#These two run rampant in my mind /pos

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Okay my hyperfixation have kicked in now, Mhhh... let's see this play out.

Trigger Warning : Death.

Tango is the first person to notice something was different, it's been weeks, or possibly an month or two or so since he have last visited his rancher partner, Sheriff Jimmy, he was ecstatic after finishing renovating the caving of the Goblinland, with Fwhip being commanding him tweaking this, redstone that and such. It's a good thing he decided to take a two weeks break from constant redstone.

As he arrived on the Tumble Town, the town seems deserted and poorly maintenance broken windows, rotting dark woods he saw as he glance around panic swirling within his mind and begun to frantically run towards deeper inside on what's formerly known town.

Calling out Jimmy's name louder than before. And in the distance he saw a figure and immediately recognize it. He knew this person, deep and tattoo within his very fabric of his soul. He was glad to see he was alright, almost sent him to frantic panic. But then his moment of relief is immediately shattered as he saw Jimmy being transparent is he floating?! No, that can't be he's not wearing an elytra and then he felt choked all of the sudden. Emotions running rampant within his mind. As standing before him Jimmy wearing his sheriff uniform with a bright smile within his eyes with no pain in sight. He waved at Tango and softly spoken ''Hello, um, welcome to Tumble Town.!''

(Aka after the isolation done by Fwhip and Joel to our poor o'l Sheriff, Jimmy have died due to “Broken-heart syndrome'' and his spirit return venture on what remains of Tumble Town. And it Tango only find it out)

Yeah sorry for such sudden twist of angst about Rancher duo I couldn't help myself about it.

I'm just gonna let this post sit I have nothing to add to this /pos

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Kiss From A Rose

The Proposal in the Bunker

Summary: Y/n has been hunting alongside the infamous Winchesters for years now, but when an unexpected case pops up in her hometown, she finds herself struggling not only with her feelings for the eldest brother but with the things from her past that she has been fighting to forget. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus size Reader

Word Count: 1.6K+

Warnings: Language, negative body image discussion

Author’s Note: Welcome to my first fanfic series for Supernatural! Hope you all enjoy this little adventure xo Alex

Catch up with the series masterlist and check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

The heavy metal door to the garage thudded shut behind the huntress as she made her way into the bunker. A slew of plastic bags from the supply run she had made dangled from her arms as she sifted through the mail she had also stopped to pick up from her PO box. Most of the items were junk mail, having followed her to Kansas when she forwarded her address, while there were a few postcards from her hunter friends and associates. 

Y/n skillfully set the groceries down on the island in the kitchen when a symbol on one of the envelopes caught her eye as it shimmered in the fluorescent lights of the bunker. Pulling it from the bunch, the red horseshoe surrounding a bucking mule that was etched into the paper sent knots to her stomach. Her hands shakily ripped open the thick envelope and pulled the heavy cardstock free, allowing her eyes to scan the words hidden inside. It was an invitation to the class of ‘99’s twenty-year reunion, the date indicated it was to take place on the coming weekend. 

It was as if the mere mention of her hometown had her skin crawling. The small, tight-knit farming town did not bring her any positive memories, especially high school. The huntress had struggled with her weight and appearance since she was in elementary school. The teasing was relentless and with only a couple hundred kids in her graduating class, she was an easy target for the popular kids. The scars their torment had left affect her every day still twenty years later. It’s not something she could wash clean or rub a magic cream into, they were ingrained into her very core. There was no way she would subject herself to even thinking about returning to that place so, as far as she was concerned, they could kiss her ass. 

Without a second thought, she tossed the invite into the garbage and began to put away the groceries. As she hadn’t picked up much besides the essentials, it didn’t take her long to finish. Y/n grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped the cap, and headed deeper into the fortress she now lived in. 

The Winchesters were visible in the library as soon as she entered the war room. Sam sat at one of the tables, his face in his laptop, clearly engrossed in whatever it was he was reading. Dean was perched across from his younger brother, his booted feet up on the hardwood surface and a beer in his right hand. 

“Hey.” A soft smile crossed his freckled face when he saw her climbing the stairs towards them. “Did you get the pie?”

The woman couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the green-eyed hunter as she took the seat next to him and took a drink of the cold IPA in her hand. “Yes, Dean, I got the pie.” 

