I seriously don't get it. Like, you can be a fan of an actor or a director and it doesn't mean you automatically love every single movie they've ever been in or made. You can talk normally with other fans about what you loved and what you didn't. And *gasp* you might have different opinions because taste is subjective! And just because it's not your type of movie doesn't mean you won't give it a chance or not be excited about the next one.
Why is the attitude towards BTS so different? Hell, sometimes they don't even love the work they put out or change their minds on it as their tastes evolve. You can support and love JK and wish for his happiness and success without vibing with every single thing he does. And it's ok to talk to each other about it without it being classified as a personal attack on the artist. The whole point of art is to provoke thought and discussion!
i think the reason why the attitude is different toward bts is bc kpop fandoms (and maybe this fandom especially) are toxic as hell 😭 the kpop fandom culture sucks and i think we can all agree on this. literally anything less than absolute worship is considered “hate” and (as you said) “a personal attack on the artist”, which i think is stupid as hell because ??? make it make sense. 😑
yeah i don’t know why it’s such a “controversial” thing to have an opinion that’s different than the majority of the fandom, an opinion that doesn’t include always screaming about how much you love bts and the thing they’re doing. i say bts but honestly i only ever see this kind of stuff happening with jk. 95% of the discourse i come across is jk discourse.
i am literally a jk stan. we all know that. if i love a thing he does, i’ll proudly say it. i can yell about how much i love Stay Alive all day long. you guys KNOW how much this blog used to revolve around jk. clearly i am not “out to get him” and i am not lurking in the shadows with my little rat hands waiting for him to release new content just so i can dunk on him. 😑
as a fan and a literal consumer of his music, i am allowed to have certain expectations. he doesn’t seem to be going down the direction that i would’ve liked, and that’s perfectly fine. you do you, boo 😗 if it’s not my taste, then it’s not my taste. but i’m still allowed to have my opinions on this and i’m still allowed to express them.
expressing my disappointment does not mean that i hate him or i don’t support him anymore. it’s as simple as that, but apparently even that is still a very hard pill for a lot of people to swallow. “but they see everything!” okay lol i can guarantee you (not you anon, just people in general) that bts are not creeping on my tumblr blog and taking notes of every single thing that i’m saying about them. even if they are, i can still guarantee you that they do not care lol. me not listening to a song/album literally will not affect their streams at all. it will not affect their revenue in any way. jk is still a multi millionaire whether or not i listen to or buy jjk1. he does not give a shit about me because he does not know i exist lol.
with that said, a big reason why i am PISSED is because of the fans. jk doesn’t care about me, do you think he’s crying in his room because i said i didn’t like a song? do you think that he - a 26-year-old grown ass adult and global superstar with 10 years of experience under his belt - cannot handle criticism? do you think he’s a baby in an adult man’s body or something that you feel like you personally have to defend him against any and all criticism? that you have a duty to make sure that he doesn’t hear anything less than positive that people have to say about him?
if your answer is yes, then, well, idk what else to say to you lol.
but if your answer is no, and you still come after people for having different opinions, then lol sorry i think you’re weird 🤷♀️ why can i only speak my mind when it’s something along the lines of “OH MY GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH. ALBUM OF THE CENTURY”? when i say something as simple as “i’m a little disappointed by this. this isn’t something i really vibe with,” i’m considered a hater, an anti, and told to shut the fuck up? why can i only say what i really think when it aligns with what the majority of the fandom is thinking?
i am not attacking jk by not being into his music. i am not attacking jk stans by having a different opinion than they do. i am literally just being honest about what i think, my opinions which only affect me. what is so hard to understand about that lol
another point that i would like to touch on is when people say things like “but why can’t you let people enjoy it?” erhm. i’m not going into people’s inboxes and screaming in people’s faces “I DON’T LIKE IT, SO WHY DO YOU? YOU SHOULDN’T LIKE IT EITHER!” 😑 if my not liking the music ruins your fun, if it genuinely hurts and upsets you, then maybe you should take a step back from all of this and reevaluate. if you are hurt by an online stranger having a different opinion than you about something as simple as MUSIC (which is subjective to everyone’s personal taste) made by someone you will never know, then i don’t think the internet is for you, honestly.
