I recite to him a quote from Chrissie Hyn­de of The Pre­tenders about her time atop rock’s throne: ​“I nev­er got into this for the mon­ey or because I want­ed to join in the super­star sex around the swim­ming pools. I did it because the offer of a record con­tract came along and it seemed like it might be more fun than being a wait­ress. Now, I’m not so sure.”

Styles – who worked in a bak­ery in a small north­ern town some time before play­ing to 40,000scream­ing fans in South Amer­i­can are­nas – must have wit­nessed some shit, been invit­ed to a few pool­side sex par­ties, in his time.

“I’ve seen a cou­ple of things,” he nods in agree­ment. ​“But I’m still young. I feel like there’s still stuff to see.”

[javid-s]

Bill’s breath is warm on his lips; he’s so close, barely an inch between them, and it would be so easy to close the distance right then and there…

Bill murmurs his name, a whispered “Darcy,” and it’s over.

Darcy breaks every rules he’s ever been taught, pushes forward, and presses their mouths together.

(Next thing he knows, Bill is flush against him, his hands searching—for what, he’s not sure—but it feels right, feels like years of unspoken words and repressed emotions, feels like relief.)

R A P I D E S C A L A T I O N

anyways i suddenly got extremely invested in darcy/bill i gee too gee

[brenssi-blog]

Sometimes I kinda wanna ask TK’ers why they so desperately want TK to be real? Like what’s in it for you? Had they been loud af and extremely drawn to each other instead of KM, I would’ve definitely agreed. Because that’s something we as fans get to see and witness, hence you can root for it because you support their happiness. But if you have to slow down moments, constantly mention that “their stuff happens backstage”, attempt to counterclaim other moments with stuff that happend years ago, attack other people because they don’t see it & even lie about things happening that didn’t ... thefuck are you doing?

Like you’re cleary doing it for yourself and not because they appear to be happy together. You merely want your bias to be with someone you consider appropriate for them and that somehow fulfills your needs. 

You know how unhealthy that is? These are their lives and they can do whatever they want with them and be with whoever makes them happy. If you don’t agree with that you should definitely take a hard look in the mirror and get your thoughts sorted out.

I could say that this doesn’t apply to all TK’ers, that it’s merely about some and that there are toxic Jikookers as well. But you know what, I’m sick and tired of people yet again asking for a TK selca under KM’s video, people dismissing KM sticking together (and riding together) as some hiding tactic bighit is using & people claiming their friend’s mom is working for bighit thus knowing that TK is real.

Grow up, seriously.

[sevenmakemeweak]

Map of the Soul: Persona review

Just some of my first thoughts when listening to the new album. (also without having read any lyrics)

Intro: Persona: Let's go old school. Bring back that track. Stand up. Let's get it. Comfort. Relatable. Freedom.

Boy With Luv: Popsicles in the sun by the pool. Flirty eyes. Warm. Fun in the sun. First love. Summer fling. Tart. Lemonade. Glitter.

Mikrokosmos: My 80's summer love story. Driving at night under the stars. Time. Fireworks. Young Forever. Spinning in circles.

Make It Right: My heart aches from just the melody alone. The music holds so much emotion. Break up. Either a break up with them, wanting to "make it right" again, or them letting you know that they're there and can "make it right" for you after your break up with someone else. A breath against your neck. Close and tight slow dancing. Crying on a cloudy day. Emotional pain. Sobbing. Break/Make up sex.

HOME: Chill jam. The hype-est bop. Rollercoaster. Paradise Pt.2. Soulful. You can hear how big their smiles are. How happy they were recording this. I see it as they're saying their home is each other. :' (

Jamais Vu: School dance. Slow song. Disco ball. Coming of age. Daydreaming.

Dionysus: A N T H E M !! Watch thefuck out!! Somethings coming. Anime opening. Wrestling intro. Basketball pre-game. Was literally by myself, in my car, and I said out loud, "What the fuck just happened?!"