#dismal jimmy

[coquette2004]

Charles II and James II: *Are brothers*

Sheep: My opinion? They definitely fucked.

[unhingedwhitehall]

Charles: Here we go, Jamie, here we go.

James: The war has begun.

*They walk into the Cabinet side by side, holding hands*

Both: Hi, Shaftesbury.

[coquette2004]

Me but with James II.

[coquette2004]

The entire gang with Oates like:

[unhingedwhitehall]

James: This is not funny in the slightest.

Charles: When has anything been funny to you?

James: *starts crying*

Charles: Oh great, he's offended again.

Catherine: Hey guys - what's the matter James?

James: *Full on bawling*

Charles: He's upset about a joke I told him. Wanna hear it?

Catherine: Oh yes please. Anne, you wanna hear it too?

Anne: Sure!

Charles: Alright. What is the official name for cat owners?

Catherine: No idea.

Anne: I don't know, what?

Charles: Cat-a-holics

Anne, Charles and Catherine: *laughing*

James: *Storms out looking like a tomato*

[ladyhorrors]

mouthwashing fans you are getting Awfully ableist when you say curly deserved what happened to him like he wasn't severely disabled by someone who he had faith in trust in and had known for a LONG time so he had likely had gotten accommodated to the way jimmy treated him, (see; his literal BIRTHDAY) and hadn't realized that when he said he was going to fix things, it'd result in the crash. curly also seems like a constant victim of jimmy, and tries to fawn him when it comes to his behavior. PLUS i think the event of the crash was only a day apart from anya telling curly. so of course he wouldn't suddenly be aware of something so drastic happening so soon.

i've always seen curly as trying to be the mediator. trying to do damage control, because jimmy can be highly manic and extremely violent, as we've seen! it's understandable why he wouldn't take immediate action (even though he could've done something to help anya.) it's a lose-lose situation. everytime someone says "swansea would've done something!" it makes no sense to me because he *was* told. and he left dealing with it all extremely late.

not only that, but they're in the middle of space??? the cryo pods are emergency resources, and the only places with locks are the medical room and i think the cockpit. they're on the ship for 8 months. they're not expected to come back to earth and their being in space couldn't just be discontinued.

it is a dismal situation within mouthwashing and i feel like curly was one of the most realistically written characters, despite his faults. calling him a rapist apologist, saying he deserved what happened to him in the end isn't okay. curly was to me, a good person with good intentions that inherently became bad as time went on. i really think we should consider the level of helpless the crew actually had and start blaming pony express for not having ways to deal with such a situation. jimmy was also the co-pilot, horrible person or not they NEEDED him to fly the ship in case anything went wrong. obviously he goes on to abuse that.

[coquette2004]

This is exactly why I love Tumblr.

Imagine your favorite historical figure wearing nothing but the flag of their country.

[wanderingmind867]

Superman is just always going to be better than Batman. Always. I like some of Batman's supporting cast, but I'd take the Superman Family over the Batman Cast any day. Superman, Superboy (any of the superboys, honestly), Supergirl, Power Girl, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Perry White, Krypto, etc. i could keep going. But the point stands. I would rather read about any of those characters than about Batman's dark and dismal adventures. Give me the lighthearted hopefulness of Superman. As a natural pessimist, I sure need it.

[blindbatalex]

bruins hrpf recs from the server #5

Hello again! The theme for this week was ✨ a fic that broke your heart ✨ Below are our recs:

rec lists so far: || week 4 || week 3 || week 2 || week 1 ||

A (Little) Slice of Heaven by Anonymous || willypasta || 11,541 words || reccer's notes: this fic rewired my brain. I read it months and months and months ago and I have yet to recover. 11/10 I come back to it way more than I probably should

(and i’ve got a plane to catch) you drove me all the way back by @fvcking-damage || mcgryz || 2,862 words || reccer's notes: this is some self-indulgent mcgryz angst i wrote a couple of years ago, idk what i was writing out with this one but. yeah

and turns to dust by adjacently || Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall || 2,130 words || reccer's notes: i can eat taylor hall angst for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

between your love and mine by @blindbatalex || willypasta || 6,360 words || reccer's notes: This is a story about trying to reconcile two sides of your identity that are at irreconcilable conflict with one another, and what having your wings clipped like that at a young age does to a person.  I certainly broke my own heart while writing it.