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Afraid of the dark
When I was little, I used to be afraid of the dark. Looking back then, I still can't figure out why.
My parents always told me I had a too vivid imagination, I guess that worked against me at night. Demons, monsters, murderers, and even Death itself seemed to pass through my room every day after ten o'clock. The only thing I thought that could protect me from those evil spirits of the shadows was to hide between the sheets and beg to fall asleep as soon as possible.
I think it was around the age of twelve when the night stopped being my enemy. I spent my days being a shadow of my old self, and by bedtime I had too much on my mind to worry about possible monsters in my closet. "Surely they are nothing compared to the ones in high school" I sarcastically mumbled to myself before falling sleep every day.
There were times I almost wished that they were real. That they would finally come for me. That they would take me to the place where there was no hope for light and no one would ever have to worry about me again. At least if they did, I wouldn't have to do it myself.
I guess when you feel lonely and completely helpless during the bright of the day, the terrors of twilight don't seem threatening or that bad anymore. I guess that sometimes I saw myself as another monster. As someone who didn't deserve to be loved. Someone who was meant to be pushed away. Someone who seemed to be bonded with the darkness and deathly silence forevermore.
After accepting that I was, in fact, a monster like the ones I imagined almost all my fears banished. If I am not wrong, a clever woman once said that nothing in life was to be feared; it was only to be understood. And when I became aware that my monsters were most likely to feel just like me, scared and alone; I decided not to fear them anymore.
In some way, the dreams and the nightmares became a way to escape from the monsters in real life. Holding my teddy bear and a warm brown blanket, I could convince myself that nothing bad would happen when I woke up (only for a couple of hours of course). And that was what I needed back then.
Now, with a few more years behind me, I know that monsters can't hurt me. That I am not one of them in disguise, and no one is. That sheets and dreams can't protect me forever from my problems. That If you find the right people, and you hold them close to your heart, you will never feel lonely again. That I was much braver that I thought. And that even if sometimes you need days, weeks, or months to gather the courage, you can fight the monsters. Not with shields, swords, magic powers or other kind of weapons; but with words and actions that showed how strong the broken ones can be.
Today if I happen to meet my demons wandering among the bookshelves, I encourage them to take a seat next to me and chatter in whispers. By day, we face each other in an eternal chess game that I hope I am winning, but at night we don't move the pieces. We only talk, accompanied by the stars and a cup of tea. I tell them of my plans. They remind me of all my fears as if I were not already aware of them, but decided to ignore them anyway.
I can open the window and feel the night breeze hugging and tickling my skin with so much care and playfulness. I am no longer afraid of resting my arms on its frame because I no longer feel the need to try to fly until I fall, and it's all over.
I can walk with my head high, smirk showing my dimples and let my eyes spark with a little wicked shine as saying them "You know what? I am not afraid of you anymore"
Because I am not afraid of the dark, and most important, I am not afraid of "them" anymore. Because I learned to see the beauty in the nights and the light inside me and in the people who mattered.
I guess that means growing up. Overcoming our fears and becoming stronger, right?
Written by Daniela Loy
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I don't know if you've heard, but there's this movie called Knock at the cabin. The premise isn't really important, but the three main characters were a gay couple and their daughter. And though the movie ends on a sad note, you can clearly see their love of each other at the end of the movie, where they embrace each other as the world ends.
I went to watch this movie with my Muslim aunt, my younger cousin. We watched this movie in one of the most Muslim countries in Africa, Djibouti.
There was no outrage, no one gave a shit. It's not the best movie adaptation out there, but it was an enjoyable watch, and I remember talking to my cousin about how cool the plot was and the imagery. It's not like this was a small movie theatre too: it was a movie theatre in one of the biggest malls in the country.