He tossed her a wink in response, the casual action erupting a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She hated how easily the older Winchester seemed to affect her, whether it was a casual glance here or a flirty nickname there, she always found herself like putty in his hands. It was embarrassing if she was being honest with herself, and obvious. Luckily, though, it seemed he didn’t have a clue and she planned to keep it that way, saving her the eternal awkwardness of Dean having to let her down easy.

“So get this, I might have found us a case.” The sound of Sam’s voice broke her out of whatever weird self-deprecating reverie she had fallen into. Y/n took another sip of her beer in hopes of hiding the heat that was creeping up her neck. 

“Tell us,” Dean urged as he turned to his brother.

“This girl was found dead last night in her home. Husband came home from work and found her on the floor of their bedroom. Autopsy says she drowned, but there was no evidence of her being near any sort of water,” Sam read the highlights from the screen in from of him. 

“Hmm, sounds witchy.” Dean hummed as he took another drink. “Where is this?”

“Uh, some small town in Michigan,” Sam paused as he scanned the article to find the town name again. “Temperance, Michigan.”

The town name sent a chill through Y/n, causing her to gasp and choke on the drink she had so illy timed. Immediately she began coughing, her body trying to rid her trachea of the foreign object. 

“Shit,” Dean swung his feet off the table and moved closer to her side. One hand rested on her shoulder while the other began patting her back in a timid movement as he assessed if she truly needed assistance. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, Sam… what uh, what was her name?” The sputtering woman’s voice was rough coming out through her raw throat. The curiosity and fear pumped through her veins as she waited for his answer. 

“Sarah Simms.” 

Fuck. 

“Want to tell us what just happened to you?” Dean removed his hands from her after he was satisfied that she was breathing okay, his verdant iris’ roaming over her features in anticipation of an answer. Instead, she just held a finger and bolted back to the kitchen, leaving the brothers staring at each other in confusion. It took her only seconds to find the discarded item and return it to them in the library. Y/n tossed the crumpled material into Sam’s lap. With a furrowed brow, he picked it up and read over the calligraphy embedded on the card. His face softened as his brain connected the dots, just long enough for Dean’s impatience to overtake him and he snatched the invite from his little brother. 

“Wait, so you're telling me we have a case in your home town, that just so happens to be having a twenty-year reunion for your graduating class? This is perfect.” Dean looked up from the paper and straight at the antsy huntress. 

“That’s just the thing, I’m not going to that reunion.” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, leaving no room for an argument from the Winchesters.

“What do you mean you aren’t going?” Dean furrowed his brows at her declaration. 

“Just that! I’m not going. High school wasn’t exactly rainbows and sunshine for me, Dean. And not much has changed since then. I do not want to relive all that.” It was so cut and dry to Dean. There was a case that needed to be looked into and it was their job to look into it. “Can’t you and Sam just pull up and flash your FBI badges and I’ll help with research this time.”

“Sure, we could, but if this is a witch thing, we could use a local who knows the people. It will be easy to find a motive and the witch if we know their history,” Sam frowned as he interjected into the conversation.

“What Sammy said.” 

“Did you not hear me? I wasn’t liked in high school. I don’t have friends there, no one is going to open up to me.” The woman was growing more exasperated at their pushing, now wishing she had never even shown them the invite in the first place. 

“Y/n, come on, you know that being a local will help them open up to you easier. You being an alumni is perfect.” Dean’s voice was softer now as he spoke to her. 

“Alumna,” Y/n and Sam corrected at the same time. 

“This is why you didn’t have friends.” Y/n glared back at Dean, who just grinned at her. He was lucky she was utterly defenseless against that smirk of his, otherwise, she just may have slapped him. 

“It does say here that she was in the school’s PTO and head of the reunion party planning,” Sam added as he returned to reading her obituary. 

“Of course she was.” A dramatic sigh left her mouth, causing the hairs around her face to flutter. “Fuck, okay, fine! So if I’m going to my reunion, who are you two supposed to be?” 

“Uh...” Dean’s brows furrowed as he tried to come up with a response. His silence had her hopes of getting out of this weekend of hell rising, only to be dashed as Sam spoke up.

“Well, it's a twenty-year reunion, right? I say one of us goes in as your husband. Everybody takes their spouses to reunions. The other will play the FBI angle to do recon.” The huntress’s smug facade dropped at his proposal, knowing there was no way she could intellectually counter that one. 