dancing by @rasksmoustache || marcheron || 1,111 words || reccer's notes: This fic is so vivid and visceral and sad, it permanently altered my brain chemistry.  Unrequited (but is it really?) marcheron which gets the feeling of loving someone and being just a little too late so so well

Done & Undone by @ghostgeno || marcheron || 14,428 words || reccer's notes: 2023 Game 7, the aftermath. Fair warning: I don’t reread this very often because of how effectively it puts you in Brad’s headspace immediately after the game, in brutal, excruciating detail. And yet. And yet. If you feel like being taken apart and then put back together, if you want to feel all the loss and tenderness and love that remains despite the loss, read this fic.

good at secrets by @fridgefishwrites || prefix boys; mcgryz || 4,017 words || reccer's notes: this fic meant (and means) so much to me because it just gets what trying to live your life and build something beautiful while faced with unrelenting homophobia is like.  I love the non-linear narrative and the prefix boys but it was always Matt who stole the show for me in this story

like a stranger by blindbatalex || marcheron || 13,142 words || reccer's notes: not a fic alex hasn't read before (sorry bud) but i'm Obsessed with fics where the characters talk past each other and the angst compounds and this fic is a perfect example of that, amongst other things!!!

make no apologies by @sphesphe || marcheron || 3,757 words || reccer's notes: Brad gets himself suspended before the Winter Classic and Patrice takes it harder than he thinks he should.  He plays it off as fine, things happen, just be better Marchy but it isn't true. He's angry. After the game, Brad stops by, they have a talk and lo and behold, feelings emerge! (And much more!)

Sixth Borough by bookhousegirl || Jimmy Hayes/Frank Vatrano || 3,067 words || reccer's notes: The third in a trilogy of fics featuring this pairing. This is a very quiet little vignette featuring two former Bruins who were not stars and did not end up experiencing great success in their time here. It exists entirely in the gray of adult complications and disappointments, and refuses any easy catharsis, and is beautiful for those reasons. For those of us who cared about the Bruins in the (relatively) dismal era between 2015-17 it may come across as a tiny time capsule; for everyone else, I hope the delicate way it honors the hopes and dreams of those who don’t become hometown heroes, who don’t get the happily everafter ending, stays with you.

Westward Expansion by bookhousegirl || Jimmy Hayes/Frank Vatrano || 3,625 words || reccer's notes: Jimmy stares out vacantly at the coaster climbing the track. “Just because we’re from the same place doesn’t mean we’re from the same place.” When Frank takes Jimmy to Six Flags, he expects it to be a fun day, showing Jimmy all the rides he used to love growing up. Jimmy is distracted though, melancholy because Frank has so much promise and Jimmy took so long to get to where he is.

Wolverine Feed by @sphesphe || swaymark || 10,659 words || reccer's notes: fic that makes me ill each and every time i think about it

[acrossthewavesoftime]

Three names for you! :D

Barbs, George IV, James II

Thank you, my friend! :D

Wed - George IV. I know he has bad experiences in that regard, but I swear I wash regularly and am perfectly happy to look past any mistresses as long as he lets me do as I please. Besides, he was a genuinely interesting person with a few hidden talents, so who knows, we might get along!

Bed - Barbara Villiers. It would be terrifying, but survivable.

Behead - Bye, bye, Dismal Jimmy. I'd rather not have this man in my vincinity. His mail-order-child-bride second wife and daughters might actually be relieved, too. They can move in with George and me. ;)

[planetrhine]

Crushed

Read on Ao3

Summary: An alternate ending to the filming of El Mañana. A "rehearsal" that turns to anything but.

Word count: 1,517

Warnings: Depictions of injury and blood

Originally published: 2018

A/N: Didn't mean to leave my writing untouched for months...but I'm posting my fanfics and misc writing again! From now on they'll be posted on weekends.

"You got that?"

Noodle stared down at her feet. She brushed her bangs back and clenched her fist to her side.

"I-I am-"

Murdoc cocked his head.

