#i mean. personally i put everything aside when watching a film regardless of when it came out

[starbuck]

was completely mystified for days by my cousins being like “let’s watch a movie!” and then BOTH OF THEM proceeding to stare at their phones throughout the entire film, glancing at the screen only whenever the dialogue or a musical cue implied that something Important was happening, only to realize that the issue is that modern films don’t rely on nearly as many purely visual elements as older films did, so my poor cousins missed over 50% of the jokes because i didn’t think to warn them that, when watching films directed by people who got their start before films had dialogue, you actually need to WATCH them to understand what is happening.

#realized this AS i was reading a review of the film i watched tonight and suddenly it ALL clicked #the visual gags were their favorite parts too - they just didn’t know they missed at least 90% of them 😂😂 #i mean. personally i put everything aside when watching a film regardless of when it came out #which DOES sometimes result in me getting bored #but like. tough cookies. that’s what i signed up for #it’s not a YouTube video. it’s not an audiobook. it’s not a podcast. #you have to WATCH it #if you don’t want to watch a movie then that’s cool #but don’t say you do and then look at your phone the whole time - ya know? #i feel like i’m gonna have to start clarifying this with people beforehand #because i DO have movies i would put on if people’s mileage was ‘vaguely entertaining background noise for my phone scrolling’ #but you’re not getting one of the Good Ones if that’s all you’re looking for #not even because i’m being judgey but because it fails to fulfill that purpose #they’re films that require your full attention #so if you can’t give them that - they won’t give anything back to you #i think that’s fair to say #oh also meant to mention that my cousins have degrees in theater and art respectively #so i just assumed they would inherently Get this #but they DIDN’T #and i was Not Prepared

[kurokoros]

If they don't put the stage play on Netflix, what's the point, because I'm from a non English speaking country. How am I supposed to know stuff when that play won't be in our theaters? It takes also so much time to translate it in order to be played. It's stupid, honestly why not give us the information in the actual show? Or make a separate mini series. They just should have given us more episodes within the show, even if they are just "filler" ones. God I hate this so much because I just know as an international fan I keep losing yet again, which makes me upset. Every time someone claims the Duffers are geniuses I have to laugh because did we watch the same show? Stranger things had so much potential, it hurts me physically what they have done, especially to the characters, worldbuilding aside but the way they assassinated 70% of the main characters for action plots is insane to me. Def hard to be a Steve stan when we get nothing each season.

I'm not a huge fan of any secondary media for works of fiction that have direct tie-ins to the primary media. Like, a huge part of why I refuse to get into the MCU is because it's basically impossible to enjoy later films without having watched everything else.

With Stranger Things I think it would be fine to do tie-in media that's part of a shared universe, but has absolutely nothing to do with the Hawkins characters. Because why the hell do we need a prequel about Hopper and Joyce? In stage play format? When nothing sci-fi has happened in Hawkins yet?

S4 was an absolutely shitty attempt at trying to tie everything into a nice big bow with Vecna/Henry/One and I absolutely hated it. Like, wow Duffers you introduced three new characters with mystery backgrounds??? Obviously they're all the same fucking person. And now we need a prequel about Hopper, Joyce, and Henry Creel? I'm already mad about the Creel murder retcon because a huge part of S1 was how Hawkins is a small town where nothing bad happens, and then the town is suddenly bombarded with missing person's cases (and a suicide that doesn't make sense), and the Duffers directly took away from that premise when they threw in a mysterious family murder that no one mentioned for three seasons.

I'm not even going to talk about the stage play anymore. I'm not going to watch it purely on principle because I can't think of a worse waste of time than a tie-in stage play. Like... we know what happened with the last stage play tie-in to a major franchise.

I'm just pissed about how far Stranger Things has fallen from S1 and S2. The early seasons actually focused on the characters and their trauma. Now everyone is a caricature with a vague semblance of personality, the worldbuilding is inconsistent, and the plotlines are horrible. I know some people think Stranger Things is slow-paced and somewhat boring, but I really do wish there was more filler to fully flesh out the characters. They could even add more action to the filler. Win-win.

I haven't trusted the Duffers' writing since S3 when they did that to Hopper. I also don't like the way they made Steve into kind of a loser. blah blah blah people will argue that it makes him endearing because the internet loves pathetic wet men, but there's a clear shift between S1-2 Steve and S3 Steve specifically, and the shift is that they made him stupid and took his charisma out back and shot it because they're insecure nerds who hate jocks.

The Duffer Brothers don't have teeth. Regardless of what they say, they aren't willing to make bold choices with their storytelling. They aren't willing to flesh out their characters more, or delve into their trauma. They aren't willing to make the world--the Upside Down--a real threat to the characters, because that means raising the stakes and needing to come up with more clever solutions to the plot than "El screams at the monster until it dies".

Regardless, I'm not watching the stage play. I'm only watching S5 because I still want to see how the story wraps up, but I'm not going to hold my breath about it being good.

#alisha babbles #anonymous #stranger things #strangerthoughts #stranger thoughts

[obsessive-ego]

Late night chats

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Beej chats with you when he knows you're not listening

Fluff, pining

It was a long rough week, you were absolutely exhausted, you could barely stand, your knees wobbled as you finally arrived home, everyday this week has been hell between work using you to cover everyone and do everything, and personal family drama you had to attend too, you were glad to finally be home, safe, quiet, where nothing was expected of you, you could finally recharge.

Kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag and jacket aside to deal with later.

As you shamble to your bedroom, eager to swap your work clothes to something less constricting, you tap away on your phone, ordering dinner, you were too tired to cook anyway.

In your bedroom, you were quick to ditch your uniform in replacement for an over sized shirt and a pair of pajama pants.

Removing your bra felt like a weight has been lifted, as you slip on your pajamas you felt 100 pounds lighter, you flop down on your bed, barely clinging to being awake, as you were about to doze off, your phone blares to life with its loud ringtone, you groan in frustration, you force your body to get up and dig for your phone in your pants pocket, you miss the call by a second, before you could check who it was it buzzes again, you nearly drop the phone, startled, you fumble with the gadget, quickly answering the call, assuming it was your incompetent coworkers needing a question asked.

"What are you wearing?~"

You frown, knowing that voice anywhere

"Beetlejuice-"

"Oh baby, you will be wearing me by the time I'm done with you~" he moans

You scowl at this joke, too tired to really deal with his sense of humor, yes the ghoul could easily make you laugh with their lewd jokes, but honestly you were so tired nothing else really mattered.

"What-"

"So we gonna hook up? Or are you standing me up?"

"What?"

"Y/n what day is it?"

You're silent for longer then youd like to admit, beetlejuice starts before you could respond

"Friday, movie night, so, let's hear that magic b word sweetheart~" he chimes in a sing song tone.

As tired as you were, I guess a chill movie night would be fine, if you doze off during you could survive the teasing, wouldnt be the first time.

"Hello? Sugar? I'm not hearing my name come from that pretty little mouth of yours~"

You snap back, guess you zoned out longer then you thought, you utter a quick sorry, and shuffle to the living room.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

Your apartment goes dark, you sigh, the ghoul had a thing for making an entrance

"HONEY IM HOME" the ghoul shouts, within seconds you are hoisted up from behind in a tight bear hug, Beetlejuice's head resting on you shoulder "babes I missed ya, you're such a mean little thing forgetting about our movie night, or were you just playing hard to get~" he purrs that last part.

Clearly embarrassed you try your best to squirm out of your predicament, the demon only cackles at your actions

"Keep wiggling like that sugar and your gonna give me a-"

The ghoul was interrupted by a knocking at your door, his eyes light up, before you could get a word in, you are dragged along to the front door

"Its showtime"

...

It was amazing how you were still able to order take out with all the nonsense beetlejuice did to the delivery guys, but it just goes to show that it's all about money, and let's be honest, nobody is gonna believe them, yeah sure, a zombie looking guy took the pizza and then turned into a pile of snakes.

...

Movie night was the same as always, Beej successfully snuggling up close with an arm around your shoulder, ever since the change of seasons he found you no longer took the lead on getting up close and personal, meaning he had to take initiative, not that he minded, since regardless of the temperature, you didnt mind him cuddling up, which was nice, you were so warm to the touch, he adored it.

Movie night was always a blast with the demon, yes you've seen this horror films 100 times, but watching them with Beej always made them more lively, his enthusiasm was so contagious. But as much fun as the evening together was you were officially out of energy, you tired in vain to keep awake, last movie night you dozed off midway through you delt with merciless teasing for a week, but all your effort was for not as you felt yourself slip into dreamland.

"Alright Doll what's up next in our-" the demon finally noticed you were out, he frowns, yeah it was cute, and sexy when you fell asleep on him, but it was really becoming kind of a pain on how hard you worked and how much it drained you, breathers are delicate, and besides he wanted to spend some real legit alone time with you.

The demon snaps his fingers and the two of you reappear in your bedroom, you being tucked into your bed, beej floats up beside you in a lounging position.

The ghoul stares at you, watching you naturally settle into a deep sleep, once a few moments have past and beetlejuice was sure you were out cold, he leans back placing his hands behind his head and let's out a deep sigh.

"Ya know doll, the other week I was in the netherworld for business, bumped into an old pal, buddy was going on and on about this demon he was banging, and boy, the look on his face when I told him I was banging a hot little breather, man, fucker was jealous, I mean we arent technically banging, yet." He whispered

This was a habit of Bj's chatting to you when you were asleep, he didnt need to sleep, so this was a nice way to pass the time.

"I showed him that photo of us lyds took, ya know the one, you were sitting on the couch playing with you phone and I had my head on your lap? Yeah, I keep it in my wallet, hell, it's the only thing in there" he snickers

You mumble something unintelligible, Beej hums in response

"Of course not sugar, I dont keep condoms in there, i prefer to go raw, demons cant get breathers pregnant anyways, wink wink"

The ghoul sighs reclining back and putting his hands behind his head

"Ya know, while I was down there, I had to file some paperwork with my Mom, the bitch she is, was going on and on about how I need to stop screwing around with breathers, she just doesnt get me, you know how it is"

You grumble in response

"Oh, yeah I know I told ya a sandworm ate her, shes back, it's a long story" he huffs with a scowl.

"Yeah she was saying how theres no point of me tricking another breather for a green card to live again, and I should leave you alone, fuck her, ya know, I dont need to trick ya for a green card, i know you're head over heels for me babes, and once you finally admit you love me and we fuck around for a bit, then I'll pop the question." He trails off looking in your direction, your were laying on your side facing the demon, as if you were awake listening to his every word, the demon sighs, staring at you sleeping form, god slash satan  he had no idea what he did to deserve you, his sweet caring breather. He could always come back to you, you were all his, you just didnt know it yet, and that was fine, for now, soon he'll get you to confess your undying love.

"What would I do without our little chats" he sighs, his eyes fixated on you, a purple hue begins to creep into his hair, he sighs again

"The only time I can be honest with ya huh babes?"

You mumble in response

"Its not like I dont WANT to be honest with ya, its just, come on, you gonna believe me? A demon from hell falling head over heels for a sweet little breather? I can barely believe it" he stares at you, his hair now completely purple.

"You know I love ya right?" The confidence in his voice fading, the question sounding more desperate then anything, as if the ghoul needed you to know or hed die again.

"...beee" you sigh

Beetlejuice perks up at the sound of your voice "bee?" Were you dreaming of him? The ghoul could just melt at the thought

"...beetlejuice"

You were

The purple in the demon's hair began to mix with hints of pink, his little breather was dreaming of him, the ghoul leans into you, his face inches from yours, studying your face in hopes to crack the mystery of what kind of dream you were having

"...beetlejuice" Again you mumble his name in your sleep

"Do you dream about me often babes? Ya know I dream of you~" he chuckles

"Beetle-"

Before you could finish the b word the demon shakes you awake

"Fuck" you say with a start "beetlejuice what are you doing" you grumble less then thrilled to be woken like this

"You were about to say the b word 3 times babes, had to put a stop to it" he chuckles sheepishly "you were babbling my name away in your sleep, guess you missed me huh?" His nervousness turned into a more confident jab

"I was? I-" you babble

"If you REALLY miss me baby cakes I could slip into bed with ya? Keep ya company" he leans in inches from your face, a moment passes and beetlejuice can see the hesitation in your face, yes he's snuck into bed with you multiple times, but he always left before you noticed.

"I wont do anything creepy" he begs grasping your hand as if to reassure you

"....okay" you whisper

The ghoul's eyes light up at your response in a flash he sheds his suit, leaving only a pair of boxers and slides under the covers next to you, the ghoul is over come by the warmth beneath the covers, and quickly latches on to your even warmer body.

"Good night Bee" you sigh "I'll try not to say your name 3 times"

"Night sugar♡" he cuddles into your chest making you the bigger spoon, though you were the smaller out of the two of you.

As you drift back into a deep sleep beetlejuice begins talking to you again

"You really know how to spoil a guy huh sugar, I guess I can wait a little longer till you say the 3 little words, as long as ya keep treating me like this♡ good night y/n, I love you"

#musical beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

[jostenneil]

Hello! I saw your post about the well-written female characters so i would like to know if you have more suggestions? Any genre would do! Thank you! ( ◠‿◠ )

sure! i am going to assume you'd still like it to be anime / manga since that's what the original post centered on as well

ooku by yoshinaga fumi (manga) → this series basically operates by a reworking of jp history wherein the shogunate is largely female and served by harems of men, due to a disease several decades prior that nearly wiped out men and left women needing to fill their roles in society. the way it subverts gender roles and explores how women act when they saturate positions of power is pretty engrossing to read about!

asahinagu by kozaki ai (manga/film) → the dynamics between the girls in this are so endearing and inspiring! the protag is a timid girl who decides to join the naginata club (think japanese fencing) when its strongest member saves her from a pervert, as a way to build up her own confidence and strength. it's rly nice to see that she isn't bullied into "manning" up, rather the positive but stubborn reinforcement of her teammates pushes her to change

tokimeki tonight by ikeno koi (manga/anime) → follows the daughter of a vampire and werewolf who has the odd power of being able to change into a carbon copy of anything she bites lol! ranze has to navigate a normal life around this ability, all while falling for a human pretty boy, despite the fact that she's not allowed to fall for a human. great shenanigans, later serious arcs that are engrossing and divine, and ranze is just a rly easy to love character whom i think a lot of girls can relate to

emma by mori kaoru (manga) → good one if you're a fan of historical romance novels, although not as much wish fulfillment. follows two protags, emma and william, who fall in love in victorian england despite class differences. emma's a maid while william's part of the gentry, and obv, that complicates things. really love this one bc i think it grounds itself in a lot of realism. emma's a very well built protag, and it's interesting to see the interplay between her desire to be with william and her recognition of society's reality

skip beat by nakamura yoshiki (manga) → i mean, ok. this is a no brainer, but i'll put it here anyway since it's been running so long, there's bound to be newer audiences unaware of it. kyoko imo is one of the most awe-inspiring shoujo protags at present. she's stubborn and relentless in terms of work ethic but also very humbled by the fact that she's a newcomer to the entertainment industry with much left to learn in order to succeed. the slow burn between her and ren is Agonizing and why i ended up dropping the manga, but nonetheless, she's a wonder to watch evolve

guardian of the spirit by uehashi nahoko (novel/anime) → the protag, balsa, sets out to atone for eight deaths by deciding to save eight lives. she becomes bodyguard to a prince in the process, who's targeted for murder by his dad. balsa's very much the maker of her own life and someone who stands by her decisions regardless of others' influence, which i rly appreciate! it's also rare to see a female warrior protagonist so that's nice too lol

eureka seven (anime) → [plays days by flow and cries] i watched this over a decade ago so my memory is shite but eureka and anemone are my complicated DAUGHTERS whom i would die for please just take my word for it. it's crazy that eureka is kinda the forgotten mecha series on the western side of things bc it became so popular in japan there's like multiple animes and movies and everything idek

the ancient magus' bride by yamazaki kore (manga/anime) → aside from the fact that the anime for this is gorgeously animated and has one of the best osts i've ever heard, chise is a really unique protagonist to watch grow. she's a bit subdued in demeanor due to prior trauma from people treating her poorly due to her lack of control over her magic, but being under elias's (the ancient magus) tutelage allows her to build confidence, control, and a love for the world that she nearly lost due to people rejecting her

claymore by yagi norihiro (manga) → haven't read this in years so my memory's hazy but if you're a fan of berserk or the dark fantasy genre in general, and would like a full female cast, hello! also fun little piece of trivia but when claymores reach like peak power the feeling is likened to a "climax" and the series posits that only women were good at this so. male claymores are no more. idk it's just hilarious to me like yes men are bad at sex!

oresama teacher by tsubaki izumi (manga) → by gsnk's mangaka! about a girl gang leader who gets expelled and has to restart at a new school where a teacher encourages her to head the public morals club, which aims to reform delinquents and improve the school's enrollment figures since it's doomed with drop outs. super funny and from what i remember not rly romance focused so if you're looking for a female mc with slightly different priorities and a less standard personality in terms of shoujo, it's pretty neat

#ooku #asahinagu #tokimeki tonight #skip beat #guardian of the spirit #eureka seven #the ancient magus bride #claymore #oresama teacher #mine:recs

[only-johnny-deppp]

“Whatever I’ve gone through, I’ve gone through. But, ultimately, this particular arena of my life has been so absurd...” 

