#but still it makes me sad and it makes me have a hard time talking to ppl abt oni

[nameless-ghoul-writer]

Some recent points me and my friends have made!

We don’t think JT has been fired, and if he did leave it was by his own will.

1) the record label has no probably legal cause to fire him, and they would be major sued. Innocent till proven guilty is the law.

2) plenty of ghouls such as sunshine, aether, and meliora ghouls have been let off suddenly and papa said nothing during the show over it. However papa knowledges his absence.

3) papa said he is sick, he wouldn’t bring attention to it if he was fully gone. Proving it should be only temporary.

4) we don’t think he’s actually sick, we agree that he might’ve needed a serious mental health intervention due to extreme death threats.

5) Plus if jutty was really gone, why would they have bothered to set up his shame stage for him last night if they knew he wasn't going to be there ever again? More than likely it was a last minute decision to sit out the show, whether he's actually sick or he needs some mental health time

6) Tobias/papa seemed genuinely sad to say he’s gone for now. He wouldn’t make a deal out of it if it was what jutty wanted or if he was fired bc it would cause unnecessary attention from the show to it. He purposely did this as to let the fans know not to worry.

7) And why would they suddenly fire him three shows in when they've had since october when the accusations were posted. Also, record labels don’t read emails from the fans. Not to mention that’s not the labels job to do concerns over tour, it’s the touring company. The touring company is currently owned by Tobias and Mountain is a VP I think?

8) Why would the nameless ghouls still follow him on all platforms if he really was guilty as fired

9) From what we for sure know, both Tobias, sodo, and lots of the fans still love him. That bit is confirmed! The other ghoul just don’t post so it’s hard to tell is all. Sodo has stated before, as someone with twitter accusations, that he doesn’t listen to the “14 year old bull crap drama,” and that nobody else should either. Tobias has made it clear he doesn’t like the internet, particularly these kinds of fans too on the internet. He’s said it before, that these accusations are stupid and made for drama. As Tobias has had them himself too!

10) I don’t think jutty would quit drag talk, maybe ghost for safety issues, but I think he would take a break for sure! He should if it means his mental health gets better, he’s already struggled allot.

[bugbitelover]

"I often see the phrase 'horse and man as one' in racing magazines or in historical novels, and it supposedly means that the rider can synchronize his or her movements with their horse, so that they're almost one entity. When I draw Gyro and the others on their horses, I feel like I really understand what that phrase means... When I sometimes get a racing panel to look just right, it feels good, because the figures seem to fit well with one another. It just leads me to believe that humans and horses are biologically (?) suited for one another." - My king Hirohiko Araki

People are always talking about Johnny and Gyro, but no one ever talks about their horses smh... So I hope you don't mind me talking about their horses for a bit - though I should probably focus on the huge essay I have due literally right now...

First, we have Gyro's Australian stock horse, Valkyrie, with it's great stamina, and weird quirk where it sways to the left every 8 breaths, allowing Dio to overtake him... Though is it just me, or does that just like, not make sense at all? I think the horse makes sense for Gyro, as he doesn't necessarily have a racing background or anything, but he was a surgeon, so I imagine he didn't have much trouble buying an expensive horse like this. Stock horses are known for their athleticism and intelligence, and you would surely need to be quite athletic and smart to handle those balls like Gyro does...

We also have Johnny's old 11 year old appaloosa, Slow Dancer, with it's ample riding experience, as noted by Gyro. That thing was evidently quite hard to tame, but good job Johnny, for being pragmatic! Also kind of sad, I wonder what happened to his racing horse. Now that I think of it, it's fairly likely that it could've passed away in the time between when Johnny got shot, and the Steel Ball Run race, which makes me kind of sad...

Diego's Anglo-Arabian, Silver Bullet, actually has a pretty little star shaped mark on it's forehead... Maybe this is me going crazy, but I see this as a subtle call back to the original jojo universe. OG Dio was residing in a body that wasn't his, taking the star along with it. Now I don't think Diego stole the horse or anything, but you can see it as being an extension of his body, as OG Dio's body was an extension of his actual head. Anglo Arabs dem lanky legs which makes them good for dressage, I mean, look at them... They are majestic... They are commonly used in cross-country, which... Sounds quite useful in a race across the country. Wait a second... Silver Bullet? Those are quite harmful to vampires, aren't they? Silver Bullet was last seen at the train tracks in Philadelphia... That's sad, isn't that, that's really sad. Poor Sovereign-less Soul... To go even further, alternate Diego's horse was last seen in the streets of New York...