"I think I'm-"

"Come now. I can tell you're not ready. If you're not ready, just say so, ok? We don't have to shoot it now if you don't think you're prepared."

Noodle loosened her grip. "Whatever. I'm just a...little scared. But I think I got this."

"At least one more rehearsal. Can you do that for me?"

She bit her lip, but smiled. "Ok. Just one more rehearsal."

=========

Murdoc had proposed his latest music video idea for Gorillaz's newest song, El Mañana. It was likely going to be their most expensive- and possibly most dangerous- music video to date.

And Noodle was the star.

The rehearsal scene was similar to the windmill island, the final music video's location, except instead of an island, it was a regular strip of land with cardboard windmill and a cliff edge. A small plane flew Murdoc and Noodle to the area.

Noodle hesitantly stepped out of the plane. Murdoc walked over to her side and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Aight, allow me to explain the drill again," the man began. "For the first part, you walk around the strip and look all happy. Lay down in the grass, sit at the cliff, pick a flower or two. When you see the choppers, stop whatever you're doing and start running. They'll be firing blanks, so you don't have to worry about getting shot. Run for the windmill, duck and cover once you're inside, and wait until you hear one of the choppers fly past. Then you grab the parachute bag, run to the cliff, and jump off of it. Now, if this was the real thing, and Jimmy got to the parachute before you, you'd be fucked! Ahaha!"

Noodle shuddered.

"Hey hey hey, I'm joking! That would never happen to you. You're going to be fine."

So much for reassurance. It didn't take long for the old man to change from assuring to completely discouraging. Even around young Noodle, he'd drop his mercy and wouldn't hesitate to give her a scare.

"Oh, right." He pulled a radio out of his knapsack. "Take this. You know, so you can communicate with me. Just in case."

She pushed the device back. Murdoc stared in surprise. How did the girl go from being so nervous to this all of the sudden?

"Noodle? You sure you don't want it?"

"Nah." She looked up at him and smiled again.