 Johnny Depp’s NEW INTERVIEW!

Last saturday, August 14, The UK Times, released a new interview with Johnny for the Sunday Times section. It was realized sometime earlier this month, in London, probably on the same day he and Andrew Levitas were recording for the Q&A for the “Minamata” release in UK. This is Johnny’s first interview since the UK trials in London last year, and released three years after Johnny’s major interview for the British GQ Magazine. Here Johnny and Andrew Levitas speaks about “Minamata”, his future as actor and a thing or two about his personal life, although he cannot talk about the court case.

For those who couldn’t read yet, here is the FULL interview:  Enjoy.

***

“I’M BEING BOYCOTTED BY HOLLYWOOD”

Johnny Depp has a new film out this week. In the opening scene his character, the real-life photographer W Eugene Smith, says, “I’m done. I’m tired. My body is older than I am. I’m always in goddam pain. I can’t trust my f***ing dick any more. Constantly in a foul mood. Even the drugs bore me.”

I ask Depp if Smith’s despair resonated with him. Depp stops. Rocks back and forth. “That’s interesting,” he replies with painful hesitation.

“I didn’t approach playing Smith in that way… Although you bring your toolbox to work and use what is available. Having experienced...” He stops again. Depp takes any questions that might refer to his calamitous libel case last year slowly, in a mumbly, croaking drawl. “A surreal five years…”

In the film Smith needs to revive his reputation. In real life Depp’s task is even more daunting. Thanks to the judgment, everyone can call him a “wife-beater”. Now he must convince a Hollywood still convulsed by #MeToo that he’s not toxic — and that any attempt to rebuild his career is a risk worth taking. This is Depp’s first interview since the case.

We are speaking over Zoom, Depp in his London home, in front of a gold-framed painting. The 58-year-old is wearing a lot of clothes. Earrings. Floppy hat. Sunglasses. Bandana. Scarf. Checked shirt over a T-shirt with an indiscernible slogan. If you saw him on the Tube*, you might think he was off to work at the London Dungeon*, to play most of the characters.

PS. For those who are not familiar with British words: * Tube = British slang for London Underground, the subway trains. * London Dungeon = is a walk-through experience that recreates scenes from London's scary history in a mixture of live actors, special effects and rides.

Depp resumes, talking in broken sentences about the new film, Minamata, in which Smith, via Life magazine, exposes the brutal mercury poisoning of Japanese villagers in the early 1970s.

“How do we do this?” he asks rhetorically, meaning how to speak about the elephant in the Zoom. “Well, there’s no way one can’t recognise the absurdity of the mathematics.” He grins. “If you know what I mean?” No. “Absurdity of media mathematics.” He talks in riddles. “Whatever I’ve gone through, I’ve gone through. But, ultimately, this particular arena of my life has been so absurd...”

He trails off again. He is holding a big brown roll-up of some sort. “What the people in Minamata dealt with? People who suffered with Covid? A lot of people lost lives. Children sick...Ill. Ultimately, in answer to your question? Yeah, you use what you’ve got. But what I’ve been through? That’s like getting scratched by a kitten. Comparatively.”

Last July, I went to the High Court in London to watch Depp on another screen — a video from the socially distanced court where the Hollywood star was losing a libel action against The Sun after it called him a “wife-beater”. It was the grottiest showbiz trial of the century. There were photos of the actor passed out in a foetal slump, socks on show. One lengthy exchange involved faeces. Another urination, inside or outside a house, after a violent night with his ex-wife Amber Heard.

This had all been going on for a while. In 2016 Heard applied for a temporary restraining order against him. The couple had long endured a narcotic, booze-filled, childish relationship, but that does not matter — 12 incidents levelled against Depp were proved, said the judge, and abuse is abuse, regardless of how badly they both behaved. Depp wanted to appeal, but the court said no. Next April in the US he has a $50 million defamation case against Heard relating to an opinion piece she wrote about being the victim of domestic abuse. It may be his last roll of the dice.

In the 1990s Depp was a sensitive heart-throb. Cooler than DiCaprio, edgier than Pitt. In this past year he has been stripped of his status and dignity. On day three of the trial Sasha Wass QC, representing The Sun, asked Depp about daubing a penis on a painting. He could not remember. “That would be quite a big thing, painting a penis on a picture?”  Wass asked. “Quite a big thing?” Depp asked.

It was a well-delivered line, but Depp was on show. Performing. Now he is more timid, less lucid. His people say he cannot talk about the court case given the looming US trial, yet it hangs over everything. The director of Minamata, Andrew Levitas, is also on our call — as a pub trivia aside, Levitas is married to the Welsh singer Katherine Jenkins.

The two men clearly get on. “With regards to journalism, it was important for us to put across in the film the power of truth,” Levitas says. Depp nods. “The responsibility of journalists to look after citizens of the world. [Our film] coincided with the moment important publications had to put Raquel Welch on a cover to get enough eyeballs to sell enough ads in order to put something meaningful inside. A result of that is clickbait — it’s destroying the purpose of journalism,” Levitas continues.

“You said it beautifully,” says Depp, one of the world’s most pinned-up men, who built a career on magazine covers. “I couldn’t say it better than that.”

Last month Levitas wrote to MGM, which bought Minamata for the US market but decided not to release it. He accused MGM of being concerned that “the personal issues of an actor in the film could reflect negatively upon them”. Then the letter got really strong. Levitas accused MGM of failing in its “moral obligation” to release the film and said it needed to explain to the victims “why you think an actor’s personal life is more important than their dead children”. He then attached Smith’s photos of ghastly deformities that shocked the world 50 years ago.

“It’s important that the movie gets seen and supported,” Levitas says. “And if I get an inkling it’s not going to be, it’s my responsibility to say so. Where it goes from there? I don’t know. But we have responsibility to these victims . . .”

You can see why he’s passionate. The film is good. MGM bought the film because it is good. Depp is good too. He disappears into the role, far from his more recent pantomime parts. It’s being released worldwide, just not in the actor’s homeland.

Depp, who also produced the film, interrupts. “We looked these people in the eyeballs and promised we would not be exploitative. That the film would be respectful. I believe that we’ve kept our end of the bargain, but those who came in later should also maintain theirs.”

“Some films touch people,” he adds. “And this affects those in Minamata and people who experience similar things. And for anything…” He pauses, as he does. “For Hollywood’s boycott of, erm, me? One man, one actor in an unpleasant and messy situation, over the last number of years?” He trails off. “But, you know, I’m moving towards where I need to go to make all that…” Again, he trails off. “To bring things to light.”

The fact, as I think Depp knows, is that for his career, the court that matters is not one of law, but public opinion. On social media, where a lot of minds are made up, Depp’s good reputation will always outweigh the bad, thanks to his frequently blinkered fans.

Outside the High Court, as Heard arrived, I saw Natasha, 30, yell: “Get hit by a truck, Amber!” She is extreme, but the persistent way his fans demand that others think their idol is a saint shows a career revival will happen. After all, most filmgoers do not follow his private life at all. To them, he is Jack Sparrow, Edward Scissorhands. To them, he is a star — and a star can take an awful lot of heat before it burns out.

“They have always been my employers,” Depp says of his fans. “They are all our employers. They buy tickets, merchandise. They made all of those studios rich, but they forgot that a long time ago. I certainly haven’t. I’m proud of these people, because of what they are trying to say, which is the truth. The truth they’re trying to get out since it doesn’t in more mainstream publications. It’s a long road that sometimes gets clunky. Sometimes just plain stupid. But they stayed on the ride with me and it’s for them I will fight. Always, to the end. Whatever it may be.”

Depp will talk like this for ever — about his “truth”. Minamata is the last film Depp has listed on the industry site IMDb, where actors usually have half a dozen in development. So, yes, fans of the actor can see Depp in a new role now — it is a return, but is it a relaunch? The film was finished in 2019, way before last year’s court case. Is that it? His last film? He thinks and looks off to his bookshelves, at biographies of Betjeman and Olivier.

“Er...no,” he says, eventually. “No. No. Actually, I look forward to the next few films I make to be my first films, in a way. Because once you’ve...Well, look. The way they wrote it in The Wizard of Oz is that when you see behind the curtain, it’s not him. When you see behind the curtain, there’s a whole lot of motherf***ers squished into one spot. All praying that you don’t look at them. And notice them.”

I would ask him to explain, but I am not sure he is an explainer. Watch this space, I guess, but he is already taking a first step back. After we speak, it is announced Depp is getting the coveted Donostia award at the San Sebastian Film Festival next month. Some people are just too famous to fail.

~ Interview by Jonathan Dean, in London, for The Times UK (released on August 14, 2021)

#Johnny Depp #New Interview #Interview #Minamata #Justice For Johnny Depp #I Believe Him #Johnny Depp is Innocent #The Times UK

[blu-joons]

DATING SUPER JUNIOR HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kim Heechul

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He is very affectionate with you, no matter the situation. You knew from the moment you met him how flirty he was, and that often translates with how often he likes being as close to you as possible so he can tease you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You were very aware of how popular he was when you first met him, you brushed his behaviour aside as him just trying to be nice. It was only when he began to call you and ask you out for coffee you began to think that maybe there was something more to the two of you. Heechul tried to be subtle and play it cool, but everyone knew he was into you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Most of his previous relationships hadn’t worked out, so Heechul knew to confess to you with the confidence that he saw this one working out. He invited you out to dinner one night, a lot fancier than the places that the two of you usually met at. From the moment you sat down that night you had the feeling that was something was going on, only for it to be confirmed when Heechul began to tell you exactly how he felt.

D ⇴ DATES

He tried to protect you from the outside a lot, which meant plenty of dates ended up at his place. He’d usually order food in, to protect his kitchen getting messy, and find a good movie or sitcom for the two of you to watch. Dates in public always worried him as he didn’t know who was watching, he’d usually take you out on anniversaries or birthdays, or if you’d had a rough day. It never bothered you though where the two of you were, Heechul always made a date exciting regardless of where you both were.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

It’s no secret that he’s been on several dates and been in several relationships, but none of them tended to last. He’d never allowed it do discourage him as he always held out for the one, who he felt like he’d found with you. There was something between the two of you that felt different from all his previous relationships, you stood up to him and didn’t always give him what he wanted, which he loved. He loved how you pushed him to the limit and made him work for his relationship like no one ever had done before.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

At times it felt like Heechul was too busy for there even to be time for the two of you to argue. If you do, it’ll take time to get over it. He tries not to let them effect his work, but there’s been several times when he’s arrived at a broadcast and had to fake a smile. The whole journey home is clouded by thoughts of going home to you, and when he does, that’s when the two of you sort things out. Neither of you ever argue over anything massive, but you certainly have your moments, just like every other relationship does too. He’s hot tempered at times, but he works hard to always have control around you.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

The most important thing to Heechul is his family, he was more nervous than you to introduce you to them. If anything, it helped you bond with his family quicker as you joined in with their teasing and made sure he knew how stupid he was for ever fretting. He tried to convince you it was his plan all along, but you all knew better than that.

H ⇴ HOME

He’s very comfortable at home, things are done exactly the way he likes them. It would take him along time to build the bond that would invite you to move in with him, it was a very gradual process. Little steps were best for you both, slowly he began to move you in and get comfortable with the changes before eventually moving you in properly.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Of course, he was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ he’s a bit of a romantic at heart. He’d come back after a long day to see you’d sorted everything out at the apartment, and his heart just swelled. His arms wrapped around you, twirling you around as he whispered those three words into your ear as just a small token of his appreciation for what you’d done.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He never really got jealous in your relationship, he enjoyed seeing you happy and getting on with all his friends. That was also something you tried hard to do, you knew it was in his character to be flirty and confident, but sometimes you wondered if he did cross the line. Heechul would always be able to tell when you were beginning to feel uncomfortable, which was where his affection came in, pulling you away from the group or the situation and giving you a huge reassuring hug.

K ⇴ KIDS

It was a subject that Heechul hadn’t given much thought to over the years as he was so focussed on his career. Only when you mentioned it one night did Heechul really begin to think about it. He’d been a dad to animals for years, but kids were a whole new challenge. But they were also a challenge he knew he wanted to embrace with you, he wasn’t getting any younger, and a family definitely was something he wanted to start thinking about.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

It was impossible for you not to spend your days laughing away when Heechul had such a loud laugh. The sound of his cackle would often fill the house, bringing a smile to your face. He was prepared to do anything to make you smile, he never judged himself too seriously, no matter who was watching. His sarcastic and witty remarks would always take you by surprise when you least expected them, unable to stop yourself from laughing at him. He’d spend all day making you laugh if he could, it was his favourite thing to do.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’d spent enough years travelling to adapt to being away from home, but that all changed when he met you. He felt like he was making his debut again, with a heavy heart and fogged mind as always, his days were spent thinking of you. He’d try and make things easier by sending you plenty of videos on tour, but his schedule was always so busy it was hard to find the time. Even if he went away for a day or two because of filming he struggled, he’d become so used to having you around, that it felt strange not having you around. He never thought he’d go back to the stage of yearning for someone, but then he met you.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

The two of you never really settled on nicknames for each other, Heechul will come up with anything to address you by. A lot of it depends on you, but he tends to switch between something romantic and something he knows he’ll end up paying for later.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your hands, he’s always taken great care of his, but the feeling of being able to hold onto someone else’s is a whole new, exciting feeling for him.

P ⇴ PDA

Heechul never cares who’s watching, if he wants to hug you or kiss you, then he will. He’s a little more reserved in front of cameras, but day to day he doesn’t mind. He’s happy to have you nice and close to him and make sure you feel loved and supported. If anyone says anything, he’s not afraid to put them in their place.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The question he asks the most is always, ‘what are you laughing at?’ He’s not even aware of what he does half the time to make you laugh, he’ll just look around and see you sniggering, trying to work out what you found so funny.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

To most, it’s random, but not to Heechul. He’s very meticulous about his home, and yours and his things. It’s well known that he invites guests to write their initials on their water bottles, and he encourages you to do the same with most of your things around the house. Whilst he wants you to feel welcome, he has a bit of a habit to place all of your things on the left, and his on the right, so that he can never get confused.

S ⇴ SEX

Playful. That’s the best way to describe Heechul, nothing is ever serious with him, and sex is included. The two of you have shared many intimate moments when suddenly he’ll tickle your sides or poke your cheek to make you laugh. Don’t think that doesn’t make him attentive though, he’ll still sing your praises and make sure you know that he loves you, even if he does always end up doing it with a wide smile.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Texts are handy for him in amongst his busy schedules, so he’ll text you quite often throughout his day. Whenever you glance down at your phone it’s typical that you’ll see at least three or four texts from him.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were his best friend, even if he were comfortable around most people, you were the one he could really be himself around. He could let go and not think about a thing when he was with you, the whole world just felt right.