Last but not least, we have ホットパンツの馬、ゲツアップ。Woops! This is bad! I can't let them know I'm a weeb! I slipped up a little there, what I meant to say was, Hot Pants's horse, Gets Up! It's a Mustang, and that's all we know... Mustangs are feral horses, that were brought to the Americas, and then just... Left, or something??? We don't know much about Hot Pants's horse... That's a shame, considering she's one of my favorite characters.

I never had that much interest in horses, until I read Steel Ball Run. I still actually don't know that much about them. I rode one once, because my aunt owned a few. That was nice, but I don't think I'll ever get the opportunity to ride one again. It's sad, but maybe it's just a phase. I ride my bike everywhere, and like to pretend she's a horse. I named her Pearl, and call her my humble steed. Who knows, maybe it's just a phase, sand that I desperately try and hold on to, only for it to slip through my fingers...

[forsaken-headcanons]

I feel like there's a SAD lack of Dusekkar headcanons. So here's a random collection of them I have!! I don't think any TW/CW are needed but just in case; unhealthy habits are mentioned ^^;;

—I feel like Dusekkar is made out of light / energy rather than,,, organic stuff like everyone else. Beneath his pumpkin mask and flowing cloak is just raw light ( he's like a freaky jack-o'-lantern )

—^ I feel like all of the admins are distinctly different from most other characters and merely take a ( mostly ) human form to be more palatable,,but that's rambling for another time

—Despite his nature , he can still feel pain and still bleed. His blood is a blueish / purple color and has the consistency of a smashed pumpkin.

—Has chronic fatigue. His constant over use of magic doesn't help that at all ( floating rather than walking all of the time , constantly casting spells to aid the team , etc ). He has no desire to stop doing this, as he doesn't want anyone to suffer from his lack.

—Naps a lot outside of rounds. He can sleep practically anywhere. It's not uncommon to find him propped up against something, sleeping 'standing' up

—When he sleeps his ' eyes ' don't close. The light shining through the holes of his mask dim / go dark. It's a little uncanny.

—He has a seemingly unlimited amount of knowledge. If you have a question, he has an answer. Every single time.

—^Sometimes he will sit around and tell the other survivors stories or facts to pass the time in-between the horrors. It's nice , considering they don't really have much to do in the form of entertainment.

—Hes very kind all things considered. His tolerance for BS is very high.

—^He's the type of guy to sit and talk to his plants or nurse a bird back to health that hit his window.

—His social skills are a little.. meh. Despite his wisdom and kindness , he falls short here. He often ends up saying off things. Morbid , weird , out of pocket stuff , etc. The socially awkward king ( he's just like me for real )

—I don't think he'd have any bad opinions on any other survivors. There are people he likes more than others , sure , but he doesn't down right hate anyone in particular. He will offer his aid to whomever needs it regardless.

—He knows sign language. Sometimes talking is hard when you're tired.

—I feel like he could translate basically anything. Talking straight nonsense? He somehow knows what you mean. It's magical

I love seeing some Dusekkar appreciation here! I rarely ever see headcanons for that pumpkin guy, and he's one of my personal favorites. I love all of these headcanons! I love the detail that Dusek is made up of light/energy rather than being a person. It makes a lot of sense!

[pollka1]

You don't gotta die today

Summary — Josh spends his last day alive at the bar

Genre — Angst

⚠️ Warnings — Talks of suicide ⚠️

Characters — Dr. Hill, Josh Washington, random stranger i came up with

Character speech is NOT colour coded for this fic

Josh Washington was going to die tonight.

He’d picked the date like some people pick wedding days—specific, symbolic. A closing of the circle. It had been a year, more or less, since the mountain swallowed him and never gave him back. His body made it out. Everything else stayed buried.

This bar wasn’t part of the plan. But he’d walked past it on the way home and something inside had whispered, Why not one last drink?

So here he was, slouched on a cracked leather stool that squeaked every time he moved, nursing a glass of whiskey with no intention of finishing it.

The air smelled like old cigars and cheap cologne. The kind of place people came to forget things they couldn't fix.

Josh had nothing to say, and that was fine. No one asked.

Until someone did.

“Mind if I sit here?”

The man was older, worn around the edges like an old photograph. Corduroy jacket, salt-and-pepper beard, eyes like he’d seen too much and stopped being surprised by any of it. Josh didn’t answer, just gave a vague shrug. The man took it as permission.

They sat in silence for a while. The old man sipped from his glass—a dark drink, neat. No ice.

"You look like someone who's made up their mind," the stranger said softly, not unkindly.

Josh didn’t respond.

The man kept going, his voice low and steady. “I’ve seen that look before. Wore it myself once. It's the look of someone trying to convince themselves there’s nothing left.”