“I’m sorry, my what?” she sputtered out, her panicking brain fully incapable of uttering much else. Her mind was running rampant, unable to think of one person she went to school with that would even believe she had nabbed either of the Winchesters. Both of them looked like they had just stepped out of a J. Crew add and she was… well, she was her ordinary chubby self. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, what do you say? Will you marry me?” Y/N’s heart leaped into her throat at Dean’s words and that damn toothy grin he was flashing her. Of course, Dean would offer himself up for the job. That was just her luck. 

“Ugh, fine. But for the record, I hate this idea.” The fuming woman snatched back the invite and her beer before storming off in search of the solitude of her room to sort through the storm brewing inside her. 

Dean hollered after her retreating figure, “Ouch, that hurt!”

Part 2​

[maxthelesbian-hasmoved]

Sugar, You’re Sweet

inspired by this imagine (x) and @subjectx17

Ship: Lou x Debbie x Reader

Rating: T

It was always the moment they first saw you that made your heart stop. Lou was usually the first to notice you in a room, no matter how crowded or dark; it was as if she had a well-trained compass that activated instantly and had pinpoint accuracy. Debbie would follow Lou’s gaze, like a well trained companion movement. The pair of them turned heads of their own. They always looked like they were ready to take on anything and still look just as fantastic as they were before. Everything from Lou’s devil-may-care leather  aesthetic, to Debbie’s love of high heels and tight dresses screamed luxury . They were head-turners no matter where they went from day one, and they made sure you were too.

Lou always looked like she was undressing you lazily as she took in the beautiful girl wearing just what she had thought would look so well. She always had good judgement when it came to it these days, in her own style and yours. Though you were really happy with anything glittery,  Lou knew just how to make you sparkle.

Debbie always looked intensely adoring, like  you were the sun, and she had been in the dark for so long. Her face might only slightly shift, but her eyes sparkled. Debbie was usually more reserved than you and Lou. She was constantly unshakable, always looking as if she was ten steps ahead of everyone else. More often than not, she was.

“Hey, baby girl,” Lou beamed smugly as she and her brunette partner approached you. “ You look absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks, Lou,” you smiled back, lifting yourself up to place a kiss on Lou’s cheek, soft and steady. Lou’s arm went around your waist instinctively, as well as Debbie’s next to her, “Did you guys like the set?”

“Absolutely! You really are stunning, Kitten,” Debbie agreed, reaching over with her arm and brushing your cheek. You beamed back at the affection.

“You’ll look even more stunning on the Loft Floor when we get home tonight,“ Lou purred in that deep, rough voice that made chills run down your spine.

“Agreed, let’s just hope we can make it through the Night Rush,” Debbie nodded, leaving you blushing pink and giggling happily as Lou’s lips nipped at her ear and released her hold on you.

Between the two women, you were sure you were spoiled absolutely rotten, though this relationship had never been just for the money. Lou and Debbie were everything you could have wanted. The three of you worked together like a precision instrument, complimenting each other's strengths and weaknesses to form an unshakable power trio.

Lou and Debbie were exciting, and sexy, and made your heart skip a beat when you got to wake up in the morning nestled between the two gorgeous women who you loved, and who loved you back. Sometimes joined by the little puffball of a dog Debbie had brought home one day with Constance in tow explaining that she was forced into adopting the thing, and his name was Fizzgig.

Your life had changed that day in the club. Of course you hadn’t expected it to, but who really ever expects two goddesses dropping out of the sky and sweeping you into a life better than you had ever dreamed of. In fact it had been just another unenchanting girls night out with some of your old call center buddies. You didn't’ really fit in with them, but your social circle had been miserably small after moving to New York soon after graduation.

The Stardust had been the third club of the night, as it was the only one open all night long. You had been ready to go home after the second bar. The heels had looked cute in the beginning of the night, but now you would probably be sporting blisters. Your co-workers however were enthusiastically hammered and not ready to go. Designated Driver Duty was the worst, at least when you were intoxicated you couldn't feel your toes.

The music in The Stardust wasn’t bad;  in fact it was some of the kind of older music you had sitting in your own sort of outdated playlist at home. You hadn’t seen a DJ, so the music must be the owners, or whoever was on shift.

You ate another pretzel at the bar as your friends took to the dance floor to make a fool of themselves. That’s when you looked towards the person behind the counter, and met the most beautiful  pair of storm blue eyes you had ever seen.

The second thing you noticed was the shaggy, almost bleached, blonde bangs obscuring the piercing eyes from view. Her cheekbones were rounded and angular, almost feline, only adding to air of angelic rebellion that she radiated. She was leaning in front on you against the counter, arms crossed and placed casually on the bar.