V ⇴ VACATION

With Heechul’s schedule it would be a bit of a miracle for the two of you to find the time to go on vacation, so he liked to get creative. He loved setting up his house with different items to make it feel like the two of you were on holiday, even though it wasn’t the real thing, the amount of effort he went to always meant the world to you.

W ⇴ WHINING

If you didn’t pay him attention when he wanted it, he would definitely whine. His pout would grow and grow until you eventually paid attention to him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He’s very affectionate, which mean kisses are often yours. He’ll love to sneak up on you and press a kiss to your cheek or kiss the top of your head when he hugs you to remind you that he’s taller. His kisses are a very telling way of letting you know how he feels, sometimes they’ll be quick, other times they’ll be longer, but you can always read them perfectly and gauge what’s going on in his mind.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his number one supporter, no one knew Kim Heechul quite like you did.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

It took him a while to get comfortable with having another person in his bed, over time he’d eventually learn to cuddle you and hold you whilst still be able to sleep comfortably. Once he was comfortable, he never, ever, let you go.

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[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

This Is Not Fake News Because Fake Submissives Are Real

While there are many posts about fake dominants and the damage they can do, especially to newer submissives, often overlooked in the conversation about false people involved are those who misuse and abuse the role of submissive. While I believe that fake submissives are often less nefarious than their fake dominant brethren, it is a subject that still needs to be addressed especially since like the faux d-types who frequently attempt to prey upon new s-types, these sham submissives typically target newer dominants. With this in mind, I wanted to share some of the bad behaviors I have witnessed from false submissives so that others involved in the lifestyle might be able to recognize their behavior before it can cause damage.

Something that is a hallmark of a D/S relationship is the d and s partners sitting down, discussing, and agreeing on rules/guidelines along with how the s-type will be held accountable (punishment/correction). The fake submissive will often express that they are on board with this but when the rubber meets the road of life when the faux s-type encounters part of the agreed-upon framework that keeps them from getting either their way or what they want, they will simply toss aside this structure to get whatever it is they are needing at the moment. On top of that, when their dominant attempts to hold them accountable for this, the false s-type will flat out refuse the accountability. Just as fake d-types often try to bully a newer submissive with the age-old and craptastic phrase, if you were a real submissive … these phony s-types will do the same by telling the newer dominant that if they were experienced they would see things the way that this s-type does or a real d-type would understand. Simply put these pseudo submissives play on the inexperience of the dominant to get their way.

In almost every post about fake dominants, there will be a discussion about how these individuals use pet names or titles without the consent of the submissive. When it comes to the flip side, the insincere s-type will do the same thing. No matter if it is the fake d or s type, they apply these unconsented titles because they are hoping to wrangle the unsuspecting person to believe they are indeed in a relationship with the manipulative person which then often moves into seeking emotional and/or financial support that has not been earned. Just as new s-types are advised to avoid d-types who are dismissive of the intense meaning of titles and pet names, this needs to be a red flag for anyone involved in the lifestyle regardless of their role.

Now it is time to queue up that famous line from Jerry McGuire, “Show Me The Money” because some of the faux submissives are seeing their dominant not as the leader in the partnership but as a human ATM to fund their fun. It is not that these deceptive s-types have confused daddy dominant with sugar daddy but these folks simply want to pull strings to get their lives paid for. The requests for cash often start small like asking for assistance with their phone bill and take advantage of the dominant’s naivety. Who amoung us has not had a bad week or month where would have been nice to have a little help but without realizing it the dominant will find themselves in a pay-to-play situation. By pay-to-play, the sham submissive only will follow the d-type if they are infusing the s-type’s life with the correct amount of money. These submissives are not billing themselves as requiring payment for their time/attention but will continue to have mounting financial crises requiring more and more supposed help and should the dominant withhold this, these manipulative mortals will often attempt to bully the newer d-type by once again expressing that a true dominant would assist them.

The next warning sign reminds me of the old joke, and you might have to be old to get it but here it goes. Where does the Lone Ranger take his trash? To the dump, to the dump, to the dump dump dump. I do not mean dump in the way I think some reading this might think as I am not talking about relationship termination directly but it is the thrusting of control immediately upon the dominant. This release of control is not done healthily, in my opinion, where D/S relationships work into and up to releasing control over certain things as the relationship progresses but the faux submissive does this instant abdication of control selfishly for two main reasons. First, life is easier when someone takes care of everything often including life’s financial obligations, and secondly, this behavior makes it harder, especially on a newer dominant, to cut ties to end things. The unscrupulous s-type knows that they can take advantage of the newer dominant’s kindness when things inevitably go south by playing the helpless submissive, “How can I go on when you take care of everything for me?” This can make the d-type feel trapped, wanting out, but not wanting to hurt this poor, not so innocent lamb who is so dependent on them. In the words of Admiral Ackbar, “It’s A Trap!” I believe that power exchange is natural to D/S partnerships but this exchange of control happens over time as a relationship builds strength and trust. Just as submissives need to be wary of a d-type who wants it all right now, dominants must be equally as wary of the submissive who relinquishes everything right off the bat.

Perhaps you were too youthful to get my last attempt at humor but please allow me to try again with a lifestyle joke, BDSM is where no means yes and pineapple means stop. So let me start with a few basics. It is mandatory to have consent before play and the acronym that fits nices with consent is FRIES, Freely given, Reversible, Informed, Enthusiastic, and Specific. Additionally, when the stop or red light safeword is used by a partner, play stops immediately. Some deceitful s-types will intentionally misuse their safeword(s) and by misusing them I am speaking specifically about play that has been consented to properly beforehand. The faux submissive is not employing their safeword because they feel uncomfortable, have an issue, or even have the sudden need to use the restroom but they are safewording because they stopped getting what they want. For example, a dominant and submissive sit down, agree on a scene that will include X, Y, and Z but the fraudulent s-type only enjoys X and Y, so when the properly negotiated frolic transitions from Y to Z the so-called submissive safewords simply because they did not want to do Z. I need to express that in a healthy D/S relationship, it is a zillion percent okay for a submissive to stop play with a safeword at any time and for any reason but what is happening with the sham submissive is they misuse safewords so that during playful prancing the only activities that happen are ones the s-type craves. Safeword shenanigans are symbolic of the larger issue that the false submissive is using submission to get only what they want rather than a true partnership where there is a mutual give and take. In a healthy relationship, those involved will do things they do not but their partner does, such as going shopping, watching a film they do not care for but their partner does, and even in play, there are times as well as things that one may not enjoy, they are done because it is a yum for their partner. Just a reminder, the use of a stop safeword means stop even if a d-type has come to realize their submissive is using safewords to manipulate play. There is never a reason to ignore a safeword and should a dominant realize their sweet submissive is misusing submission as well as safewords, the d-type must still stop play and then begin a discussion.

While the bad actors that troll the D/S lifestyle are often mostly assumed to be dastardly dumbinants using their position to take, abuse, and much worse, I wanted to take a moment and shine the light on those on the other side of the slash who are bad actors, the fake submissive. I also want to reiterate that play always needs to be consensual and safewords mean stop immediately but through conversation with newer dominants I have discovered that it is how a faux submissive used their safeword during play that caused that ‘a-ha’ moment when the d-type to realize the deeper issues and the deception the false s-type was using to manipulate. I hope this will be a reminder that wicked people can occupy all roles in the lifestyle.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2021

[kachinnate]

,,,,okay i know i just said i wasn’t going to talk about the deh movie but actually yeah imma talk about it for just a sec bc y’all actually make me legitimately distressed sajkfndsmjkgds

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLQ_A0H1otc i dont have the braincells to do a shot by shot analysis right now but here’s what we’re lookin at

under a readmore because ghhhhhhh

firstly, let me lead with this: yes, from what we know, there’s a lot of things wrong with this movie. 

the worst, in my humble opinion, being the bts treatment of the (very few) actors of color, and the lack altogether of any production team members of color. that’s something that should be acknowledged, talked about, and fucking dug into especially at the current fucking period of time we’re living in. it’s unsurprising, but disgusting nonetheless, and it set this movie up for failure from the very beginning. i’m a white person so by no means so i feel inclined or like i have any authority in saying what one should feel wrt all of that, however i will say if there’s to be a boycott in not watching this movie, that should 100% be the reason why. it’s fully poc’s choice whether or not to forgive the production team or give this movie a chance for the irredeemable shit it did in regards to handling the movie’s production. the movie imo definitely doesn’t deserve their forgiveness, but again, that is not for me to say. 

there’s some little things too that i can’t fully think of off the top of my head - like, the whole making larry connor’s stepdad thing fucking irks me, for example, but, like...... listen.

if you know me like at all, you know my favorite word is nuance.

so, i’m going to say it outright: the way you people are approaching this three minute trailer shows literally.... none?? no nuance ??? is it no-nuance november over here or ???? like i’m begging you i’m BEGGING YOU to put aside your pre-determined prejudices against this movie and like stop pretending to be a renowned film critic for ten seconds because it’s really not as outright fucking abysmal as you are saying!! and also it’s possible to have opinions that aren’t completely fucking polarized to one side because guess what, the deh movie? a piece of media! what is the shit y’all are constantly preaching about having the ability to consume media critically ? because you’re trying to cancel a fucking trailer based on the contents of the trailer alone !!!!! hello !!!!!!!!

media is bound to be problematic. if y’all were as quick to judge any movie as you did this one, guess what you wouldn’t be watching any movies like ever <3 

anyway lets get into the parts that are probably going to get me cancelled lmao 

ben platt - listen. LISTEN. listen i know he’s too old to be reprising evan we ALL know he’s too old to be reprising evan i’ve heard this same argument since the announcement was made we get it we all know. haha he’s a grandpa yes bestie ur so right ur so funny wow. i do agree that we should’ve maybe had a not-ben-platt evan moment but here’s some things to keep in mind: the arguments of “oooh ABF is right there !!!!!!” 1. who’s to say he was available? 2. the environment of a movie is so, SO much different than that of a musical -- as much as you wanna pretend you know everything from just a trailer, there’s no way of knowing what scenes were added that might’ve made the movie like.. idk possibly more intense story-wise not even COUNTING the fact that just inherently a movie set is different than a musical one? like yes ben platt might be just being used as a device but that’s probably not the sole and only reason. Also, if i see One (1) more comment about his FUCKING HAIR 😃 first of all it’s not that deep like... if you’re so distracted by an actor having their hair different that’s on you, but going as far as to call it bad or distracting or being like Vehemently a way about it? y’all i know it’s most likely not your intention but that is literally just ben platt’s natural fuckin ETHNICALLY JEWISH hair sajknfgkjds!!!! i’m not the first to make this point, but like dsjnfkjdsg!??! y’all are being so mean about it and for WHAT? again, maybe not intentional, but it reads as like high key Very antisemetic and you should.... maybe not 😳 be that way

connor. the thing about a trailer is that they don’t show you all the scenes because they want you to come see the movie. right? can we agree on that? all the connor scenes in the trailer had SEVERAL hard cuts, omitting a lot of the scene -- like the computer lab scene! we see the beginning of it, there’s a VERY obvious hard cut, and then he’s running out! in my opinion my first watch through of this trailer i had a very like “:// hmm all these actors feel a lil like dry”, but man oh man the comments ive seen about connor. holy shit guys. this boy gets 7 minutes of stage time in the actual musical, and the whole thing is we DON’T KNOW VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM. not to burst your bubble, and i by no means hate connor, i love me some good connor lives fics and stuff, but everything we write with connor being alive? that is !! speculation on our part !!!! those are headcanons and us using the little context we have!! connor doesn’t have any significant development IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL that is being adapted into a movie !!! you 1. can’t fully judge a character with already limited screentime in a 3 minute trailer, 2. can’t really call what connor has canonically in the musical as in depth character development !! what is his arc then !!!! he pushes evan, goes to the computer lab, has an outcast loner kid moment, gets upset, takes the letter, DIES. sorry stans, that’s just how it is !! and, AND, everything in between, all the idiosyncracies, that depends on the actor playing connor! speaking of, you know who the actor is playing connor in the movie? that’s right, colton ryan! so, i don’t know, maybe... have some trust in the process, in an actor who ALREADY has played connor on broadway???? and also trust that you will get more connor content then u are seeing from a 3 minute trailer!! dhgnijsdg and some of the comments on like his appearance specifically? like are you really made that he doesn’t have long hair?? they kept his nails and his rings but nahhh the hair was apparently a MUST HAVE (even though like.. not all connor actors on broadway always had/have long hair but w/e).. REGARDLESS. tldr on THAT , the movie would have to do a pretty shitty job if they want to take something from someone who doesn’t have much to begin with and i think y’all are being extremely harsh on this point 

jared. honestly i’m a bit worried too about the like... name change, because it does have the potential to be taking out some representation, but... they did change the name to fit the actor’s ethnicity? it’s a really [hmm] topic because, again, from a trailer and from what we have been told we don’t KNOW a lot of the context, but i think it’s important to remember that uh.. jewish people aren’t just? always white ?? there’s a possibility they changed the last name to fit with the [ethnicity] while keeping him jewish?? ofc there’s the possibility that they Didn’t and ... again hm that’s its own thing altogether but just reiterates the point that you can’t knock a whole movie just based on the trailer. you can’t talk about things you know nothing about. 

alana. same thing as before, you can’t.... completely bash a character based on a 3 minute trailer. there was discussion about how she seemed ‘shy’ when talking to evan, which like.. maybe she is but also that scene was them talking in a library like if u actually take notice of what’s happening in the scene jdskngsd though i do share the general consensus with many others that she won’t get a lot of screen-time but that’s neither here nor there 😔 moving on

scenes and the setting. one of the things i was most like.. tentative about in regards to a switch from a musical to a movie was how they were like... going to do certain scenes? naturally, a lot has to be different when we’re going from a minimal stage set to an entire movie with like.. settings. there are going to be new scenes because a movie lends to have like, physical places that aren’t just [evan’s bedroom] and [murphy kitchen] and [implied school]. so new scenes, new conversations, slightly different pacing.. this is all to be expected right like are y’all geneuinely surprised here or ........

there’s a lot we aren’t seeing yet because this is a TRAILER. again i already mentioned this re: connor but like... again, y’all are making some Claims that just... fucking outlandish. there are so many moments in the trailer that are very obvious Hard Cuts. you don’t have all the information yet. you are angry at a tiny fragment of something that is confusing you because you don’t have all the context. is there a chance that some of this shit is just genuinely Bad? yeah but you really cannot 100000% say it with your chest and gauge it without seeing the movie and understanding what that scene is in context. lowkey uhhh saw some jokes about the zoe scene in the car and :’))) ? jesus? christ????

concluding thoughts because my brain hurts but like. you don’t have to like the movie. you don’t have to WATCH the movie. like all media if you choose to consume the movie you should do so with some CRITICAL THOUGHT. but, just like the novel (and i do not want to have any discussions about that i don’t care if you think it’s good Or bad that’s not what this is about) you guys are going in this WANTING to believe it’s bad and completely polarizing your thoughts on what this is going to be. yeah, maybe there shouldn’t be a movie. i genuinely think we could’ve gone without. but it’s just a piece of media, it’s not a progression like all your (musical is good, novel is bad, MOVIE IS WORSE OH NO) posts are suggesting. they are all just. different pieces of media stemming from a source. at the end of the day it’s just a fucking movie. if you already hate it so much, guess what? you don’t have to watch it! you don’t have to put so much needless fucking hate into a 3 MINUTE TRAILER. you can stop being performative and dissing it for its poor treatment of POC while then going on to make fun of ben platt’s hair and just targeting a different group like! please !!!

i’m not trying to be a fuckin’ advocate for this movie because there’s so much opportunity for it to suck, i do Not have high hopes for it, and i’m not even really sure i want to watch it (i bought the novel when it came out and have yet to read it, and i’m sure the movie will like.. elicit very similar vibes from me lsdngjkdsg like im just not uhhh feeling it) but y’know what? watching the trailer did not bring forth the fucking onslaught of hatred in me that apparently has fuckin posessed all of y’all and like djnsgjksdg plagued my dashboard for this whole evening. don’t come into my inbox trying to like.. argue with me about this (preemptively im turning off anon because i like i Can’t lmao) this is just like... a rant i needed to get out of me real quick. 