"It's just a rehearsal."

~~~~~~~~~

It was a cloudy afternoon. A relaxing breeze blew in contrast to the dismal weather. The helicopters would be arriving in around 5 minutes.

The young girl slowly paced around the strip, studying the area. She was dropped off at the back of the land. A few dandelions and fence posts were scattered around her view. Noodle sat down in the grass. and smiled to herself. She could do this.

A low, but nearby rumbling vibrated the platform and grabbed Noodle's attention. She stood up. The silhouettes of two Comanche helicopters flew by in the distance. They seemed to have arrived earlier than planned. The Comanches turned in alignment to the edge of the strip and aimed their direction at Noodle.

They fired.

Noodle screamed.

She sprinted rapidly from the helicopters' targeting. Missiles exploded on contact with the ground, sending a blast of dust and debris that scathed her legs. Noodle continued to run furiously for her life. How was she going to get away?

The windmill.

She made a stretch for the windmill and dived inside it. More missiles grazed the structure's sides, barely missing their intended target.

Noodle dusted away at the scratches on her legs and swept the debris off. Questions raced through her mind.

Why did the helicopters fire? What happened to the blanks? Why did they arrive so early?

Did Murdoc know about this?

There was no time to ponder. Her life was on the line. If she didn't act fast, she could die.

Wait. The parachute.

And things got worse. Noodle searched desperately for the parachute bag. It wasn't anywhere to be found.

She was ready to break down at any moment.

"I-it was just a r-rehearsal, w-why did they f-fire, Muds said it-it would be safe, why did they fire, he pr-promised there was noth-nothing to worry about, this n-never h-happened before, WHY THE HELL DID THEY-"

She snapped back into reality. There was no time for a mental breakdown. Not now.

Noodle stacked a pile of nearby rubbish and climbed onto the pile. She peered out the nearest window for a better look. Left view. Nothing. Right view. Another low rumble. She could make out the nose of one Comanche coming into her direction. She gasped softly and quickly dived back inside. They were back.

"Run for the windmill, duck and cover..."

Murdoc's words echoed in her mind. She arranged the rubbish in a small bridge-like shape and ducked under the gap it made. The helicopter smashed itself head-on into the tower.

The top of the windmill was torn clean off. The teenager lifted herself out of the now-demolished structure and stumbled out. Deeper gashes covered more of her body. She looked in the distance and saw both helicopters this time. They saw her too, and fired at their target once more. She ran once again.

The sky grew darker. Where was she going to hide now? As if by luck, a Pazuzu statue in the very distance caught her eye. She sprinted for Pazuzu and dived in front of it. The killing machines zoomed past and continued their flight path straight ahead. They seemed to miss where the young girl went.

Noodle panted heavily, far more tired than she was before. Her cuts turned into bleeding gashes. She looked to her left and noticed a dirt-covered chest. She popped it open. Inside revealed a machine gun, ammunition, and...a parachute bag.

Why was the parachute bag here and not at the windmill?

That wasn't important now. What mattered was that the parachute was here. Noodle wrapped the gauze around her wounds and loaded the ammo in the machine gun's chamber. She was going to need it.

She could hear the helicopters roar. They had looped around the strip and found the girl. Noodle gritted her teeth bitterly. She never thought it would come to this, but here she was. No more hiding. No backing down.

It was do or die.

She fired. They fired. The machine gun's bullets collided with the helicopters' missiles, triggering a massive explosion. A cloud of grey and white smoke washed over the clearing. Noodle smirked. She got them.

Noodle dropped the gun and made one last run for it. All she had to was make it to the cliff. And she made it...

She skidded to a halt. Her heart almost stopped.

The parachute.

She forgot the fucking parachute.

She was so caught up in shooting down the helicopters that she didn't even remember to slip on the parachute bag. She was too far from where the massive shoot down took place. And who knows; the Comanches could have survived. There was no way she was going to run back there. No way.

Noodle rambled her mistakes to herself. Forgetting the parachute. Leaving the gun behind.

Refusing the radio Murdoc offered her.

She had no way to flee, get help, or defend herself. Her frivolous mistakes would be her undoing.

And uncontrollable rush of tears streamed down her face. She brushed her bangs aside and tried to wipe them away. Noodle looked down. A lone dandelion looked up back at her.

"Pick a flower or two."

Murdoc echoed again.

Noodle bent down and picked the flower. She extended her arm out and let the wind blow it bare. At least she could do one thing right before her downfall. She dropped the remaining stem beside her and drew in a heavy sigh.

A Comanche helicopter approached from behind.

Noodle took a massive leap off the cliff. The helicopter's shots tore through the air. More explosions went off as they scraped the cliff. Anything could happen at this point.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Noodle's body lay several meters from the cliff. Wounds pervaded the young girl's body. Her sides. Her legs. Her arms. There wasn't a part of her body that the missiles didn't get.