Her silver suit-coat sleeves were rolled up to expose her forearms, littered with several bracelets and a very expensive looking watch. She also wore several necklaces, and a tie loosely around her neck, tucked into a few-sizes-too-small black vest. Her lower half was hidden behind the bar, but from how she was bent to rest on the counter, she was anything but short.

“You look like you’re having fun,” She smirked, an accent on the edges of her words, the last fragment of an instinct. Her voice alone was enough to make your knees feel a bit weak, not to mention she looked like an elven queen became a lesbian zaddy with far too much faux leather on for the beautiful creases of laugh lines etched into her skin. But the woman wore it unlike anyone you had ever seen. Everything about her reeked of almost gross confidence.

There was rampant smugness in the way she pushed her tongue ever so slightly into her cheek as she beamed. The way her hair fell so perfectly along her shoulders, “The name’s Lou, in case you can’t ask. Which, by the looks of your face, might be the case.”

She couldn’t be just the Bartender, she looked far too at home for that. This mesmerizing woman had to be a manager, something that matched her commanding energy, and she knew it too. You hadn’t noticed your jaw had dropped until Lou coolly extended a hand and gently pushed it closed, a chuckle coming from her buttery throat, “You look good like that mind you, awestruck.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and goosebumps erupted up your arms. You tried to summon any sort of intelligence for speech but only found a strange assortments of noise like whoever was writing the dialogue of your mind smashed their hands repeatedly into the keyboard, “alksjdfkldsa I- Y/n,” you blundered out.

‘Way to be a bottom, Y/n,’ you internally cursed, of course you would stuff your foot in your mouth in front of one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen.

Lou laughed then, “I knew the haircut was good, but I didn’t know I had that much power now. You alright there, sheila?”

“Lou, leave the poor girl alone, you don’t need to jump on every face we find pretty,” another voice came from behind you. You turned and you felt your jaw drop this time.

The other woman’s body was wrapped in a pale white, fluffy fur coat, a skin tight full black jumpsuit beneath, only broken by a gold, diamond studded belt around her middle. She was tanned as if she had spent a summer at the beach and it hadn’t quite faded, light freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and forehead, a sun-kissed queen.

She was on the more average side of tall,  her face more squared off than Lou’s. Her hair was deep chocolate brown and it feel past her shoulders in loose glamorous curls, only accented by a light sprinkle of burnt caramel highlights. She had genius written in her features.

A warm smile graced her full lips, softening her otherwise sharper features. Her eyes were deep and comforting like black coffee, almost the Ying to the blonde’s Yang. She carried herself regally, a born leader, but she still glowed with a gentle kindness.

A look was shared between the two before the brunette looked back at you, “I take it Y/n is what I call you, for now?”

You nodded, “Yeah, sorry, it’s been a long night,” At least you could form coherent sentences now, “If I have to hear ‘Shots Bitches’ shouted by Kelly from HR one more time I’m going to lose what is left of my sanity.”  You gestured towards the group of flapping limbs that was your companion quartet.

The brunette laughed and moved to sit next to you at the bar, The blonde pulling out two drinks and placing them in front of you, you couldn’t take your eyes away from her hand as it moved to push her hair to one side, “Babysitting detail, not always the most enjoyable way to spend an evening.” she nodded, “Call me Debbie,” She extended a hand to you, which you took.

“Debbie,” you tried the name out, liking how it made her smile just a bit brighter when you said it, “Are you two-” You tried to find the words, together? Tag teaming?

“Yes,” Lou replied before you could think another option.

You blinked for a moment, you felt like something in you had short circuited and clicked into place all at once. You found yourself laughing along with the three of them, the sounds blending happily.

You had all fit far too well from the get go, getting to know each other like it was an unnecessary step, and before you knew it, it was time to drag your drunk work buddies home. But you found yourself reluctant to leave.

Lou and Debbie had invited you back before you all but herded the small group out the club’s doors as the pair followed behind to lock up. You had exhaustively told them you would love to, but you had plans. Which you did at the time, but those plans had eventually been canceled. You came back to The Stardust the next night.

It was supposed to be a one night stand, that turned into breakfast, which turned into a day out together, which turned into you staying with them for a week. You hadn’t wanted to leave each other and soon, and they asked you to join their couple. You had accepted obviously, who wouldn’t. Lou got you a job working at her club as a singer for the night crowd, and together the three of you found a rhythm.

You loved the two of them more than you had ever thought possible, and they loved you just as much, and you wouldn’t swap that for anything in the world.