SO. tldr for now: have critical thought about shit you consume, there’s no ethical consumption under [the film industry], you can’t judge a movie entirely on its trailer, and y’all need to calm the fuck down 

#garbage.txt #deh movie #ask to tag #irrelevant #bc this is lowkey a vent bc jfc #this isn't @ anyone btw this is just [in general mostly just from my dash] bc.. sighs #anyway im gonna refrain from making any more comment on this its just. frustrating. #edit: ok to rb

[comrade-meow]

The male-centered progressive left has successfully made woman-hating trendy.

Today, yet another “Karen” video went viral online. This time, it seems a woman flipped off a male driver, one Karlos Dillard, who then followed her home and filmed her as she melted down into hysterics, posting the video online, which included her home address and license plate. Over eight million views later (sure to be more by the time you read this), and Dillard is selling t-shirts based on the incident.

It seems this is a hobby for Dillard, who has posted other similarly antagonistic videos, accusing women of “racism” (despite no evidence of racism) in an attempt turn Karen virality into profit. Other t-shirts for sale on his Instagram profile include one with the words, “Karen… Are you OK?” and another reading, “Keep that same energy, Karen.”

The Karen meme has been misogynist from the getgo, originating from an anonymous male Reddit user, Fuck_You_Karen, who was angry at his ex-wife, named Karen, for taking custody of his children. In 2017, his misogynist rants became a subreddit, r/FuckYouKaren.

Recently, the meaning of “Karen” was said to refer specifically to middle class, middle aged white women who are so entitled they ask to speak to the manager when perturbed, but has since morphed into a specifically racist white woman, who “weaponizes” white, female fragility against largely black men. This connects to sexist tropes that claim women use their emotions, vulnerability, and tears to manipulate men.

What began as a joke has become more than that, and has moved into explicitly misogynist (and, in my opinion, dangerous) territory.

“Becky,” which originated as a means to refer to basic white women — the Uggs-wearing, Starbucks-buying, pumpkin spice-loving kind — probably young, probably blonde, probably not working class. Like “Karen,” I never found this to be particularly offensive, as I had little desire to defend boring people who love Starbucks, but what was once a joke has become something much more egregious.Following someone to their home, doxxing, filming, and harassing them because they gave you the finger is unhinged. People are going to act like assholes in this world, and you need to learn to deal with that. Moreover, these viral videos, like the Amy Cooper/Christian Cooper bird watching/dog-off-the-leash incident, are always decontextualized. No one really knows what happened preceding the video, nor do they know why either party reacted as they did. We all know social media leaves little room for nuance, and far too many people enjoy a rage reaction over asking questions or considering they may not know the full story. The truth is that, today, people’s lives can be destroyed in an instant, via a viral post. And our culture is wielding that power with very little care.

While those participating in the mobs targeting the subjects of these currently popular Karen videos claim some form of racial justice, this is not an accurate representation.

This has little to do with race, and everything to do with a progressive left that has adopted woman-hating as political virtue signalling.

Last week, journalist and editor Jonathan Kay tweeted a “Wanted” poster he’d come across in Toronto, depicting a young, blonde, white woman. The text below her face mocked her as a “Basic Bitch” — privileged, entitled, and unwoke. The image and text presents “Becky” as dangerous — the new enemy. The A.C.A.B. (All Cops Are Bastards) logo on the poster implies it likely was produced and distributed by young anarchist men. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they were white men, considering the face of groups (or non-groups, depending on who you ask) like Antifa.

The trend of presenting women as a threat extends beyond Becky and Karen. In recent years, Antifa, anarchists, trans activists, and leftists have targeted feminists who question the impact of gender identity ideology on women’s rights as dangerous — even more so than male predators. Rhetoric that claims “TERFs kill” intentionally erases the fact that it is men who are overwhelmingly responsible for violence against both women and men (including trans-identified males). As a result, reversing this claim to say “Kill TERFs” or to show up at events discussing gender identity with cardboard guillotines with the words “TERFs and SWERFs step right up” written on them has become an acceptable form of “activism.”

This has all happened within a left that has consistently ignored and even defended the misogyny, racism, and violence of prostitution and pornography, painting women who fight the sex trade as “whorephobic” and as causing harm to “sex workers.” Everyone knows who is responsible for the abuse that happens to women in porn and prostitution. We can see it on PornHub or we can read about it in the news. Yet the left consistently fails to hold those men accountable for the harm they cause. No, no. The real problem is women. Terms like “TERF” (which means “trans exclusionary radical feminist,” but, in practice, is used to smear anyone who questions gender identity legislation or ideology) and “SWERF” (which means “sex worker exclusionary radical feminist,” but is used to smear women — even women who have worked in the sex trade — who wish to stop the universal violence and exploitation inherent to prostitution) exist to misrepresent, vilify, and end conversation. One cannot defend a “TERF” or “SWERF” any more than one can defend a “Karen” or “Becky,” unless they would like to be pilloried as unwoke and bigoted themselves.

A few years ago, trans activists and their progressive allies adopted the term “cis” to refer to those whose “gender identity matches their sex.” Putting aside the fact that no one’s “gender identity” matches their sex, as whether or not a person is male or female has nothing to do with whether or not they identify with a list of sexist gender stereotypes, the term “cis” is said to denote “privilege.” This means that a woman who understands she is female is, as per trans ideology, “privileged” over a man who desires to be viewed as a woman or who does not feel connected to masculine stereotypes. This is ridiculous, of course, as women are impacted by sexism on account of being born female, and are vulnerable to male violence regardless of how they identify. Understanding one is female does not make a woman “privileged,” it makes her a sane human being. In other words, “cis” or “cisprivilege” completely erases the reality of sexism and male violence against women. Suddenly, we are to believe women pose a threat to males who identify as transgender. Just as we are now to believe “Becky” and “Karen” are so dangerous they deserve to be hated, harassed, and destroyed. Maybe punched. Maybe worse.

This is, I’m afraid, woman-hating. And it is dangerous. The popularity of the Karen meme has led people to seek out and invent Karens in order to gain followers and profit, as evidenced by Dillard’s racket. And rhetoric that positions feminists as dangerous, harmful “TERFs” has led to the acceptance of open violent threats against women, simply for speaking out in defence of women’s rights and spaces. Karen, Becky, SWERF, and TERF are nothing more than excuses to hate women. And I am tired of people participating and defending this misogyny simply because it is on trend, and because it results in applause from the male centred left.

Yes, women can be assholes. Yes, women can be racist. No, women are not all innocent victims. But this has become about much more than calling out annoying, racist, or entitled behaviour. And, in fact, I think it was always about more than that. Let’s stop this before someone gets (literally) hurt.

#Anglo.txt

[filmwuju]

[TRANS] Character Introduction: People around Seongyeom & Mijoo

Ki Jeongdo | Yook Jiwoo | Ki Eunbi | Kim Wooshik | Kwon Young-il | Kim Hyunjin | Park May

Ki Jeongdo (Male, late 50s) Seongyeom's father / Four-term assemblyman

A politician who was an athlete. Back then, he was renowned as the nation's thief for snatching actress Yook Jiwoo, who was the nation's first love, at the prime of her youth. Rising to fame, he threw his hat into the political ring, as if he was waiting for this. Him moving into his wife's family home as a live-in son-in-law was also for the campaign fund.

Managing a family that can be recognized by citizens during elections was also Jeongdo's long time plan. As a man, Jiwoo was his trophy; and being the father of siblings who are national athletes, he was able to bear national sentiment. Seongyeom's home becoming a show window family was entirely Jeongdo's volition. Family means gathering together when needed and taking a harmonious photo, that's it. Just one is hard enough already, how incredible is it to raise two national representatives of South Korea? He regards fatherly love as an instinct, and thinks what he's doing to his children is true love. Not knowing that for the person receiving the unwanted love, that love can become violence.

He has always been privileged with vested rights, and since he's in the upper class, he always lived with pride. He has never doubted his capability of going higher, higher up. Most politicians are likewise, their final goal is running for the presidential election. And since they're running, naturally, they want to win. But Seongyeom, who used to be an obedient chess piece, keeps causing trouble. So he's contemplating on how to quash him.

Yook Jiwoo (Female, late 50s) Seongyeom's mother / Actress

A top actress hailed as the nation's first love. If there's Suzy in the 2000s, there was Yook Jiwoo in the 1980s. During the early days of her career, she went by the stage name Jiwoo, without the Yook, because her last name comes off as stubborn. This was her agency's policy. Later, Jiwoo saw her name on a movie poster and threw a huge fit. Since then, she goes by her full name that sounds stubborn for a "female" actor.

She's a perfect actress named as the Queen of Cannes; but she's a born actress who, in pursuit of her career, is far from even the letter M in the word "mother", much less be an excellent one.

Ki Eunbi (Female, 30) Seongyeom's sister / Pro golfer

She doesn't know how to love in an ordinary way, because she's never lived an ordinary life. The world's number one female golfer. With that title alone,  men—regardless of their skin color—approached her, not knowing how Eunbi is like after falling in love. There are no exceptions—whether they have a strong build, or got a straightforward personality. By the time they realize how scary Ki Eunbi is not as the queen of golf, but as a lover, it's already too late—so accept your fate. Once she takes a bite, she does not let go until she gets sick of it. There's no place to escape unless you go to the edge of the world.

Of course there's an exception. When their love for her dies down, she lets go without hesitation. It was always easier to figure out separation than love. The same goes for her family. The time she spent with them in her whole life wouldn't amount to even one year because of her trips abroad. They always separated the moment they met, and she felt worried at the thought of Seongyeom, who would be alone in the huge house. My poor little brother. Their father, who likes to rank, compares them frequently; the media, who likes to chatter, bashes him regularly. My little brother Seongyeom. Seongyeom, whose sin is getting born as my little brother.

Of course she worked hard, but Eunbi's talent played a bigger part. Her sense of distance is more outstanding than others, and she's exceptional in controlling her strength. They said the only thing left for a first placer to do is to fall downwards, but Eunbi didn't know how to fall. If she didn't have talent, would it be a different story? While having these thoughts, she saw Seongyeom and thought, hmm.. it would be stressful to have no talent.

She's even sick of the first place now. Feeling bored, she was thinking whether she should retire and rest a bit, but her beloved little brother caused big trouble. What can I do? My little brother wants to do it. It's an older sister's duty to act as his shield, and I won't die from doing it for a few years more—so just for a bit longer, I'd have to stay in the first place for him.

Kim Wooshik (Male, 20) National track and field athlete

He lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his grandmother. Unlike someone his age, he believes in superstitions. But rather than saying he believes in them, it's more like he's familiar about life and is treated as a precocious child. His self-sufficient grandmother clothed him in cleanly washed clothes even though they're old, and did everything she can so that Wooshik can grow up as a bright and optimistic person. Wooshik, who grew up just like how she raised him to be, was perfectly kind and honest. He wasn't good at studying but he was smart; his hands were slow but his feet were fast. Naturally, Wooshik chose track and field. It was also a sport that he could do even with no money. He fell in love at first sight after watching Seongyeom's race, ran all the way with Seongyeom as his goal, and became a national athlete. It's his wish to run a relay race in the same competition with Seongyeom before the latter retires. No records or competition, just as Ki Seongyeom and Kim Wooshik.

He once saw a passage that said forgiveness is the biggest revenge. That's like saying the powerless can't do anything but to forgive. Ever since his days in  sports high school, he experienced countless assaults and abuse under the force of power. And you say that's the biggest revenge? It was a day when he got beaten by his seniors as usual. He roughly wiped the blood from his nose using his sleeves. The superstitions Wooshik believed in were of no help at all in the face of reality. The one who offered Wooshik practical help was Seongyeom. He told him that forgiving is the victim's right. He told him that he doesn't need to forgive if he doesn't want to. As the only person who told him that, how could Wooshik not admire him.

Kwon Young-il (Male, 29) National track and field athlete

South Korea's track and field record holder. As the best sprinter, he lives up to his reputation of South Korea's No.1 track and field athlete who receives unconditional support from track and field fans. He's a narcissist who cares about nothing but himself, but takes an interest only in Seongyeom. It's because he's jealous.  Whenever he's free, he picks a quarrel with the forever runner-up Seongyeom and ends up saying foolish words. I'm the real first placer, but why does it feel like I'm being pushed back by Ki Seongyeom every single time?

But still, as Seongyeom's long-time colleague, and as a sportsman, he's a friend who supports Seongyeom for the path he's going.

Kim Hyunjin (Male, early 40s) Assemblyman Ki Jeongdo's aide

Would there be another expression that puts a limit on Hyunjin as much as the phrase "aide by nature" does? However, he is a capable aide—to the level that everyone would agree in unison—who grasps everything about the Ki family, including Assemblyman Ki himself. He's machine-like, making one wonder if his heart is made of steel; he does not feel things like conscience and warmth.

Park May (Female, 35) CEO of imported film distributor May

Her name was originally Maehwi. Was it her dad's poor hearing, or her mom's poor pronunciation? Her dad, who heard Maehwi as May, registered her birth with the name "May". For a long time, her mom called her Maehwi and her dad called her May. To May, the actual party concerned, it didn't matter whatever they called her by. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

May believed in fundamental things. This was also due to her peaceful and cool nature; is it because of that? Entering a translation and interpreting university at the top of her class and finishing her studies in a graduate school of the same expertise, she was walking the so-called elite course. But then she set aside her career path and went into foreign film translation. The reason was simple. Because films are fun, but film festivals are freaking fun. She was in Busan when she first met Mijoo. At the Busan International Film Festival, which she skipped her class for, their sharing of the same bed at the guesthouse was the beginning of their relationship. After getting to know her, she found out that she's a distant junior of hers under the same department in their university. Mijoo was 21.

There is no bad Mijoo in this world. This is the pet theory of May as the dog owner of Mijoo. Mijoo—rough and clumsy, which makes her cute and pure too—was like a dog sometimes, she had no hesitations in baring her claws at arrogant things. From then on, May took it upon herself to be the dog owner. She was worried. If Mijoo meets a good person, it feels like she'd overcome her struggles and become extremely successful*, and if she meets a bad person, it feels like she'd get stabbed with a knife in the midst of selling drugs in a backstreet. All or nothing—Mijoo, who has no in between, didn't have a lot of things. She said she's never met a nice adult in her 20 years of life. Ah... I'm stuck. No choice, I'd have to be the nice adult for Mijoo, she decided**. Just like that, she spent around 10 years of time with her, as a senior and roommate.

She had more curiosity and energy before compared to now, but she feels no excitement nor interest in whatever she does these days. When she was young, she simply felt that her older seniors were cool, but now that she's at that age, she understood. There's just no fun in doing anything. She's done them all, tasted them all; the energy she used to pour out without reservation had been exhausted since long time ago.

Around that period of ennui in her life, an unsavory incident broke out in the translation industry she's been working in. She left translation behind and set up an imported film distributing company. As a small company that mainly imported independent films and art films, it involved a lot of legwork, so business trips is a norm. Her dream was to be a salaried employee for a lifetime, but why'd she become a CEO? CEOs like salaries too.. she didn't know of this fact until she became one herself. Is this, depressing? May, who was mentally healthy, immediately began her visits to the psychiatrist. Antidepressants help people who help themselves, and May wants to help herself properly. And since she's on it already, it's better to be bright and healthy.

T/N: * The idiom used in the original text is 개천에서 용 난다, which literally means "a dragon rises up from a creek." Often translated as "rags to riches," it is used to refer to someone from a humble background who overcame their hardships and became extremely successful.