It was excruciating just to breathe. Every breath she drew in burned like hell. She wanted to cry. Call for help. Sit up. Anything. But the immense pain shackling her body to the ground refused to let any part of her move. It was difficult to even let thoughts flow. Her body was bleeding profusely. Nothing was happening except for the earth being stained by deep red streams of her blood.

Too.

Much.

Blood.

"That would never happen to you. You're going to be fine."

He echoed one last time.

The excruciating pain from the breathing cooled down. There were no more breaths left coming out of her body.

[handeaux]

18 Modern Words That Had Very Different And Curious Meanings In Old Cincinnati

Some words we use daily today meant something totally different more than a century past. Here are a few normal, everyday terms that once had surprisingly altered definitions long ago in Cincinnati.

Affinity In the early 1900s, “affinity” meant something very much like “soulmate” does today. In Cincinnati newspapers, “affinity” usually shows up in articles about divorce. Many a husband sought a divorce because he had found his “affinity”, and it wasn’t the woman he was married to. Jacob Pels told the Cincinnati Post [31 October 1907] on the occasion of his second divorce: “Twice I thought I found my affinity, and twice I made a bad mistake.”

Blue Today, if you’re blue, you are mildly depressed. Back in Old Cincinnati, “blue” meant risqué, or even obscene. Cincinnati ministers erupted in indignation when Millie DeLeon, the “Girl In Blue” (wink, wink!) performed at Heuk’s People’s Theater on Vine Street in 1901. And, when Cincinnati Redlegs Manager Clark Griffith excoriated the team after a dismal spring training game in Georgia, the telegraph company refused to carry the Enquirer’s dispatch [14 March 1909]: “Wishing to be perfectly accurate, we wrote out the rest that Griff said, but the telegraph man would not send it. He said his wire was a family wire of good and regular habits, and he would not insult it by asking it to carry a lot of blue language.”

Boom This old term had nothing to do with firecrackers or other explosions. It meant to promote, or to hype, or to publicize. When Judge Andrew J. Pruden wrote to the editor praising a Cincinnati Post editorial, the Post headlined his letter [6 January 1893]: “Judge Pruden Indorses The Post In Its Efforts to Boom The City.” An editorial an 1888 edition the old McMicken Review at the University of Cincinnati encouraged students to “Boom the ‘Varsity!” Cynical Thomas Emery, a pioneer real estate developer, told the Post [1 July 1886] he was concerned about future investments: “Boom Cincinnati? Can you boom a dead dog? I don’t mean that Cincinnati is dead exactly, but she’s overbuilt.”

Brace To brace somebody meant to cheat them, and Cincinnati was swarming with galoots just salivating at the opportunity to brace someone. The bracers needed to watch out who they braced, though. Frank Y. Grayson in his classic “Pioneers of Night Life” tells the tale of Frank James, Jesse’s brother, getting fleeced at a Cincinnati card game: “James dropped $800 on the night. He knew that he had been braced. Before he left he said genially, ‘Well, boys, I’ll say one thing for you, you get it easier than I do.’”

Cake We’re not talking pastry here. This word figures into one of the most obscure lines in Ernest Lawrence Thayer’s classic “Casey at the Bat” from 1888:

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;

A “hoodoo” we still recognize as a jinx, but a “cake”? In 1888, everyone knew that a cake was a fool. Within the context of baseball, a cake was a loser.

Candlelight Many a romantic evening has been conducted by candlelight. In the days before electricity, “candlelight” was a time of day, specifically that time of evening when you lit your candles. The Cincinnati Gazette [11 June 1857] presented this line: “The preacher gave notice that, if the weather was fair, he would preach at candlelight, but, as it sprinkled a little, there was no congregation.”

Card There is not much call for classified advertisements these days, when everything is advertised online. Ads used to be the main source of income for newspapers, who called small advertisements “cards,” as in this example from the Enquirer [22 November 1890]: “Mrs. Pollock did not stop at advertising her business in circulars. She inserted a card in the Sunday Newsdealer.”

Cockpit Did you ever wonder why the place an airplane pilot sits is called a cockpit? It’s named for an actual pit in which roosters (or cocks) fought to the death. Cock-fighting was popular in Cincinnati, though intermittently illegal. The Cincinnati Commercial [11 January 1847] advertised a new venue: “A regular Cock Pit having been established in the rear of the “Lunch House,” fights will take place three times a week.” If cock-fighting was too high-class, Cincinnati also hosted rat-pits from time to time in which small dogs battled rodents.

Combination Strictly speaking, in the 1800s, a “circus” was that entertainment taking place withing a sawdust “ring” which in Latin was “circus.” The other aspects of the modern circus – the traveling zoo known as the “menagerie” and the “side-show” or “exposition” – were considered separate enterprises. The first impresarios to “combine” all of these shows called them “combinations.” So, we have the Cincinnati Gazette [8 June 1872] reporting: “Warner’s big combination show attracted an immense crowd of spectators yesterday afternoon and evening.” And old John Robinson advertised his traveling spectacular as “Robinson’s Great Combination.”