[graykaren333]

Kris’ Defense (tldr :)

So lately I had been feeling increasingly indifferent toward Kris.  I mean don’t get me wrong, he’ll always be my main man, but he was pretty much hanging on by a thread as my ultimate bias because of nolstalgia and because I’m loyal af.  He just hasn’t been doing all that much stuff in the public eye that peaked my interest (i.e. he’s mostly been making appearances at Chinese public festivals) and props to him for being able to lead the life he wants to without having to constantly be in the public eye but that’s a rant for another day. He’s existing in the world somewhere and knowing that makes me happy, but I havent’ been investing much time or energy in him lately compared to other k-idols, to the point that I found myself questioning if he was still my ultimate bias.  BUT.  BUT THEN THIS HAPPENED.

I’ve been getting into podcasts lately and there’s this one that I’ve been listening to about k-pop.  It’s not about the two hosts just fangirling over their biases because that would be boring af to listen to.  It’s highly researched and informative and they basically examine all these nuanced and intricate aspects of the k-pop industry and just go into detail abut it and it’s so fascinating.  I was so looking forward to their ‘Contracts Disputes’ episode to see what all they’d say about Kris’ situation.  I was fully expecting them to be like, “So Kris reportedly had this physical health condition and shame on you SM for not taking care of your idols.  The end.  Next.” But no.

As someone who has done a shit-tone of research on topics that I am passionate about, the most sure-fire way to offend me is to basically say to me about one of those topics, “I’ve looked into this issue for all of five minutes  and because I took the time to look into it for five minutes I am obviously the expert on this topic and am going to school you on this” when it’s a topic that I have literally done five weeks of research on and the person proceeds to get most of the details wrong.  Yeah, so this was one of those times.  I sat there in numb shock listening to the hosts basically proceed to trash Kris.

They pretty much started by saying, “When Kris first issued his statement about trying to terminate his contract, he just threw out some random medical diagnosis of myocarditis as a reason he was terminating his contract but then in an interview in 2017 he cited the reason as being creative differences so his story changed over time and that’s shady.”  They basically accused him of lying in his initial statement.  However, their statement was a gross misrepresentation of the facts.  First of all, they make it seem like Kris randomly mentioned the medical diagnosis in passing without much forethought as though it was some random post on his social media account.  But this was an official statement released by Kris’ lawyers on behalf of Kris which means that Kris didn’t unilaterally decide on what to include in the statement but was receiving legal guidance on what to say.  And why would his lawyers advise him to lie about something personal like a medical diagnosis in such a public way???  Including a medical diagnosis in his statement (especially if it was a lie) was very risky because it polarized the issue and even caused the majority of k netizens to accuse him of trying to play the sympathy card.

Second, the ladies in the podcast act like his story changed over time.  This is also inaccurate.  In his original statement, Kris cited BOTH his health issues and artistic/creative differences as being reasons for his termination lawsuit. From then on out he nevet mentioned his myocarditis diagnosis again.  Why? BECAUSE MAYBE HE DIDN’T WANT TO GO ON PUBLIC RECORD TRASHING HIS FORMER COMPANY, AND BY EXTENSION ALL OF K-POP, YEARS AFTER THE FACT.  That actually kind of makes sense, doesn’t it? Maybe he was trying to take the high road and not drag SM’s name through the mud years after the fact but actually help SM save face a little, a courtesy that they never returned to him. In his statement, Kris stated that his side would give no further comment about the situation since it was still pending at the time, yet Kris has continued to take the high road years after the contract dispute has been settled.  When he is asked about the situation in an interview, he cites artistic differences but has never breathed a word about his myocarditis diagnosis. That doesn’t mean that his initial statement on his medical diagnosis was not true, but that he simply chose to not talk about that reason for his termination in future public conversations going forward.  What would you have wanted him to say anyway?  “Yeah I left SM because they literally wouldn’t let me fucking take care of my fucking health even after I literally got a fucking diagnosis that could have fucking killed me if not properly treated.”  Because from what I’ve seen that’s basically what happened.  So let’s dig into that a little bit, shall we? I’m not going off of Kris’ word alone.