** A longer translation that would more properly express the nuance of the original sentence would be:  May decided that: I'm not the best choice, but since there's no one else to do it, there's no choice but for me, at least, to be the good adult for Mijoo.

(orig post link from writer Park Shihyun’s DC gallery post)

#run on #run on trans #run on kdrama #run on drama #runon #run on jtbc #jtbc run on #run on icons #jtbc #kdrama #korean drama

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Rating: T

Genre: Angst

Characters: Ernesto and Héctor, though Imelda, Coco, and Miguel also make brief appearances

Warnings: Uhh... depictions of PTSD/trauma, I guess?

Description: Seizing his moment only took seconds to execute, and left scars that lasted for a lifetime and beyond. 

Beta Readers: @jaywings​ and @pengychan​

Notes: Uhhh... nightmares suck, that’s all I have to say.

---~~~---

The first night, he doesn't dream at all, for his waking state has become dreamlike.

There's an eerie, almost peaceful stillness all around him, the quietness of the city and the hotel and the room. The sole exception is the distant whistle of the train, but he's been hearing it for hours now, though the train has long since moved on.

In fact, reality itself feels like it has moved on, leaving him in an untouched bubble locked in time. He sits on his bed, holding the book in his hands, but it doesn't feel real--if he were to open it again, he feels like it would just contain the useless garble of dream writing, so he does not. Though its color reminds him of something that he will not let himself remember. He sets it aside.

He feels he should sleep, not because he is tired, but because it is what he would normally be doing at this time, and he's starting to feel a faint desperation on the edges of his consciousness--a desperation to come back, to wake up. Quickly he washes it down with a gulp of tequila, and lays down.

Yet he cannot sleep. How can one sleep on a bed that is not real, in a room that is not real, in a reality that does not exist?

But he must. He must sleep, for they have a tour to continue in the morning.

So he closes his eyes, slowly letting the numbness of sleep take him... until he is brutally pulled from it, his heart thudding against his ribs, his eyes staring wide and blank at the ceiling above him.

No.

He has a tour to continue.

Just him.

Just him.

Sleep fails to reach him that night.

---~~~---

The first time he does sleep after it happens, it is after a day of pacing, of gnawing on his knuckles, of biting back screams, of copious drinking.

Initially his sleep is empty and dreamless, and he welcomes it openly.

But as the night creeps over the city, he awakens to moonlight blanketing his bed. At first he is annoyed, and merely rolls over with a grunt.

"I'm not doing this anymore!"

Immediately he sits bolt upright, looking for the source of the voice, but there is nothing, and he remembers why there is nothing. He scrambles for a bottle, but a memory flashes through his mind of a dash of something being put into a glass, and for a terrified moment he wonders if some of it could have splashed into the bottle. It makes no sense as to how that could have happened--he was careful as could be--and yet the thought won't leave his mind. He tosses the bottle on the ground, where it hits with a dull clunk, some of its contents spilling on the floor.

Still he remains awake, curled upon a bed that may as well be soft as stone, for how little it comforts him. He must sleep though--he is exhausted, he did not sleep last night, he must sleep, he must move on, he's already seized his moment, he cannot waste it...

The darkness shifts erratically between shadows and the void of unconsciousness, and between those moments there are voices, scents, feelings.

"Ugh, what town is this again...?"

It's heavier than he had thought, and numbly he realizes the meaning of the term 'dead weight.'

"Ah, don't act so jealous. That'll be us one day, right?"

There's something sticky and acrid coating his shoulder, and he tries his best to ignore it.

"I wish I didn't have to miss her birthday..."

Don't be seen, don't be seen, don't be seen.

"Oh, the crowd really loved you tonight, hermano!"

Unfamiliar buildings rise around him, and every turn feels like it will make his heart either stop or explode.

"You said this was the last one!"

It'll be over soon. It has to be.

"A toast! To another step on our journey!"

Nothing feels real other than the ground beneath his feet, and even that feels like it could suddenly cave in beneath him.

"I'm sorry... It was the little girl there--she reminded me of..."

The night is a hell of endless streets and what feels like an increasingly heavy weight in his arms and heart.

"I can't wait to see them again!"

He awakens to finding his pillow damp, and spends the morning screaming into it.

---~~~---

"Where to today, then?"

The suitcase is snapped shut, and he's staring down at him expectantly.

Something about this unnerves him, though he's not sure why, and merely shrugs, throwing a few more things into his own suitcase. "Oh, the next train stop should do. I've heard it's a nice city."

"They all seem the same to me," he replies, rolling his shoulders. "Oh, do you think we'll see a pretty dress there? I wanted to send something back home since I won't be there for..."

"Bah, better save your money. You send them enough as it is, hermano. You need to think about your future!" He snaps his own suitcase shut, and hoists it off the bed, his guitar case on his back. Together they step out of the room, having their breakfast at a nearby fonda before heading to the train station.

The whistle sounds overly-loud for reasons he can't place, and he can't recall handing anyone a ticket, but they board the train regardless. Together they sit, talking fondly of the successful shows they've had, of the sights they've seen, of what they'll do when they finally reach stardom.

He's looking out the window when he hears the voice, hesitant and sorrowful:

"By the way... I'm sorry, amigo, for that fight last night. I should have listened to you."

"Oh, it's all..."

He pauses, his blood going cold.

And at once he blinks awake, finding his head resting against the train window. Quickly he turns to the side to find a stranger in the seat beside him, looking at him in concern.

"Are you all right, señor? You look as though you've seen a ghost."

---~~~---

One day he finds himself back home, at their front door. He hardly remembers the trip itself, but then, everything's been a blur. What he does remember, however, is why he's there.

His heart is fluttering in panic--singing in front of dozens never frightened him, yet the idea of speaking before one person makes his stomach wrench. Before he can even compose himself, the door is open, and the woman is standing before him.

"Where is he?"

"I... he..."

His tongue is lame in his mouth, and he fumbles with his words. Coming up with a quick lie was never difficult before, and yet now it seems impossible. Suddenly he is overcome with the terror that if he should speak, he would tell the truth, and his risk, his cost, his moment would all at once be for nothing.

"¡Tío! Where is Papá?"

The little girl tugs at his pant leg, and he has no answer.

Without a word he turns to leave, hurrying away from the house, but she is immediately following.

"Where is he? Why isn't he with you?!"

Panic overcomes him, and he tries to run.

"¡Tío! Come back!"

His legs grow heavier and heavier, as though he is treading through mud, and the two of them are right behind him, the woman's voice growing louder and more enraged all the while, and the girl's degenerating into hysterical sobs:

"Where is he?! Where is my husband?"

"Where's papá?! I want him back!"

He has to get away, but he can't run fast enough, and their voices are so loud, they seem to come from everywhere at once.

"WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?!"

"¡¿POR QUÉ, TÍO?!"

Why did he even do this in the first place? He never should have done this, for they will surely find out--

"WHY DID YOU KILL MY HUSBAND?!"

She grabs his shoulder, her nails piercing into him.

He awakens in bed, drenched in sweat, his face once again damp with tears.

And he vows to never tell them, never confront them, to pretend he never knew them. Never will he even return to Santa Cecilia--he will avoid it for the rest of his life.

He doesn't need that family anymore, anyway, he tells himself. He has a better one, after all.

---~~~---

The winter chill has gone, the weather is perfect, and he's playing to a cheering audience in an unfamiliar plaza.

"¡Otra! ¡Otra! ¡Otra!" they call, and he obliges them, singing them his new song.

And then he sees it.

There's a man in the crowd. It's one he's never seen before, and one that would not typically stand out to him... except for the fact that he's not cheering. He's staring straight at him, the whites of his eyes visible even in the distance.

Eventually he realizes he is no longer singing, his hands hanging limp at his sides. The crowd has gone silent, only watching, while the strange man amongst them reaches out, pointing an accusing finger.

"That is not your song."

His heart jumps into his throat, and his legs threaten to buckle.

"I saw what you did."

He takes a step back, and the man steps forward.

"You killed him!"

He takes another step back, and he falls, and the man is suddenly standing over him, along with a dozen other sets of eyes.

"You poisoned him for his songs! You did it! I know you did it! It was you!"

"No, no," he stammers, but the man's voice booms over his:

"I know you did it! I know you did it! I KNOW!"

The second he awakens, he scrambles out of bed, dresses himself, and leaves immediately. A few items are left behind in his haste, but not the book (not the book), and he boards the first train he can find, immediately heading for his next destination. As he rides, he tucks the book into his coat pocket, and checks it several times during the journey.

They will not find it. They will not find it.

They will never know.

---~~~---

He's talking with the agent, who is once again going on about movies and films.

"...and they will love it! I'm sure we can work in some of your own songs too, of course..."

He's only been half-listening, almost dazed with the idea that he will be in moving pictures. This is far beyond anything he's ever dreamed of, and he almost feels weightless.

"And that song! Oh, we must include that one."

Nodding, he smiles at the man, only to pause. Someone else is in the room, which is very strange. He hadn't heard anyone else come in...

"No," he breathes upon seeing the hollow face staring down at him. "Are you really...?!"

The man nods.

Frantically he turns back to his agent and gestures behind him. "Señor, I-I think someone has..."

They both turn, but to his shock, nothing is there.

And everything moves on, shifting between one scene and another, one person and another, but the unnerved feeling remains even when he awakens.

---~~~---

A year or so later he's sitting at the table, the director and his co-stars laughing and drinking, celebrating the release of their film. He can't fully understand what they're all saying, but he doesn't care, basking in the euphoric joy of success, gazing around the room at all of the others who are experiencing a similar joy.

Until his eyes fall upon someone who was not invited to the party.

Someone who was not invited, for he should not exist.

"You," he says, rising from his seat and keeping his eyes on him. "What are you doing here?"

"Who are you talking to?"

He turns back to his table, to find it inhabited by different people. Glancing over his shoulder, he finds the apparition gone. None of this is right, but it doesn't feel entirely wrong either, so he moves on... until he finds himself awakening next to one of his co-stars.

If that's how it would be, then so be it. He would remember next time.

---~~~---

It is during a performance that he sees him again, standing just to the side of the curtain, and this time he knows. The stage, the dancers, the audience--none of it is real. He sets aside his guitar and marches offstage, keeping his eyes locked upon him.

This is a dream, he knows. Yet another nightmare. Though he is standing before him, he knows that he is not alive, but instead a corpse left in a ditch somewhere on the outskirts of Mexico City.

The face before him is not that of a beloved friend, of a brother, but of a specter that is insistent on haunting his dreams. And while it is here, he may as well speak his mind.

"This is your doing," he states, jabbing a finger into the ghost's chest. "You haunt me for something that you brought upon yourself."

The ghost only stares at him. Though it appears alive, its hair is the same color, not with the streaks of silver that his own has attained.

He gestures back at the now-empty stage and the darkened theater. "This--all of this--could have been yours, if you'd only listened. We could have shared this together."

Though the specter is still silent, its expression has changed, its eyes glaring, its lips pulled back with the rage of a wild animal.

Yet he finds himself grinning victoriously. "Be as angry as you want, old friend. The most you can do is taunt me. You can never hurt me, or abandon me, or hold me back. Never again."

As though to challenge him, the ghost suddenly lunges forward with a snarl, knocking him to the floor.

He awakens tangled in his own bed sheets, struggling with them on the floor. A woman scrambles to the edge of the bed, looking down at him in alarm... but for once, he has not woken in fear, or anger, or anguish.

Instead, he has woken in laughter.

There will be no more nightmares haunting him, no more ghosts lurking at the edge of his dreams, awake or asleep.

---~~~---

Or so he thinks.

It is a few years later that he is suddenly and violently freed from the mortal coil. At first he fears he has been plunged into another nightmare, but... no. This is no nightmare--not even a "living" one. In fact, in the afterlife he is living his dreams, holding concerts, starring in films, holding parties in a mansion larger than the one he'd had in life.

Of course there is one slight problem, he discovers shortly after death, but it is easily taken care of with a few words and a few payments. After that, he never has to think about it again.

Never again, until one night, many many years later, when a very strange thing happens.

A boy, a living one, appears in the afterlife, looking for him.

“I’m Miguel, your g-great great grandson.”

Not something he'd considered, but a likely result of some of his... actions in the living world. But even so, could this really be true? How could a living child enter the Land of the dead? Surely this must be another one of his strange dreams… and so he rolls with it, reveling in the joy (and brief elevated stardom) that comes with having a living great-great grandson in the Land of the Dead, enjoying the presence of a descendant with as much talent as he.

Until something changes.

The night is nearing its end when a new figure enters the dream. A figure that stands at the edge of the room, draped in shadows, and yet... familiar. It cannot be, though--he dealt with this years ago.

“We had a deal, chamaco!”

But soon the figure steps forward, revealing itself as a dusty skeleton with a drooping frame and torn clothing and an old, old photo of himself... and that's when he remembers. He knows this man.

Of course. Of course he was not done haunting his nightmares, but he knows how he can deal with this.

Yet… he’s never seen that photo in his dreams.

He snatches it away, looking it over--he remembers this, but why is it showing up in his dreams now? He hadn’t thought of this specter in so long…

As he continues to stare at the photo, he hears the child draw attention to the movies being played, and the ghost watches one in particular.

“...That night, Ernesto…”

And he looks up from the photo, a terrible chill filling him.

As the skeleton recounts the story of what happened so many nights ago, that night that he’d tried everything, everything to bury, to justify, to forget, he realizes...

Yes, the ghost has finished haunting his dreams.

Because he is about to make his afterlife a living nightmare.

#ernesto de la cruz #hector rivera #coco #pixar coco #coco spoilers #my art #my writing #fanfic

[svnflowervol666]

could u probably write one where h is dating a girl that’s a lil curvy? (You can look up someone like julia kelly and katya elise henry on ig/tumblr if u wanna know) and she gets a lot of comparisons from a few of his friends and fans, it kinda brings her down a bit bc idk man I’m a bit curvy too but i get so insecure sometimes knowing that people could be so judgmental but i know harry would love his girl no matter what 🥺❤️

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut-ish (at the end)

Something was off with Y/N. Harry had known this for the past few days. It wasn’t that she’d been acting completely different, just so much so that being the caring and attentive person that he is, Harry had picked up on it.

At first, it was turning down second helpings at dinner. He didn’t think much of it aside from giving her the side-eye, because it was her favorite meal that Harry only cooked for her on special occasions. Next, it was her offering to pleasure him in the morning with her mouth instead of letting him take care of them both. Again, it was odd for her to turn down early morning sex, but he’d assumed she was just tired. Then came the nights when Y/N refused to sleep naked. Harry and Y/N always slept without clothes on, Harry claiming that it was just one more layer keeping them apart, which he hated. Again, he thought it was weird, but the weather had been particularly nipply lately so he’d chalked it up to her simply getting chilly throughout the night and needing the extra warmth.

The last and final straw, the whistle-blower that tied all of her off-kilter behaviors together, came to Harry when Y/N was in the shower. She was rinsing off after dinner, which she had only picked at anxiously with her fork without actually eating much of, and Harry was cleaning up the kitchen and living room to prepare for the movie night they had planned. When Harry went to move Y/N’s open laptop from the coffee table, he accidentally woke up the screen, and what he saw puzzled him to no end. It was an article pulled up on her browser, one from a tabloid company titled, “Reasons Why Y/N is Harry Styles’ Best Girlfriend.” The article was filled with photos of not only him and Y/N but of him and his past girlfriends as well. The point was to prove how much happier Harry looked with Y/N as opposed to his exes, but Harry was peeved regardless. Sure, some of these women had done him wrong in the past and left him feeling absolutely gutted, but he hated seeing them being put up against each other in this fashion.

Only adding to his frustration, the next tab over from the article was twitter account that Y/N and Harry had made one drunken night in order to spy on his fans and have a good laugh at how funny some of his followers were. They logged on and scrolled through the tweets together occasionally, but the tweets pulled up on the screen were all about Y/N’s body rather than jokes about how badly they wanted Harry to run them over with his car or memes made out of the horrid candids people had taken of him on stage. They claimed that Y/N was better than Camille because she “actually has an ass,” and that Taylor could never pull off a dress like the one Y/N wore on New Year's Eve because she didn’t have the right curves like Y/N did. Again, not necessarily negative comments, but this coupled with the other article Y/N had been looking at was enough for Harry to comprehend what was happening here.