Dashboard We use “dashboard” today to talk about status displays on our computer screens, which derived from the instrument panel in our automobiles, which referred to the array of gauges and dials in an aeroplane. But there was a much earlier and practical use of this word as the actual wooden board at the front of a carriage that kept stones and mud from being kicked into the driver’s face. From the Cincinnati Dollar Weekly Times [1 November 1855]: “The mare was put between the thills of a nice light buggy, her harness thoroughly adjusted by the owner, the reins carefully laid over the dashboard, and the usual chapter of advice opened concerning her management.”

Drummer An old definition of this word, metaphoric in origin, has nothing to do with music. A drummer was a salesperson, usually a traveling salesman, and usually a man on commission. The Enquirer [22 December 1871] reported: “The State of Maryland has in force a statute similar to that of Tennessee and several other States, which classes ‘drummers’ selling goods by sample for houses out of the State with peddlers, and exacts a license from them so heavy as to prohibit effectually sales in those States.”

Embarrassed If you realize, after ordering at an expensive restaurant, that you left your wallet at home, you might be embarrassed. That is close to the old-time definition of this word. It meant bankrupt. The Cincinnati Gazette [27 April 1837] related the story of a scoundrel named John Law: “With him perished all Law’s hopes for regaining his personal fortune. He became embarrassed; suits were commenced against him.”

Grocery So many old-time groceries offered liquor by the glass that “grocery” came to mean almost any saloon that emphasized the hard stuff over beer. Here’s the Western Christian Advocate [20 May 1836]: “When I hear a man say ‘my cigars cost me two dollars a week’ – I should not be surprised if I see him drinking in a grocery or tavern.”

Hilarious The history of comedy reminds us that we find drunks to be humorous. Back in the day, “hilarious” did not mean funny; it meant extremely inebriated. The Enquirer [14 January 1870] recounted one such case: “Night before last, this identical phonographer, who now calls himself Henry Henderson, was found in a highly hilarious condition, enjoying the society of ugly females in a bad house on Eighth street.”

Map There are abundant synonyms for physiognomy, but Cincinnati in the 1890s had a good one – “map.” In regaling his readers with memories of post-midnight culinary delights, Frank Grayson recalled Simon the Hot-Corn Man, who slathered his steaming ears of corn with “a substance that passed as butter.” Grayson recollected how “There were a lot of greasy maps decorating Vine Street in the wake of Simon.”

Queer In recent times, “queer” has settled into a linguistic niche as a sobriquet for what used to be called “alternative lifestyles.” Around 1880, however, the primary connotation of “queer” was financial. It referred to counterfeit money. The Cincinnati Gazette [28 October 1873] reported on the trial of M.Y. Morton: “He is an old gray haired man, and told the detective that he had been ‘pushing the queer’ for thirty-five years, making a good business in buying and selling counterfeit.”

Slut Ever since it became a term of sexist opprobrium, “bitch” has been ruined as the technical name for a female canine. Few today remember that “slut” was synonymous with “bitch” and also referred to distaff dogs. An advertisement in the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune [21 June 1870] sought: “Dogs – Two full blood Scotch rat terriers dog and slut. Must be a year old or older.”

Snide You rarely hear this word today outside the phrase “snide remark.” When you do, it often has the tint of sarcasm. In old Cincinnati, however, “snide” meant fake, cheap or counterfeit. The Cincinnati Daily Star [23 January 1880] recorded that “Ed. Kline was pulled in yesterday for selling ‘snide’ jewelry.” The term applied to people, too. The Enquirer [5 April 1880] noted: “A snide party styling themselves Tennessee Minstrels were rotten-egged and mobbed in Easton, Maryland, on Friday night.”

[2k4bts]

I am not in the fandom. never was and never will be. but i know about bts for almost 7 yrs now. and it made me really like them. i always anticipated their run bts every tuesday. when their highly anticipated world tour got cancelled, their dynamite single actually helped them a lot. but i was expecting that it would stop there but i'll bet that their company made them to continue hence the release of ptd and butter (at least, butter gave them the win at ama). they needed their rest and we got the reason with the festa dinner (though not all that they can tell. pretty sure they can't shit on their company because of contracts. need to keep the we are family bs).

then chapter 2 happened and what an eye opener it was. it made me see that the rapline will always have a certain status in their company granted that they are the backbone of the group. the promotions that they've got especially suga got to do concerts etc. but i wonder about namjoon. to me, he got the least of the promotions (probably how he wanted it to happen) and the fandom never really cared about him. joon likes charts. no one can't tell me that he doesn't. every member of bts does. but his solo work got an abysmal support.