Josh’s hand twitched around the glass. He hadn’t told anyone. He didn’t plan to tell anyone. How did this guy know?

The man gestured vaguely toward the bartender. “Places like this…they draw broken people like porch lights draw moths. Quiet, dusty corners where no one asks who you were before the sadness settled in.”

Still, Josh said nothing.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through,” the man added, “and I’m not gonna pretend to. But I know pain is loud in your head and quiet on your face. That’s how it fools everyone—including yourself.”

Josh swallowed hard.

The man didn’t look at him. He just kept talking.

“Some people say suicide is selfish. I don’t. I think it’s desperation wearing a mask. I think it’s people just wanting the ache to stop. But here’s the thing, kid—pain is like a storm in winter. It tells you it’ll never end. But the season always changes.”

Josh finally spoke. Barely a whisper. “What if it doesn’t?”

The old man turned his eyes to him—sharp, clear. “Then you make it change. You find something small—a book, a person, a song, a damn cup of coffee—and you hang onto it like it’s a life raft. Because one day, without realizing it, the weight will shift. You won’t be light again, maybe. But you won’t drown either.”

Josh looked down at his hands, then at the drink he no longer wanted.

“You don’t have to want tomorrow,” the man said as he stood. “You just have to get there.”

Josh didn’t watch him leave. The door clicked shut behind him like the punctuation at the end of a sentence Josh hadn’t finished writing.

He sat there for a long time.

Then, for no reason he could name, he reached for his phone. Not to delete the note. Not yet.

...

Josh left the bar without saying a word. No one noticed—why would they? He was just another shadow passing through a place built to hold them.

Outside, the cold hit his face like a warning.

He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and walked without purpose, not home, not anywhere in particular. Just moving. Breathing. Existing for one more moment than he meant to.

The streetlamps flickered like they were trying to decide whether or not to stay lit. He related.

His phone buzzed. One notification. No one important. A news alert, probably. He unlocked it anyway, thumbing through his notes until he found it—the one.

The plan.

Simple. Clean. Quiet.

No mess. No attention. No apologies.

He stared at the screen. And then, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he tapped the “edit” button. The blinking cursor appeared at the bottom like it was waiting on him.

He wrote:

Some guy at the bar talked about storms. Said seasons change. Not sure I believe him. But I didn’t think anyone would notice tonight, and he did. So maybe I’m wrong about other things, too.

He saved it. Didn’t delete the plan. But didn’t follow it either.

That felt like something.

...

He got home. Shoes off, lights off, jacket still on. Sat on the edge of his bed like a ghost haunting himself.

His room looked exactly the same and entirely foreign. Bed. Desk. A chair with a hoodie slung over it from days ago. It had been months since Hannah and Beth's disappearance, but he still felt like he was waiting for someone to tell him what to do next.

He pulled the hoodie over his head and crawled into bed.

He didn’t cry. Didn’t shake. Didn’t feel much at all.

But he didn’t go through with it.

That mattered.

...

Months pass, and Josh was in Dr. Hill's office.

Dr. Hill looked at him over the rim of his glasses. “You mentioned someone at a bar.”

Josh gave a slight nod. “Yeah. Just some guy. Don’t know his name.”

“And what did he say to you that stuck?”

Josh leaned back in the chair, arms folded, fingers twitching.

“He said I didn’t have to want tomorrow,” Josh said slowly, “just get there.”

Dr. Hill smiled, small and proud. “And you did.”

Josh didn’t smile back. But his voice was steadier than it had been in weeks.

“Yeah. I did.”

[slaaverin]

First, thank you for this in-depth reading and your bravery for making it.

I took a few notes which I'm gonna lay out and comment on.

It's crazy how accurate the cards are.

First about the family aspect of tkkers and them being represented by monkeys is so funny to me because what they do is so absurd that they became "circus monkeys" for jikookers, people who perform, are loud, silly and overall amusing to watch. Ouch xD

What I found interesting with the communication card in the jikooker side is that it aligned perfectly with my own observations. The bond that unifies jikookers seems to go beyond the physical sometimes. I've seen many jikookers having similar dreams and it's like we are so in tune (even if there are some differences) that we are in telepathy and overall - with our connexion to unconditional love - it's like we share one heart even. All of our hearts are connected with love and we celebrate it whether within the community but also with Jimin & Jungkook. This is really heartwarming and beautiful.