I lived through this whole lawsuit/counter lawsuit/contract termination fiasco as a Kris bias so in real time as it was happening, I was digging into the far recesses of the internet to find out more details about the situation (some of which may very well no longer be available on the internet today) and it didn’t take long to scratch the surface to reveal the cesspool that was how SM was treating Kris.  Kris’ Chinese fans who saw him promoting in China every day were vocal even before the lawsuit about the many ways SM management employees were treating Kris increasingly vindictively, even compared to the other Chinese members, in the months leading up to the lawsuit (which fits with Kris’ timeline given in his statement concerning him trying to address the artistic differences with the company, and then the company responded this way because SM is a vindictive pos company).  And this is on top of SM already being notorious for treating their Chinese members badly (see Super Junior’s Hangeng’s statements about those dynamics after he left SM).  It’s not racism necessarily, it’s just that the proper labor unions haven’t been set up between the two countries for Chinese working in Korea (it’s a whole thing), so SM basically treats them however because they can.  Beyond that, getting into the specifics of his diagnosis, there were pictures of Kris at a heart specialist in China.  There were also pictures of several occasions where Kris was carrying heart medication.  There were rampant rumors among Kris’ Chinese fans of his bad physical health such as him throwing up in the bathroom before or after performances. But all of the worst of this was happening over in China, with k netizens neither knowing the full details nor caring to get acquainted with them.  After his lawsuit came out, there were videos posted and gifs posted showing Kris clutching at his chest after performances or running just offstage immediately after performances leaning over his knees and pounding his chest (I don’t know how much of that is still available on the internet today).  I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a special kind of hell if you ask me.  So yes, I believe he was being honest in his official statement.  

On a slightly less offensive note, the ladies on this podcast when on to say, “yeah when we watched EXO’s Showtime (a documentary-style TV show) we weren’t impressed with Kris.  Sometimes he would choose to have fun and interact with the members, but most of the time he just kind of acted like he was better than everyone else and deserved more than he was getting.”  Ok so now they are judging his personality which is also highly offensive.  In more recent Chinese interviews, Kris has gone on record saying that he’s reserved and can come across as being aloof when he first meets someone but when he feels comfortable around them he can get very talkative and engaged.  He’s basically saying he’s and introvert.  Seeing him through this introvert frame-of-reference makes all his interactions with the other EXO members and his pattern of behavior on EXO’s Showtime make sense.  In fact, what originally drew me to Kris was seeing his behavior on EXO’s Showtime and how his reactions to situations were exactly how I would have reacted if I had been in his shoes.  A long roadtrip to the sea? I’ll be in the back sleeping, thanks.  Already met my peopling quota for today several hours ago, thanks.  Or the fact that he would literally zone out all the time (and he was notorious for that in general).  To me, that showed that in that moment, his brain was overstimulated from constantly have to be in the spotlight and interact.  Those of us who are introverts can be easily be misunderstood as being stuck-up or snobby when the truth is we are simply tired out from being around people. If you can’t leave the situation, what other option do you have but to zone out?  

Also, his physical health dynamics could have played a part in how frequently he zoned out.  If you have never dealt with a chronic physical health concern you CANNOT understand the degree to which it can impact you mentally and emotionally.  The fear of the unknown.  Its ongoing nature.  Worrying about a flare-up.  Trying to decide how to best handle it when you are in the middle of a flare-up (is this actually a flare-up or am I just over-interpreting my body?  Should I ignore it or go through the hassle of going to the doctor this time?).  Some days it’s not on your mind at all, but other days it’s constantly in the back of your mind, pulling you away from being able to be fully present.

The final mistake I noticed from the podcast is how they portrayed Kris’ home life situation.  THEY EVEN GOT THAT FUCKING WRONG (which at this point should have hardly been surprising to me, honestly).  They said mostly as an anecdotal side comment to try to make sense of Kris’ pattern of behavior on EXO’s Showtime, “When Kris filed his lawsuit, his dad also ended up issuing a statement that was all like ‘my son deserves better than to be in EXO’ so I’m just wondering if Kris was listening to his dad a lot and that attitude impacted how he interacted with the other EXO members.”  As if Kris and his dad were pal-ing around on the weekends. Yeah, no.  Kris has gone on record numerous times throughout his career stating that he has only met his dad a handful of times in his entire life (which the podcast ladies would have known if they had done a simple google search). He was raised by his single mother, dirt poor.  Not an entitled bone in his body.  He simply expected to be treated like a human being, not a work horse.  (I don’t remember if his dad did issue a statement or not but regardless, his dad had zero influence over Kris’ interaction with the other EXO members or Kris leaving EXO).  But please, tell me more about how much you know about Kris. Final conclusion: He’s still my ultimate bias and this experience has reminded me of why he is!