It didn’t take much for Harry to put it all together, and it broke his heart when he did. She was comparing herself to the other girls Harry had been with. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what people said about Y/N and he knew very well that she looked much different than the other girls he typically went for. People certainly picked up on Harry’s “type,” seeing as he was always a hot topic for the press. Therefore when Y/N came along, everyone had tons to say on the matter. He avoided the comments as much as he could, but it was clear that Y/N was unable to say the same.

In the midst of planning how Harry would approach her on the subject, Y/N emerged from the top of the stairs and made her way over to the couch, dressed in an oversized shirt of Harry’s and a pair of her favorite underwear. Harry quickly closed her laptop and moved it into the kitchen as if he hadn’t just been snooping through her browser history.

“Alright,” she huffed as she plopped down onto the plush cushions of the sofa, wet hair sticking to the nape of her neck, “What’re we watching tonight?”

“Dunno,” Harry pondered, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?”

“You know me too well, bubby,” she sighed contently.

A smile tugged at the corners of Harry’s mouth at the nickname she’d used. She appeared to be in a good mood, so he decided not to push his luck and try talking to her another day.

“Ye’ want some popcorn? Bought a new box at the store yesterday.”

“Uhh, no. I think I’m good. Still pretty full from dinner.”

You hardly touched your dinner, Harry thought to himself. He nodded (extremely hesitantly) at his girlfriend before situating his own self on the sofa next to her.

They settled on some independent film they knew they’d both hate, but that was the fun of it. Cracking jokes about how bad the acting was or about how inconsistent the main character’s accent was was almost more fun to Harry than watching a film that was actually good, which was why they ended up watching shitty, low budget ones on their designated, weekly movie nights.

Nearly halfway through the film, Harry absentmindedly slid his arm that was draped around her waist down to reach for Y/N’s thigh to place over his lap. He loved cuddling her this way, which their bodies morphed together and their legs intertwined under the coziest blanket in his house. Y/N loved it too, so Harry was shocked, but up until recently, not surprised, when she quickly pulled her leg away from Harry’s grip and off of his lap.

“Wha’s wrong? Ye’ don’t want to cuddle wi’ me?”

“What do you mean? I am cuddling with you?”

Harry huffed dramatically and rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s feigned ignorance.

“Ye’ know exactly what I mean, baby. And it’s not just that. You’ve been acting weird lately. I know ye’ think I haven’t noticed, but I have. Ye’ don’t eat as much at dinner anymore, ye’ sleep with a t-shirt on. Ye’ don’t even want me touchin’ ye’ right now. Plus, I saw what was pulled up on your laptop while ye’ were in the shower. I’m not dumb, Y/N. Just wish you’d talk t’ me about it’s all.”

Y/N felt the embarrassment creep up her chest and spread to her neck. Her cheeks burned hot as she stared directly into his emerald green eyes that were begging, pleading for her to open up to him and tell him why she’d been so clearly obsessed with her appearance as of late. She’d had no idea that she’d even made a pattern out of her behaviors must less that Harry had picked up on them. 

“I-...Harry....I don’t want to talk about this right now,” her voice barely came over a whisper.

“Well, I do. What is it? Ye’ think your too big f’ me or somethin’?”

Y/N sighed frustratingly in Harry’s direction. 

“It’s not that. Not entirely anyway. It’s hard to explain. You’ll think it’s stupid.”

She tried not to look at Harry, but his burning gaze made it impossible to tear her eyes away.

“Baby, nothing ye’ say or feel is stupid. Talk t’ me.”

He placed his ringed hand on her kneecap. She was hesitant to not pull away from his touch, but she tried her best to relax against his grip.

“It’s just that...I don’t....look like the other girls you’ve been with,” Y/N chewed her bottom lip anxiously as soon as the words left her mouth.

Harry still didn’t see her point.

“So?” he questioned, “There’s a reason why I’m not with ‘em anymore.”

“I’m just...I see all of these comments about what people say about me...about us and it makes me feel weird.”

“Weird? Like wha’?”

“Weird like I don't really see why you’re even with me, H. I am the polar opposite of all of your exes.”

Harry had half a mind to be angry with Y/N for more or less accusing him of not loving her when that couldn’t have been further from the truth, but he was able to see things from her side and keep his urges to himself. He knew exactly what it was like to be under constant scrutiny from the press, but she didn’t. She didn’t ask for this, she didn’t deserve this, and she certainly shouldn’t be feeling the way she’s feeling right now. 

“Baby,” Harry cooed her, “Wha’ever it is that ye’ read or wha’ever ye’ thinkin’, ‘ts not true. I swear on me mum that you’re the girl I want t’ spend forever with. Ye’ don’t have to change anything about ye’self to get me t’ love ye’ any more than I already do.”

“But-”

“But nothing,” Harry interrupted, “Promise me ye’ won’t read that rubbish anymore. And promise you’ll stop hidin’ ye’self from me, too.”

Y/N nodded slowly, feeling the tension built up in her shoulders slowly dissipating into thin air. Harry was her favorite person in the world, and hearing that from him meant everything. Of course, she’d still have her moments when she’d feel like she wasn’t good enough, but everyone had those. 

“Good,” Harry leaned over to press a chaste kiss over her forehead, “Now give me a proper cuddle.”

He leaned over to grab her by the waist and hoisted her up completely on top of him.

“Harry, no!” Y/N sheepishly exclaimed through embarrassed giggles.

“Y/N, yes!” Harry taunted her as he made them both comfortable on the sofa once more. 

He pulled the blanket up over their shoulders and wrapped his arms securely around her back so that he could pet her spine whilst they finished the movie. She nestled into Harry’s shoulder and breathed in his scent that lingered on his fitted, white t-shirt. Twenty minutes ago, she’d have felt like she was crushing Harry under her weight, but not now. She felt at peace knowing Harry loved her for who she was.

As movie nights typically go with Harry, he started to get quite handsy towards the end of the film. He was starting to shift about the sofa and his palms were navigating towards the supple skin of Y/N’s bum. At first, it was a comforting hand slipping in between the hemline of her panties and just resting there against her bare skin, but soon turned into Harry kneading teasing, firm motions on her ass. His lips had found their way to the sensitive patch of her neck, sucking and tugging the area lazily, but still intense enough to mark her up. 

“Angel,” Harry beckoned when he was able to pull his lips away from her momentarily.

Y/N hummed in response, too intoxicated from the tingling sensation caused by Harry’s tongue mouthing at her throat.

“Sit up f’ me,” Harry demanded, his voice dripping with lust and desire. 

She did as she was told, sitting up so she was still straddling Harry’s chest as she looked down at him. Harry kept a close grip on Y/N’s thighs as he slid further down the couch and his face was now inches away from her core.

“Harry, what’re you-”

“Shh,” Harry’s eyes were blown out and glassy as he switched from looking into her eyes and the damp patch that was slowly but surely forming at the front of her cotton panties. 

“Just let me love on ye’ for a bit. Come closer t’ me.” 

He tried tugging her thighs so that she’d sit down a bit more against him, but she tensed up.

“But I don’t want to-”

“Ye’ not gonna crush me or wha’ever it is that ye’ worried about.”

“I might,” she mumbled to herself.

Her self-depreciation caused Harry to nip the inside of her bare thigh with his teeth, which made her jerk in response.

“Hey!” she scolded.

Harry took advantage of her moment of disorientation and kissed her heat over the front of her panties so that he could taste the juices that had accumulated there. Her chuckles quickly died down into moans when she felt the beginnings of his stubble graze the part of her body where she’d always needed Harry the most. 

“Ye’ gonna listen t’ me now, pet?” Harry asked as he replaced his lips with his thumb, where he began rubbing tantalizingly slow circles against her clothed clit.

“Mhmmm,” Y/N mewled.

“Though so,” Harry finished off with his infamous cheeky smirk.

She settled down properly onto Harry’s face, hovering just over his plump, shining lips until he was ready to taste her again. When he pulled her panties to the side and latched onto her dripping, wet core, she sank even further down against Harry’s tongue, eager to feel him in every possible nook and cranny that he could reach. He drank from her like he’d never wanted anything else in his all of his days.

Y/N had no doubt in her mind that at this moment, Harry was being honest when he said that she was the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

#harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #asks

[houseofsannae]

A Fistful of Munny - Extended End Notes

Notes for A Fistful of Munny that don’t fit within the character limit under the cut!

Please, read the fic before reading this post

           All right! Welcome to the extended notes, in which I go into excruciating detail over a bunch of stuff that doesn’t matter, because I like the sound of my own voice!

           Let’s start with some more broad stuff that didn’t make the exclusive end notes space. To do the Fistful of Dollars homage, I needed a place where I could have two villainous factions intersecting for Strelitzia to play against one another. After some brainstorming and asking for help from other people working on the Entwined in Trine Sorikai zine (and ultimately ignoring all their very good suggestions (Sorry, guys!)), I eventually realized that the Wasteland from Epic Mickey was a perfect place for this story, both in the sense of having mooks to destroy without Strels committing actual murder, and in the thematic sense of forgotten characters. There was just one issue.

           I hadn’t played Epic Mickey.

           And that is how I spent my summer, playing both Epic Mickey games. Both, because I was looking for a good location to set the story in in-world. Since the Wasteland is based on the Disney theme parks, I was hoping to find one based on Frontierland, their Western section. Such a location did exist – Disney Gulch – but only in the second game. Which meant I had to play Epic Mickey 2, as well. (The first one is a better game, but that’s not really the fault of the developers; they were not given the time they needed to make it as good as the first one. Here’s a video with trivia about the series that goes a little into the development.) I also needed to learn the Mad Doctor’s ultimate fate, since I wanted his Beetleworx/Blotworx to be one of the two villainous factions. In the game, depending on whether you chose the Paint (Paragon) or Thinner (Renegade) path, the Doc is either redeemed… or dead. Neither of which was helpful, so I had to invent.

           But let’s talk about characters and why I picked them in order. The short version for why these choices, at least on the Final Fantasy side, is set-up for later. Obviously I can’t go into detail why. Before that, let’s talk about the Beanie Baby.

           Chi is, as I hope you were able to guess, Strelitzia’s Chirithy. I’ve brought it up several times, but I personally do not like mascot characters. There are a few exceptions, but Chirithies are not one of them. Like I said, KHUx isn’t what happened in this AU, so you’ll have to wait for in-universe answers on why it’s a cat now. Out-of-universe reason is this was the only way I could make it palatable for myself. I arbitrarily decided on a gender for it because as a real cat, it would have a sex. Canonically Chirithies appear to be genderless, and in Japanese refer to themselves with the gender-neutral (but masculine-leaning) boku. I would’ve left Chi that way, save for the fact that he’s a completely normal cat now. (And before you ask, no, not every real cat that appears in KHΨ from this point on is a Chirithy.)

           As for Strelitzia herself, it’s hard for me to pick up a character’s voice when they’re… not voiced. Intonation and cadence do a lot for me mimicking the way a character talks, so it’s a bit more difficult when they don’t technically speak. I tried for a mix between Sora and Kairi, while still keeping her defining character traits of being shy, but also impulsive.

           You may notice that while she’s started remembering faces, if not names, the Player’s name and face still eludes her, despite her (canonical. Deal with it.) crush on them. There is a story reason for this, and will become clear once Luxu takes centre stage.

           The name “Jane” was chosen with more consideration than just “Jane Doe” being the standard name in (at least my corner of) the English-speaking world for a woman of unknown identity. See, the Man With No Name actually has three names. In A Fistful of Dollars, he is referred to (by one character in one scene, once) as “Joe”. “Joan” might have been a more clear homage, but I figure Jane makes sense. And as you might guess, in the next fic, Strels will be going by a different name, still not her own. She’ll remember her name… eventually.

           One might think I could’ve picked any old Cid, and one would be wrong for reasons I can’t explain yet. In fact, I can’t explain much of anything surrounding him yet. What I can say is no, Cidney Aurum is not dead, she’s just not related to Cid Sophiar in this fic verse. An unfortunate consequence of where I wanted to put each of them in the narrative; making them not be related was the only way it made any sense, geographically speaking.

           Hyperion on the other hand, I can talk about. He’s one of the Gremlins in Epic Mickey, and… wait, first things first. Gremlins are from an abandoned Disney film based on a Roald Dahl book, itself based on the cryptids that supposedly haunted airplanes and caused them to malfunction, the earliest known written-down mention of the concept being from the 1920s. The film never got made, but the designs Disney would have used were adapted into a second printing of Dahl’s book, and they were later used in Epic Mickey. Hyperion is, like the publishing imprint that Disney owns, named after a street that Walt Disney used to live on. In-game, Hyperion is in Bog Easy (based on the Haunted Mansion), not Disney Gulch, but his name stuck out to me as being particularly fun, so I picked him instead of trying to figure out what Gremlins actually are in the Gulch (they have names in the files of Epic Mickey 2, but not in the actual game, so it would have been a hunt).

           Regardless of where the setting ended up, for the second villainous faction, I was always going to plop down the good old Don. More things I can’t talk about. For everything FF7, know that I’m always going to be pulling from a mix of the original game, Remake, and Machinabridged. Hence, Corneo’s outfit is a mix of his original and Remake designs (which basically just means he’s wearing blue jeans instead of brown). I didn’t think bringing in his three lieutenants from Remake was necessary, especially since this was supposed to be a kind-of small operation.

           Leslie is picked up and dropped from Remake pretty much unchanged. I needed someone to do the murders Strels couldn’t, and even if he’s not a complete asshole, he’s still mostly an asshole. Have we ever seen small, Materia-like balls used to cast magic before…?

           Onto the fun bits, which is the Disney characters. We’ll start with Percy, who is from a Goofy short called “How to Ride a Horse”, from 1950. And that’s about it. The conceit in Wasteland is that all of the Toons there were basically actors, and they wound up in Wasteland if they were forgotten (that’s not exactly correct, but I’m generalizing). This is interesting, since two of the Toons in Epic Mickey are Horace Horsecollar and Clarabelle Cow, both of whom… are residents of Disney Town in Kingdom Hearts, having shown up in Birth by Sleep. So that’s an interesting continuity snarl that I’m going to just ignore.

           Persephone and Pluto, on the other hand, are from an earlier short called “The Goddess of Spring”, from 1934. It was one of the projects Disney tried as practice for Snow White. If you’re about to protest that his name should be Hades, not Pluto, then you’re going to need a time machine so you can tell them back in the 30s. The Goddess of Spring is a musical, in the sense that every single line is sung. Watch it for yourself. There’s a video with better quality floating around YouTube, but for some reason it’s the French dub. And that’s why both of them sing most of their lines. I tried matching the meter of their actual parts, but Persephone’s doesn’t actually follow a syllabic pattern that I could make out. I eventually gave up and just gave her the meter from the start of the short. Pluto’s was easier to manage (and more consistent).

           The skeletons are Disney veterans, presumably the same ones from “The Skeleton Dance” (1929), but more specifically they’re mimicking what they did in “The Mad Doctor” (1933), the first appearance of our other villain. They’re fun.

           The original Mad Doctor was supposedly named “Dr. XXX”, according to the name on his door. This was before the modern film rating system was put in place; it was a different time. In the original short, the Mad Doctor kidnaps Pluto (the dog) with the intent of cutting him in half and putting his front half on a chicken For Science!, and Mickey follows him to his castle to rescue the purloined pooch. The short wasn’t a musical in the same vein as “The Goddess of Spring”, but… the Mad Doctor’s only spoken lines were a song (aside from evil cackling). While I had already decided to do the “Toons that sang in their short can only communicate through song” with Persephone and Pluto before starting on Epic Mickey 2, I hilariously discovered that the game developers had done the exact same gag with the Mad Doctor, most of his lines in the game being sung. (In Epic Mickey there were no fully voiced lines, so he speaks as normally as anyone else does). Which made it easier to write his songs here, since I could just rewrite his songs from the game. I used to write alternate lyrics for songs back in high school, so this was an interesting trip back in time for me. They were stuck in my head for weeks afterwards, but it was worth it.