About truth and the way it can either destroy tkkers or their own truth can destroy something it's very much what I have been saying for a while. What they do with their truth in action can very much stay online but in a cult as you said it takes only a few individuals that would be willing to go to extremes and this whole mess could turn in a VERY DANGEROUS situation for Jimin & Jungkook in real life. I pray and hope that this never happens and that this truth will destroy them instead but this is a real possibility and everyone needs to look out for all of that. The company especially when it comes down to security of the artists (but they have no qualms feeding tkkers sometimes apparently which to me is playing with fucking fire but it's a topic for another day)

About the wheel of fortune and jikookers expanding and things unfolding in a new way I think that is the vibe - even if we weren't sure we were right - that all the jikookers are getting. End of military means new chapter, more freedom. And Jimin's letter also is hinting at this in a heavy way so I'm like ok wait&see but this inkling in our intuition is hard to ignore tbh. I have absolutely no idea what will happen or even if something big will be happening but we can all feel change and expansion coming.

And finally your view on the 3 of swords in very interesting if we talk about reinforcement. Because jikookers have always had this healthy level of skepticism and level-headedness and every time we try to be "reasonable" jikook come in and just smash it and they REINFORCE what we've been feeling intuitively. Which leaves us with the cup (the award) lol so the fact that's a future potential doesn't suprise me at all because that's basically what they've been doing all along.

Now if it's about something "bigger" that could potentially come it remains to be seen.

Your analogy about the car is interesting because it made me think about some jikooker's belief that something very big will be coming right after military but this idea of delay and still going on the journey I guess makes sense if their belief is not fulfilled at this particular time. It would be a setback, a delay in the journey but ultimately we'll still continue on the road and wait for Jimin & Jungkook to have the right conditions to move how they wanna move. And we'll follow along lol

I've been saying on my blog that the main problem of tkkers is lack of awareness and I think everything else stems out from this.

Overall their situation is sad and concerning and I hope someday they'll be able to leave all of this behind.

Your comment about jikooker's support is very important at this time and I totally agree. When they come out of ms, however they present themselves to us we need to support the hell out of them and leave a ton of positive messages and encouragements. I think they will need it more than ever.

Thank you so much it's very informative to break it all down like this 💜

TaeKookers VS JiKookers: Thoughts, Analysis, and Vibes - Tarot & Oracle Readings for The Communities

Catch the vibe, it's an interesting one regardless, I swear!

The manipulation chart and images are below the cut for reference. When I get the website back up, I'll include the notes and everything as well in a full post with the video.

[solargeist]

i think the Watchers are talented beautiful artists, they adore creating, but, i think that since a lot of them have access to a sorta ~creative mode, able to spawn in things, and are so, so, old, they lose their way a bit and take cheaper routes, just to get through their schedules.

why cook ? they can spawn in food. theres no use for grinding, they can build walls in seconds, theres no need to travel for supplies, no need to go beyond what they know, no need to be extra.

its much like a/i "art", its easy, but so soullessness, lazy, and cheap.

another layer of disappointment for Grian. at first, everything seems so beautiful, so overwhelming, but the food is bland, and he notices the asymmetry, he counts the stone tiles across the hall and down.

Hes looked at in confusion or even annoyance when he suggests doing things the longer way.

[monstermoviedean]

if you have a good vibe/kind thought to spare and could send it my way. i'd really appreciate it.

[deoidesign]

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[v4mpyinred]

3 AM vent moment yuckyyyy

but does anyone else live with the constant thought that everyone actually hates you and wants you gone so it makes you hate everyone back but not more than you already hate yourself and then it makes you wanna run away without a word & never speak to anyone ever again

or is that just me 🤣

[rahabs]

Honestly pretty done trying to make friends in this fandom on servers.

[buttercupshands]

My emotionally immature ass still doesn't understand a thing of how people can pity characters

Not like I don't try to understand it! I just... Can't? Understand that??? At all???

Like why would you pity a character for their sad backstory or whatever, and poof suddenly a character is pitiful as hell, and suddenly they're understandable because a person can call them a wet kitten under their care

And that's something I can't do for some reason

And again, not like I didn't *try*, it's just a thing I can't understand at any capacity other than 'some people do that to show their affection of that character, that's their way of caring

Granted talking to more people makes you understand them better! Doesn't help much! But it's something!!

[l-alan-l]

grappling with my envy the past few days that stems from seeing people connect in all sorts of manners while my attachment issues prevent me from doing just that grrr

[joshuamj]

also i watch The Wild Robot the other day and oh my god 11/10, absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word, would cry again 👍

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[iwaasfairy]

it's always sad to realize but people who never contact you first aren't your friends. i always let people into my heart very easily n it kinda comes around to bite me bc i always consider people friends even tho they aren't very friendly at all to me

[jessiesjaded]

random picture dump :)