now onto the maknae line, i couldn't even begin with all the fiasco that jimin got and one he's still getting. everything that could go wrong went wrong and it is disturbing how all of those can be prevented by the company. one thing i am really convinced is that the company does not want him to be above others - especially jk. they are keeping him within the confines of the brand that is bts. comparing the articles that bighit put out regarding the platinum certification, they made sure that BTS is connected to Jimin's name. But it is different with JK. the brand of BTS is not there. I mean, they made him a brand of his own so there is clearly an agenda by the company led by Bang PD and that devil that they let in their house. Even the article about his MAMA win is still not being released but JK's one with MMA, it was posted right away. so yeah.

With V, i am actually glad that he went to Min Heejin to produce his album and yes, you are correct that those songs are his forte. Despite the dismal support of the company and the fandom to his debut, he actually did pretty well. With his all english album, i was surprised that he did not go to Jimmy Fallon. I was actually expecting him to be there to promote. but well, it is what it is.

Now for JK, where do i even start? with SB and Bang PD at the helm, with all the fandom backing him, of course they did not hesitate to give him their all. With everything that he got, it still fell short because they failed to get the crown glory - The Grammy's. I feel sorry for him to be honest because no matter how the fandom (which literally became his solo fandom) say that he's the best amongst the members, his achievements are nothing but a project of SB. JK has so much potential on his own but well, this is how his solo era happened.

I also noticed that the company seems to be gearing to get JK and New Jeans as their future. BTS as big as they are, will eventually decline. The reunion on 2025 will speak for itself.

As for their military service, somehow i am relieved that they will get to experience being away from their endless work as an artist. change will happen. may it serve them well in the future.

lastly, i am looking forward to Jin's career once he gets back.

very sorry that my thoughts are long and quite all over the place but it is nice to post asks for those that sees what is going on with BTS.

It's fine. No need to apologize, I like to hear people's thoughts on whats happening. I also believe they should've gotten a break earlier and I feel like it was when the did that festa live. People were panicking, the stocks started dropping and bighit halted that break shit really quickly because rumors were that were splitting up at that time (dont know how true that is).

Let me tell you, I have never seen a more catastrophic debut. And even with all the blocking that bighit and scooteer did (i said what i said) he still came out with so many accomplishments like??? This man is a fighter. From bighit praising a racist white man and calling jimins hot 100 debut "barely a breakthrough" was SICKENING. And the way people forgot that? Trifling. Spotify, geffen, melon, billboard...you would think they got personal beef with him. And imma say this right now. Jimin achieved all of this because scooter didnt expect it to try and stop it. But everything afterwards? Was all him, cant nobody tell me shit. That man has ties to all the major media platforms and you want me to believe that he wasn't trying to block tae and jimin from the charts? Ha. Funny.

Their whole plan is to separate bts and jungkook and they've been succeeding. They want to prove that "hey, they're nothing without bts but that's not the same for jungkook." This why I have so many doubts of this 2025 reunion because what does one think might happen after they've separated him from the group name so much? A mess. While im saying all of this, I do hope they dont trap him in a contract. I do hope they dont use it against him because right now he's just going along with everything right now which is worrying but at the same time idk. He might be cool with this type of thing.

It might even be a case where the guys have different thoughts after this long break. Time away makes you think differently about things. Namjoon seems exhausted and in a totally new headspace. He's mostly being producing and just staying behind the scenes i fee like. He's probably the one dealing with stuff for 2025 (prerecorded ones). Tae has always wanted to go more in fashion and who knows of the rest. We'll see.

The bts rapline was always pushed as the foundation of bts, of everything. When did that change?

Jin is a wild card for me. He's this spot that needs to be filled. And Im thinking that maybe, just maybe him being away is why everything is collapsing. Random thought.

Isnt it weird...how the one that started it all is the one that is mostly forgotten? Namjoon deserves his flowers.

[coquette2004]

You're telling me this is James??

horse with a rather interesting hairdo that opts to go very heavy on the bangs or forelock as a horse would call it it is rocking a similar style to a bowl cut of thick blond locks the horse seems neutral about this fashion choice if not perhaps a bit annoyed or embarrassed

[coquette2004]

A ghost trying to haunt me to scare me or whatever: woo WOO

Me: you're not James II you will NEVER BE James II now please go away.

[unhingedwhitehall]

If you ever feel sad just remember Charles told James he had "the soul of a medieval pope".