           I believe that’s everything for the characters. Let’s talk about Keyblades.

           It irks me that three people in KHUx have the same Keyblade. Ephemer, Skuld, and Strelitzia all have variations of Starlight. Now, in KHΨ, there is only one Starlight, and it belongs to Luxu, so I’m going to have to decide on different Keyblades for each of them. (Ephemer’s has already been decided, and I haven’t started brainstorming for Skuld yet. No I do not need suggestions, thank you). Pixie Petal bears a noted (by KHWiki) resemblance to one of Marluxia’s alternate scythes, so that tangential connection was enough for me. Both siblings have flower-themed Keyblades – it makes sense to me.

           You might notice a few disparities in the magic. These are on purpose, and will eventually make sense. And that’s all I can say on that at the moment. ;)

           Oh, yes, one important thing I probably should have said on the main notes: I’m not going for a realistic depiction of amnesia here. Anything I got right was entirely accidental, and I’m fairly certain there’s not much. There might be a story reason for why it works the way it does… and it might be the same reason why other people from KHUx have or had amnesia in the present day…

           You know what’s funny? Although Orcuses look more impressive than Invisibles, their stats in Days are actually worse. I’m fairly sure that this is because the only time we see an Orcus, it’s actually an illusion cast over Xion so that Roxas will fight her to the death. There are no other stats for them (according to KHWiki), since they’ve never been used elsewhere.

           A friendly reminder that Apprentice Xehanort invented the term “Heartless”, which was why Aqua didn’t know what to call them until Mickey told her. Thus, nobody from the era of the Keyblade War should know the term “Heartless” without being told by someone in present day. “Darkling” was the term they used instead. I’m fairly certain KHUx ignores the continuity on this (so why should we trust its continuity for anything else, hmm?)

           I think that covers everything! Or at least everything I’m willing to share at this point. If you’ve read this far, thank you! I appreciate your dedication! ^_^

#kingdom hearts Ψ #fanfic #kingdom hearts #strelitzia #fic notes #a fistful of munny

[a-student-out-of-time]

There's a good and a bad way to subvert expectations. Unfortunately what's been happening a lot lately is that many works go for twists for the sake of being twists, the Star Wars Sequels being a prime example of this. Or the later sessions of Game of Thrones. There is a fine balance between being able to surprise your audience and not being extremely predictable.

//I’ve absorbed more complaints and feelings from both those series through pop-culture osmosis than I have from watching them. I’m more of a casual observer, but I do have some feelings on both these points (which I will put under here if you’re interested.)

//tl;dr version: I think we should unbiasedly judge media on its own merits and look over what works internally within the story and what doesn’t, be willing to make our own judgements rather than jump on bandwagons and tell people what they should or shouldn’t like, and not treat opinions as straight facts.

//And also that I’m honestly tired of hearing about the sequels and GoT ^^;

//I disagree with a lot of people on the Star Wars sequels (aside from 9, fuck 9), but I’d rather not start a debate about it nor their quality overall. Only that I think people really overreacted to them  and many others jumped on the hate bandwagon when emotions were running high.

//Frankly, many of the criticisms I saw about the films felt either wildly inconsistent about what they’re upset about or what they wanted it to be (7 was criticized for being too much like old Star Wars, 8 for not being enough like old Star Wars) and others felt like they came from bad faith and I can’t take them seriously.

//And yes, the last season of Game of Thrones is trash and wrecked everyone’s storylines for the sake of being shocking, but let’s also be real: GoT was never going to have a happy ending if it wanted to stick to its “realism.” Whoever got on the Iron Throne was inevitably going to have to purge all opposition to consolidate power. That’s just how real revolutions and coups work.

//To be clear, Daenerys’ turn to evil murderousness was stupidly executed, but it wasn’t necessarily unprecedented. What I frankly dislike about fantasy in general is its tendency toward the Divine Right of Kings. That only certain bloodlines have the right to rule and you just need to put the “rightful heir” on the throne. In other words, giving absolute power to a magically omnibenevolent person will fix everything. I may be an optimistic humanist, but I know that simply doesn’t happen.

//The entire point of GoT is that DRoK is stupid and royalty in general really kinda sucks. If you go back, you see most of the lords we follow, including “good king” Eddard Stark, are either totally indifferent to the masses or are completely sadistic and torture them for funsies since the legal system doesn’t protect peasants.

//The Starks are no better than the Lannisters simply by virtue of being overall “nicer” than them. Both sides start wars that get thousands of people killed. Also, everybody loved John Snow, but he also fucking hanged a kid and I’ve never heard anyone bring that up since.

//Most importantly, Daenerys was a likable character with a sympathetic backstory, but even before the last season, she was fully embracing being a Targaryen by blood and was openly murdering people who got in her way while she was conquering territory after territory.

//Yes, a lot of the people she killed were slaveholders, but let’s be real for a moment: not everyone who participates in an evil system is evil themselves. It’s easy for us as the audience to judge them for participating in a slavocracy, but living in one comes with being told slavery is okay. That doesn’t make them evil by nature, just subject to the biases of their culture.

//Also, slavery is evil but conquering people is fine? And burning people to death for opposing you is acceptable since you’re going to be better and free everyone, or because you had a sympathetic backstory? These are the kinds of things that get villains criticized for, but is treated as a necessary evil at worst for the protagonists.

//This is protagonist-centered morality. The show is framing it in a way where you’re being drawn in to see it that way, but also telling you not to see blatant hypocrisies for what they really are. Daenerys was even called as mad as her father by Tyrion. It wasn’t well-executed, but it was going to happen regardless of how much anyone liked her.

//Violence for a good cause is still violence. If you’re going to burn people for disagreeing with you, then say that other people shouldn’t and should listen to others, that’s full-on hypocrisy. That goes for most of the characters in the show, frankly, and the message is executed well for most of it.

//That being said, don’t think this means I think the last season of GoT is good, that the Star Wars sequels are perfect, or that I hate all fantasy books ever. That’s not what I’m saying. I try to enjoy what’s good about them and point out their flaws regardless.

//What I’m saying is it’s important to, when you want to be critical of media, put your feelings and biases aside and judge the media you’re criticizing on its own merits. In my opinion, the claims that the sequels only did things to subvert expectations is unfounded. They were going their own direction, which was admittedly controversial and not what many people wanted, but just because you don’t want it to happen doesn’t mean it’s a bad twist

//Just like how a character isn’t a Mary Sue just because they’re too OP or you don’t like them. That’s not what that term means and hearing people use it like that irritates me. While I do have my complaints about characters, people use that term as if it’s a form of literary criticism that has more use than is necessary.

//If a character is OP, they’re OP. If a character is flat, they’re flat. If a character is poorly written, they’re poorly written. If a character is at the center of the universe and literally everything else exists just to amplify them and their role in things, then they’re likely a Mary Sue/Gary Stu. It’s not a label to slap on  a character you don’t like or to give a critique (or complaint) more weight.

//This is why I say DR3 Chiaki isn’t a Mary Sue, she’s just not a very well written character. All Mary Sues are poorly written characters, but not all poorly written characters are Mary Sues. She’s not terrible, but she’s not explored much and her only big roles are being the person who brings Class 77-B together and her death turns them to despair.

//While her death was tragic and brutal, we didn’t really get a good look at who she was as a person beyond just being nice and opening up to her friends. If they’d expanded on that a little more, maybe it would’ve been more effective, but the way she died felt...manipulative and shock baity in a lot of ways since it banked mostly on our familiarity with her despite it being a totally different person.

//DR3 honestly had a whole host of shocky and just plain gross scenes that I really don’t think needed to be there.

//But likewise, if a story has a plot twist that you don’t like, that doesn’t automatically make it purely shock bait or subverting expectations just for the sake of doing so. There’s a difference between “this character was evil all along and there were a lot of clues and we just didn’t want to believe it” and “this character was evil all along for reasons we’re dumping on you now.”

//Just so I don’t seem like a hypocrite, while I personally don’t like what happened with Mikan in chapter 3 of SDR2, it was an effective way of foreshadowing the truth of them being the remnants of despair. It was set up that every had lost their memories and this was a sign that getting them back wasn’t necessarily going to have a good outcome.

//And I’ll be real: I can’t take a lot of the complaints about the Sequels or GoT seriously because much of it carries overtones of racism, sexism and antisemitism. For those more into Star wars, I think you know what I mean already and that’s all I’ll say. As for GoT, I’ve seen reddit posts viscerally attacking the writers directly and even saying that we should’ve expected the ending to suck since it was “written by Jews.”

//Yeah, go figure I can’t read any of that. I know not all people who hated the show’s ending or the films are like that, but it’s impossible to deny that those attitudes are very real.

//In the end, if you want to be critical of media, the worst way to do that is to just watch a video of someone complaining about it for half an hour. Yes, those video essays can be fun, but the only way to be truly critical of media you enjoy is to examine it yourself and look closely at what’s in it and how it’s presented. That goes doubly for shows you like.

//I know not everyone will do that and all opinions are ultimately subjective, but don’t let someone else tell you that you should hate something or that something is bad just because they didn’t like how it ended. Watch or read it yourself and draw your own conclusions. Don’t just follow the crowd and also be respectful of people who don’t agree with you. You can learn a lot when you talk to someone with a different opinion.

#mod talks #mod rambles #a student out of time #just giving my thoughts #Anonymous #cw: racism #cw: sexism #cw: antisemitism

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Meet Me in the Middle Chapter 28

Meet Me in the Middle Chapters Masterlist

Word Count: 2692

This is a fic about Rosetta, Nova and Adrian’s daughter, who doesn’t have powers (sort of) and is in love with Ellie, Oscar and Ruby’s daughter, and handles both in the worst way possible.

SEE THE TAGS FOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!

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Rosetta draped herself across one of the chairs in the common spaces. Throughout the campus, in all of the buildings, there were recreation spaces with tables and chairs and board games stored aside. The larger ones were in the student center and they had more than board games. There were pool tables, ping-pong tables, air hockey, board games, books, magazines, bean bag chairs, blankets, and even badminton rackets and birdies.

Oftentimes groups of students would come and hang out or work on projects together like Rosetta was now.

But at the moment, it was just Rosetta and Ellie, the two of them waiting while Beck and Kiki finished talking to one of their teachers about something related to their band while Lana waited for Meg to finish showering as she had rehearsals all day.

Since Meg was a dance major, she had rehearsals for the Valentine's Day show, which had been casted a few months ago, but also the Spring Show. Their roles for that had been casted right before break and rehearsals started up right after and usually there was overlap between show rehearsals.

Meg liked to have someone wait for her so they all took turns. They had asked Ellie and Rosetta to go claim their spot before the commons got too crowded after people began leaving from classes and hopefully there weren't too many people who didn't have after class activities. Meg had barely escaped another round of rehearsals as she was thankfully scheduled for the next day.

Rosetta was almost certain that their friends were just trying to give her and Ellie some alone time too by making them grab a spot but she wasn't complaining and was instead ranting about a fantasy book series, The Aviator's Path, that she was obsessed with to Ellie while Ellie listened and was writing something down in a notebook.

"So in the first book they get trapped inside this weird cell thing because they tried to start a prison revolt and one of the guards helps them escape and then slips some sort of coin medallion key thing into her hand but in the third book she finds the lock it opens and places it into the lock only for it to open and to reveal he made the antagonist his puppet and....." she trailed off, realizing that Ellie probably didn't know what she was talking about and she had been talking for too long about music anyways.

But Ellie was still looking at her intently while she wrote, listening and trying to understand. And Rosetta started to feel like she was being watched at the same time. It was the creepy feeling washing over her again and she assumed it was just because Ellie was staring at her but it didn't help her want to talk much either.

"Why'd you stop talking?" Ellie asked, cocking her head, eyes full of concern. She paused from whatever she was scribbling down in one of her many notebooks though Rosetta couldn't make out what it said. Her handwriting was in a very messy cursive that was not legible to anyone but Ellie and Rosetta could only read it after a few minutes of looking at it.

"I- I was talking too long. I know I tend to just ramble about things I like and ignore everything else and I thought you wouldn't want to hear anymore of me talking about the book series. I know you're not a big fan of fantasy or YA novels and stick to non-fiction," Rosetta admitted, words rushed and blurred together.

Her face fell as she reached out and squeezed Rosetta's hands.

"I love it when you ramble. I don't care if it's about something I don't understand or like as long as you're happy."

"But isn't it annoying?" Rosetta asked. "I mean most people find it annoying. They won't always say it but I can tell eventually."

She thought of all the times classmates had told her to shut up. She thought about all the times her teachers before high school had told her to shut up. She thought about all the faces of the adults and family members who tried to be nice but grew bored and wanted her to shut up.

"It's not annoying. I love your voice regardless of the situation."

"Really?" Rosetta asked. People told her she had a pretty voice when she sang and they told her they liked to hear her talk because her voice could be soothing when she was bored but no one ever told her that they always liked her voice. Eventually, one way or another, they would snap and signal in some way that she was being annoying. 

In fact, Ellie was the only one who had ever told her before that they liked her voice in general. Ellie was the first and only person to tell her that her rambling wasn't a nuisance. Her friends never minded too much but they never said it.

"Of course!" Ellie said. "I swear you should have an ASMR channel and you should just talk forever about whatever you want and I would watch the videos and it would help me relax."

The idea of someone wanting to listen to her talk for hours on end and not only wanting it but saying that it would relax them instead of annoy them made Rosetta ecstatic. No one ever wanted to hear her talk so she didn't before she got too far ahead of herself.

Ellie then leaned over and pressed a kiss to her mouth but they were interrupted by Meg and Lana coming in. Meg was freshly showered, her short hair still a little wet as she flopped back in a bean bag and Lana launched herself onto a couch.

"So what have you two been up to?" Lana asked, raising a brow and smiling suggestively. 

Meg hit her with a pillow. "Lana leave them alone," she said, leaning back in the bean bag and relaxing.

"We literally just sat here talking," Rosetta said, rolling her eyes.

"You guys are gross," Ellie said, sticking out her tongue.

Meg and Lana hooted with laughter as Rosetta peeled herself out of her chair and grabbed one of the little paddles for the air hockey.

"Anyone want to play?" She asked, tossing it up and catching it.

Lana got off the couch and took the other paddle. "You're on."

"First person to ten points wins," Rosetta said, turning on the table and putting the disk down. She shot it right at Lana who missed blocking it. The puck didn't make a point either, instead bouncing around the edges of the table.

They sent the puck back and forth, each of them scoring a few points while Meg and Ellie talked with each other and watched the little competition. 

Beck and Kiki then came in, disrupting the game by dumping snacks from the vending machine onto the table. They had a few cans of Snapple and some assorted snacks that they all liked.

"Snack break!" Kiki yelled.

"Oh good. I was getting hungry after rehearsals?" Meg said.

"It's why we came prepared," Beck said as him and Kiki began passing out snacks.

The game would have to wait.

Rosetta reached for the peach Snapple but so did Lana.

"Winner of the game gets the Snapple?" Lana offered.

"Or you can both actually look and see that we got two," Kiki said, rolling her eyes and passing them the other one.

"Oh," Rosetta said, catching it. "Thank you."

They all sat down and opened their drinks, trading Snapples and passing bits of their snacks to each other. Like normally, Beck and Rosetta continued their competition of catching food in their mouth, Kiki throwing fruit snacks in the air and each of them shoving each other out of the way to catch it. The game resulted in a lot of head-butting and crashing into each other but it was fun anyways.

As they messed around, the air hockey game was forgotten and abandoned, replaced by all of them laughing and giggling.

"Oh my stars! I forgot I have to grab some things from the camera department to finish up a project tomorrow! Can two of you come with me to get the equipment?" Lana asked, all of the sudden, eyes wide in horror at her own forgetfulness. 