And then I go back home and suddenly I get jokes about how I must have been slumming it in Africa, or if we had wifi there, or whatever the fuck, and how I must have been forced to wear a hijab or something.
I want to shake people who have such a small minded perspective of the world that isn't Europe or North America. Like, your countries wouldn't have been so "civilized" if you hadn't relied on the back of OUR slavery and suffering. To this day my home country is plagued by foreign military bases and French visitors coming there and buying our land for cheap and building mansions, or our corrupt government being funded by foreign powers.
I wish people would just rage, even if the thought is unrealistic. Just form a mob and burst into the president's home and demand answers. Even if I hate the french, I admire the guts it must have taken to overtake the corrupt and chop off their head. It's a bit barbaric, but still😅.
I'm trying to express the want to reform the world from the ground up: it's been built for the rich and powerful, and nobody has been able to completely reshape it in a better version of itself.
You don't have to reply, I just want this story out there somewhere.
Thank you for sharing this.
I am not sure if my home country counts as a third world country but I know that the west europe sees us as some primitive country with people who have small mindsets and don't know shit about the world. Always being the butt of war jokes and the hatred between the different countries that's still very much present in the area. (And of course, we hate the gays. 🙄)
What they don't realize is that they are the ones with the small mindsets by thinking exactly what you described, especially about countries in Africa and the poor muslim countries.
I agree with everything else you said. Especially about them building their "rich" and "civilized" countries at the expense of the countries they call poor and uncivilized today.
Be serious, these people would still wash their asses only once a year if it wasn't for the "primitive" arabs and muslims.
Tbh, the other day I said to my mom that I wish the people from [country] would do the same to their leader that the french did to their kings lol
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hiii 😭 I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH 😔😔 I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where 🥲 it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping 🤧 TYSMM❤❤
strain — gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well 🫶💕🫶 also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (it’s still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)
you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.
however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.
but since it’s pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how you’re finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.
you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you don’t have to explain your situation right now.
the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!
so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.
after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, you’re finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.
a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.
not much time passes before satoru’s familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.
your husband has an abundance of energy.
but it seemed like today’s missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.
his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.
he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.
but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.
he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.
he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.
he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, “y/n?”
you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, “…what?”
while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, “did you get hurt on today’s mission?”
you’re no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.
then you hurriedly utter, “but I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!”
he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. you’re left to look him in the eyes. satoru’s eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least that’s how he is with you.
you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.
but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.
he doesn’t scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasn’t a big deal or that you didn’t want to bother shoko with it.
instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of “can I see it?”
you throw him a confused look, “why? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,” then you smile, “it’s not going to permanent if that’s what you’re worried about.”
he shakes his head, “it’s not that; I just—“ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, “just let me see it.”
perhaps it’s to silence his thoughts and to show him that you’re truly okay, as okay as you can be.
you’re still alive, and that’s what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.
reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.
he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.
you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you can’t help the wincing of your body.
satoru’s frown deepens, and with every move, your husband’s heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.
you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.
he straightens his back, “that’s a deep cut, y’know.”
“I know…”
“you also realize that the wound could’ve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?”
you huff, “listen, if you’re going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you know—“
“you could’ve died.”
you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he could’ve lost you.
your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, “but I didn’t, and dwelling on the fact that I might’ve died will only bother you for no reason,” you hold his hand, “I am here and alive, aren’t I?”
your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, “you’re hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.”
a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, “whatever shall we do.”
“if things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,” he states, and you roll your eyes.
“well, they’re going my way tonight, so—“ the clock strikes twelve, “happy birthday, silly boy.”
his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at what’s in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.
a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husband’s face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, “I really didn’t expect it this time!”
“you outdid yourself, pretty girl,” he hums, hand caressing your cheek.
“I still have a lot more things for you,” you beam with pride. satoru can’t contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.
you pat his back, “I love you too, ‘toru,” you laugh, “but you’re pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.”
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