"I'll come," Rosetta offered.

"Me too," Ellie said, standing up.

"We'll be back soon. Won't take long," Lana said, grabbing their hands and pulling them away and dragging them out the door. 

It was cold out so they ran down to the film house to get whatever camera equipment Lana needed. She usually forgot a lot of things but Rosetta never minded. She was forgetful herself too. 

As they went into one of the rooms, Lana started grabbing things and piled them on a table. She was musing over herself and counting things off in her mind as she did so, making sure she had everything.

In the meantime Rosetta and Ellie sat and waited patiently, looking at their phones.

She noticed there was a new posting on the school's posting app which was literally just called GATA App. For a school based on talent and creativity it wasn't a very creative name but it wasn't like she could change it or complain much. The app was mandatory for all students to have and each student automatically got their own account by enrolling, but it kept them constantly updated on what was happening at school. All students could post on it, asking questions to teachers and being able to set up meetings as well as being able to ask for help and advice from other students on their own projects.

Immediately, both Ellie and Rosetta opened it up. They usually didn't get many notifications but they were tagged in a post only for it to be a horror show. 

It was pictures of Ellie and Rosetta kissing posted by Jack Vales and outing them to the whole school. They were moments when the two of them had thought they were alone. It was all taken at school but Rosetta didn't know how he even got these pictures. One was of them moments ago in the commons when Ellie had kissed her, right before Lana and Meg walked in.

But it wasn't just the two of them in photos. The rest of it was all Rosetta. Some were videos and audio recordings where she admitted she wasn't straight. And all of it was at the fingertips of their school.

Lana noticed their faces and turned, looking down at the photos with a face of shock.

Rosetta took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She didn't think anyone at school would really be surprised but it didn't make it right. Her love life and sexuality belonged to her and no one else. No one was entitled to know anything about them.  

Even if being gay or trans was mostly widely accepted, people being outed still happened and it still was miserable. There was part of being shoved out of the closet that no one talked about. It wasn't the violence that followed after or the way people changed how they treated you or viewed you, it was the way if put up a roadblock from becoming who you were meant to be.

And that was one of the worst parts.

Everyone carves a path for themselves in life and for many gay and trans people, part of carving that path is figuring out their sexuality or gender. It meant learning to let go of certain people and learning to accept part of who you are. It meant learning that some people were going to hate you for existing and it meant unlearning that in yourself too sometimes. 

Being gay or trans changes the way you view yourself and how others view you. It's a large weight to bare and some people who hadn't accepted those changes yet should not have been forced too and never should be forced too.

Lana pulled something out of the shadows by the hair. It was Jack and he must have had the ability to travel through shadows which would explain how he got the photos.

Jack was yelling at her but Lana wasn't backing down. She never backed down.

"You asshole!" She screamed at him.

"They deserve it. Being gay is unnatural," he insisted, growing defensive and glaring. 

"Oh but you believe Jesus could walk on water and that's fine? News flash! Jesus and all the of the disciples were gay!"

"Don't insult my religion like that!"

"It's my religion too you dick! And maybe don't be homophobic to my friends!" Lana yelled.

In the meantime Rosetta was trying to stay calm and keep Ellie from blowing her top. While everyone always assumed, based on the way Ellie and Rosetta dressed and acted, that Rosetta was the more violent one and Ellie was more docile, it was quite the opposite. Rosetta would never start a fight, no matter what. However her girlfriend, despite all the dresses and heels she wore, would absolutely shred someone if she felt it was necessary.

Both of them were good at physical fighting but Rosetta only used it as self defense whereas Ellie would do it on the drop of the dime without telling anyone.

And sometimes if she wasn't careful and she was really pissed her powers got out of control. It happened for a lot of prodigies when emotions were running high and while Ellie was slow to anger, when she got upset it could be extreme. All hell would break loose sometimes.

Rosetta could tell Ellie was about to boil over and could feel the air in the room changing. It scared her and put her even more on edge. Things never ended well when this happened.

Tears pricked her eyes.

"Elena," Rosetta whispered, pleading. It had been so long since she had called Ellie by her full name.

"I know," Ellie said softly. "I'm trying."

She was aware of her powers becoming more and more wild and she knew that Rosetta hated violence not just for herself but for others. Every time Rosetta had ever been violent she lost control of her own powers, though unknowingly, and was expelled for it. She didn't want the same for Ellie or any of her friends, especially when she had a feeling that by the end of this she was going to need them with her at school and at her side.

Jack's attention then turned to Rosetta as he approached, Rosetta's heart pounding with fear. She could defend herself but she did not want to. She was scared of not only him, but of the chance that she would be kicked out of another school. With her track record, administration was probably not on her side and she wasn't sure if she could handle having to change schools again. She was so close to graduating and had finally found a place where she fit in and at the last leg of the race it might be ripped away from her.

Rosetta was also terrified that he would hurt Ellie and Lana. They would do everything they could to prevent her from being hurt and if that meant taking any hits for her then so be it. Even worse, he might hurt them in retaliation to her.

"You should have agreed to come over," Jack snarled. "Maybe I could have changed you."

Tears streamed down her cheeks silently and she bounced her leg and flapped her hands for comfort as he came closer. She felt herself shrinking and feeling the need to puke and the implications of his words. Rosetta had never before wanted her mom or dad with her at the moment.

Ellie jumped out of her chair before Rosetta could grab her hand and pull her back. Her fist collided with Jack's face, a spray of blood shooting out. At the same time, all the air in the room shot back, causing the shelving unit of props behind Rosetta to come crashing down on her. 

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I would love to have an analysis on 1) vmin airport moment from feb 2019, 2) the mama rose thing from dec 2019 and them being loud in general towards the end of the year, 3) the lack of vmin vlive, 4) the mystery of vmin being clingy af to the point that tae apparently calls jimin whenever the latter's out alone but still not knowing about jimin's vacation details until they met for bon voyage 4 (??), 5) an analysis on bv4 as a whole. thankuuu in advance

Sure~ I’d love to talk about these things! 

For the airport moment, I assume you’re talking about this one: 

If not, feel free to correct me, but this is the one I’m going to be talking about right here. (all points below the cut - be ready for a long post)

Number 1 - The Airport Moment

This moment was particularly cute to me just because it’s one of those moments that seem so unnecessarily soft. If you don’t look very closely, you might not think too much about it. When I view moments like this without trying to analyze them, I just think, “aw what a cute moment.” And that’s it. I can always turn on an analytical mind, read too much into things, and seem completely delusional to anyone who might think there’s nothing going on. So let’s get to that, shall we?

First, let’s talk about that shirt. I love the colors in Taehyung’s shirt, and I mean...come on. Does that not look so good on him? Like, damn. Maybe it’s the hair, too.

Moving on. Jimin and Taehyung were just standing next to each other at the start of this moment. They weren’t even right next to each other. There was a bit of distance between them, which is possibly why Taehyung grabbed onto Jimin and pulled him closer.

The thing that really caught my attention, other than how obviously soft Taehyung was when he pulled Jimin closer and put his arm around him, was how Jimin seemed to have a very subtle reaction to it. I don’t know if he was signalling something to Taehyung or not, but it almost seems to me like he was trying to point out the fact that they had cameras on them.

After Jimin’s subtle reaction, Taehyung removes his arm from Jimin and adjusts his messenger bag on his shoulder. The response to Jimin’s reaction seems a little like Taehyung’s just trying to act normal, and like he wasn’t just gazing lovingly into his best friend’s eyes, trying to pull him closer.

This whole moment in general feels a little too personal to me. If Jimin had just let Taehyung pull him close without any reaction, I don’t think it would have looked so suspicious. The two are best friends, and they get away with pretty much everything. But (if there is anything going on in between them) I get the feeling that one of them always knows when something feels a little too intimate, and signals to the other to let them know somehow. If that’s the case, this may have been one of those moments for Jimin.

Number 2 - Mama Rose

That is this moment right here, and this is another spectacular, noteworthy moment between the two of them.

This part is especially cute to me because it’s during Mikrokosmos that they do this. The part specifically is during the lyrics of “you’ve got me” and “i’ve got you.”

Maybe it’s nothing specific, but the lyrics being at that time, and Jimin deciding to approach Taehyung with a rose is particularly cute to me. We already know that the two are there for each other through thick and thin, so this moment really feels a little more than Jimin just being cute with Taehyung for the ARMYs.

Also...can’t see Taehyung’s eyes because of his long ass hair in his face, but just the way Jimin is looking at him and smiling. And then you have Taehyung’s little smile there, which only creeps up after Jimin reveals the rose. Then Jimin can be smiling more once Taehyung starts to smile.

Even if this was partly meant as a fan service, you can see that they both clearly enjoyed that little moment. It was so soft and their reactions are so subtle but appreciative, and these are the Vmin moments that I live for.

Number 2.1 - Loud Vmin End of 2019

So Vmin were pretty loud during the end of the year, and they’ve been quite loud throughout a lot of this year, too.

I honestly think the production of “Friends,” might have something to do with it. They were probably working on it since 2019, so it would make sense. 

Vmin have been a fairly muted pair throughout the history of BTS. Their moments are often cut off camera, for some reason. They’ve talked about wanting to do a song together but never getting the chance (other than their early days 95z Graduation song). One of the most daring examples being the Christmas song that Taehyung wrote with the intention of singing with Jimin. We hear about them hanging out all the time, but it’s something that we hardly get to see. They say they are best friends, but they only let us see so much of that. So its seems to me like they want to keep certain things about their friendship private. Despite people thinking “Friends” is commercializing it

It’s possible that the company finally allowing them to sing a song together has pushed their more recent moments together. If the company took any part in concealing anything about Taehyung and Jimin’s friendship/relationship, it’s possible that they’ve decided that some things are acceptable for them to show. It’s also possible that Big Hit (not Vmin) realized that Jimin and Taehyung’s friendship is something they can capitalize on, so they stopped concealing things and stopped editing them out and allowed them to show their closeness more. Not necessarily saying that Vmin aren’t close, but that they weren’t allowed to show certain things before that they are being allowed to show now.

Number 3 - Lack of a Vmin Live

This is such a controversial topic because we always get one of them saying that they want to do a live with the other. Honestly, it’s more Jimin saying that he wants to do the live with Taehyung, but Taehyung seems rather reluctant to do the live with Jimin. This really started around the time that they stopped doing their Mandago thing that they used to do (oh how I miss those days). The Mandago live series were the cutest Vmin lives there were because they were (usually) alone in them, and you really got to see how close they were.

Ironically, around the same time that the dumpling incident happened (maybe) because I think it was around the time that Taehyung was filming Hwarang or wanting to get serious about acting, Jimin had his first Mandago live that was supposed to be without Taehyung. During the live, he stated that Taehyung didn’t want to join him. Taehyung was supposed to “stop using dialect”, so he didn’t want to do the mandago series with Jimin anymore. Despite Taehyung (on Jimin’s word) saying that he didn’t want to be in the video, he ended up crashing the party when Jin and Jungkook showed up. Jimin, being the softhearted boy that he is, eventually let Taehyung in. Although he caved and let Taehyung in the room, I really got the feeling that Jimin was irritated because Taehyung said that he didn’t want to be in the live but then showed up after Jin and Jungkook.

I got the feeling that something similar happened in the recent live with Jungkook where he and Jimin were making kimbap. There was just something off about the way Jimin reacted when Taehyung called during that live, and it got me wondering if a similar thing happened. Did Jimin invite Taehyung first? But then decided to do the live with Jungkook because Taehyung wouldn’t do it with him? Did Taehyung get the notification for the live, and decided to interrupt Jimin’s time with Jungkook? Is that why Jimin reacted the way he did when Taehyung called and didn’t really converse with him much? Was he pissed off about that? Or was it something else?

I think that Jimin genuinely wants to do a live with Taehyung, but Taehyung keeps refusing. The reason I get that feeling is because Jimin brings it up all the time. Jimin doesn’t seem like the sort to sabotage Taehyung and say that he’s refusing to do the live when he isn’t. So I think he’s genuinely refusing to do the live, and that’s somehow something that okay for Jimin to talk about without creating any riffs between him and Taehyung. He even put Taehyung on the spot by asking him during a live once to participate in a future live with him. I don’t know what that’s all about, but maybe they’ll get their live one day.

Number 4 - Clingy Vmin but no vacation details???

If you watched Bon Voyage 4, you would know that the BTS members had a personal vacation before their work vacation in which they would be filming BV4. When they were all getting ready to start the vacation on the show, they were talking about what they did during their personal one. Taehyung and Jimin reportedly didn’t speak and Taehyung didn’t seem to know many details about Jimin’s personal time.

You can look at this as either 1) they were lying, and they did talk, and Taehyung was only pretending not to know any of the details, or 2) they didn’t talk and Taehyung really didn’t know anything.

Okay, so let’s go with point number 2 because why would they lie about it? So what if they communicated and knew the details of each other’s vacations? Namjoon and Yoongi admitted to texting each other every day, so there shouldn’t be a problem if Vmin did the same, right? So we’re going to set the far fetched point number one aside for now and go with number two.

Vmin act incredibly clingy, and they claim to talk all the time on their off time. They talk about facetiming when they aren’t together, so it honestly seems like they have so much of each other. If point number 2 is true, it’s possible that this was an important break from each other. They may have intentionally not communicated just for the purpose of having time to focus on themselves. Regardless of what their relationship is - friendly or romantic - sometimes time apart is important to keep the relationship going strong. So, if they truly didn’t talk to each other during their vacation, I think that’s probably way.

After all, when they got back together, they were right back to their clingy selves, and they released the song “Friends” in which Jimin says he wants Taehyung to stay with him even when the cheers are gone.

Number 5 - Bon Voyage 4

I’m going to briefly mention BV3 because I want to compare the two different seasons together. In BV3, Taehyung didn’t join BTS right away because he had something to take care of at home. I heard that it was his grandfather passing, but I’m not sure the exact reason. Anyway, when he did join, he and Jimin were given the chance to be paired up basically every day. They were really close, and it seemed that Jimin was trying to be the support that Taehyung needed at the time.

In BV4, the case seemed a little different. Like mentioned in section number 4, they were on vacation just before filming BV4, and Vmin were on their own, personal vacations. They weren’t entirely together in this one like they were in BV3, but they still managed to be together when they found the chance. I’ve only watched BV4 one or two times, so I’ll have to rewatch it again to list every moment, but I’ll talk about the things that caught my attention and stood out enough for me to remember well enough to talk about now.

Jimin and Taehyung got to share a room/sleep together twice. The first time, Taehyung was already asleep in the camper, and Hoseok basically gave permission to Jimin for them to share the room while he and Jungkook used the bed upstairs. The second time was in the house that they stayed at, and Jimin practically made sure that one happened. As Taehyung was one place behind Jimin (or the other way around, I can’t remember for sure) in the game that they played to decide the order in which they would choose rooms, they were supposed to choose one after the other. Jimin wanted to take the bigger room, but Taehyung wanted the smaller one. Instead of arguing or taking the room he wanted, Jimin decided to go with the smaller room so that he was sharing with Taehyung. He didn’t say that’s why he chose the room, but it’s obvious and completely not delusional to acknowledge that that’s why he chose the room that wasn’t the room he wanted. Because the person he shared it with was more important than the room he got. (x)

Another moment that particularly stood out to me was the night that they were all deciding what they would do with their next day. Each of the members chose things that they wanted to do. I think Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook all did the same thing. Namjoon spent the day by himself and worked on music. And Taehyung wanted to go horseback riding. Jimin didn’t seem to have a particular thing in mind, but he knew that he wanted to go with Taehyung. Whatever Taehyung was doing, that’s where Jimin wanted to be. He didn’t want to ride the horse, but he went. Because it was Taehyung that he wanted to hang out with. And maybe after spending all of their vacation days apart, he just wanted to be with Taehyung again. (x)

I hope that I covered these points somewhat to your liking. Or at least covered enough of them to satisfy. Thank you for the ask!

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